Pirate, My Talent Hangs Everything

"What do you mean?"

Hearing what Lister said, a bad feeling suddenly surged in his heart.

"You don't need to know, and there is no need to know."

After finishing speaking, I saw that a golden light appeared on Riester's finger, which directly shot out, penetrated the other's head, his eyes were wide, and he didn't seem to know how he died.

The silence at the scene continued. When the pirate fell completely, the people in the tavern panicked, ran out of the door in a panic, and crawled around, looking very embarrassed.

There is only one boss left in the store. It's not that he doesn't want to run, but that this store belongs to him, and he has nowhere to run.

"Boss, he should be enough to buy everyone's consumption, right?"

"Enough is enough."

The boss nodded quickly and said, and then quickly brought a cup of hot milk to Lister's face, and then stood silently aside, waiting for Lister's next order at any time.

At this time, he didn't seem to be the owner of this bar, but rather a servant of Riester.

Under the watch of the tavernkeeper, the milk in the Riester glass slowly drank. Just as the boss breathed a sigh of relief and felt that Riester was about to leave, Riester's words once again plunged him into the abyss.

"Boss, have another drink."

"Yes, yes, this lord."

The boss hurriedly removed the empty cup in front of Lister and used a new quilt to get Lister a cup of hot milk.

"It's finally here. I have already drunk ten cups of milk, and I will vomit after a while. You are really slow to death."

Rist was talking nonsense with his eyes closed, and his face was not flushing.

The owner of the tavern opened his eyes wide and looked at List in amazement. He remembered that he had just finished his second cup.

"Sorry, there was a boat jam on the road, so there was a delay."

Rist couldn't help but amused when he heard that the other party was actually using it for this reason.

"Mistgang, your reason is even more unbelievable than mine."

"You started first."

Mistergang also spit out abruptly, and then sat next to Rist.

"Give me a glass of carrot juice."

Hearing what Mistergang said, the tavernkeeper had a headache.

"Does anyone who is handsome and capable has this special hobby?"

He couldn't help but think in his heart.

Is Riester handsome? Handsome, strong, right? Strong, but came to the pub to drink milk.

Is Mistgang handsome? Handsome, strong, right? The tavern owner didn't know this, but since he could sit with Rist, it must be not weak, but he came to the tavern to drink carrot juice.

Coming to the tavern and milk was enough to talk about, but I didn't expect something more to talk about.

But since the customer has already ordered, he has to do it. After all, he doesn't know what the new guest is like. If he accidentally kills him, he can do it.

"I didn't expect you to be with carrot juice? I thought you would drink alcohol?"

"The sniper needs to keep his brain in a fresh state at all times, and carrot juice can be eye-catching."

"Oh."

Rist answered faintly, and did not answer anything.

"It's you who actually drank milk. It really surprised me."

"I like it, I like it, can you control it?"

I don't know why, the dry wine that Riester drank was not as good as the milk poured by Makino.

Lister could feel the deep love and warmth from the milk poured by Makino.

Soon, Mistgang's carrot juice came up. After Mistgang took a sip, he frowned, and the taste seemed a bit unpleasant to his expectations.

This expression really shocked the tavernkeeper. It was the first time he made this kind of thing. He didn't have time to taste it, and he didn't know how it tasted.

But now he was also secretly swearing in his heart, and made up his mind that after the catastrophe, he must have some weird drinks from the Grandmaster to prevent such a situation from happening again.

"But you guess the movement caused by the first arrival was quite big?"

Mistergang noticed the corpse at Riester's feet.

"There is no way. Who makes him a pirate? I have to perform my duty."

Rist said helplessly, if he did not reveal his identity, Rist would not kill him, but in the end he even revealed his identity as a pirate, and he was still a pirate with a low reward, Rist. How could I let him go.

It can be said that his death was entirely self-inflicted.

"By the way, you actually want to find Op-Op Fruit? Do you want?"

Afterwards, Mistgang asked curiously, and upon hearing Mistgang's question, the tavernkeeper's pupils shrank.

He is not an ordinary boss, he is also a member of North Blue. He runs a tavern here and asks for some information from time to time.

And the organization behind them is also looking for Op-Op Fruit.

"How is it possible, that's a hot potato, I don't want to get in that trouble. It's the above."

"Oh, that's how it is."

Mistgang naturally understood what Lister meant by the above.

"The information of the underground forces will be handed over to you, after all, you are more suitable than me in that kind of place."

"how about you?"

Mistergang asked curiously, he didn't think there would be news of Op-Op Fruit from the forces on the bright side.

"Me? For such a leisurely vacation, of course, I want to relax. Before I came, I asked about it. It is said that there is a hot spring in North Blue. I plan to go to the hot spring and feel comfortable."

Hearing this, Mistgang was suddenly full of black lines.

"Co-authored me is your free labor quilt?"

"I can't say that. After all, this meal is my treat, and it's not free."

"Depend on."

In this way, the two chatted from day to night as soon as they talked, and the owner of the tavern was on the side, his expression constantly changing, he felt as if he had heard something that he shouldn’t have heard, and he didn’t know himself. Can this little life be kept?

"That's it, if there is news, you must notify me in time."

As he was about to leave the tavern, Lister said to Mistgang.

"I know."

He also knows in his heart that this thing is what the world government wants. If he knows about it and doesn't report it, don't say whether Lister did it to him, even the people of the world government will definitely not let him go.

When the two left, the owner of the tavern breathed a sigh of relief, and it seemed that he had escaped.

However, he always remembered the look in the eyes of a person in his mind, that was the look in Mistgang’s eyes, as if Shinigami had been staring at him. Although Mistgang didn’t say anything, he knew what to do. NS.

"Who are these two people?"

Lister, who walks on the street at night, is definitely extra lively for the people on the street tonight.

Then he raised his head and glanced at the moon in the sky.

"The moon tonight is really round."

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