Chapter 2： Who robbed who?

"Hey, the psychological quality is really bad, so what about the pirate? It's just a bunch of gangsters."

Wright went back to the bow to lift the package and scabbard, and dragged his long knife to the cabin. The contrast between the long blade and the short figure is so obvious. Looking at the almost emptied deck, the pirates feel that their three views have been greatly impacted.

Wright was still walking around and thinking:

"I's white shirt! The blood is not clean, and there is this hole... **** fat man!"

"Over there, don't be stunned. If you are still alive, come and clean it up!"

"Since I have chosen to be a pirate at sea and want to burn, kill, and looting, give me the consciousness that I will be killed at any time!"

"Take a good inventory of the materials on the ship, dispose of all the corpses, and catch all the dead in the sea for me. Don't worry about the dead."

"Also, choose someone who can speak well, and come to the captain's room and listen to my instructions!"

Seeing that scary kid and the knife disappear in the cabin...

Wright poked his head out of the cabin and frightened all the pirates-casually ordered a pirate who didn't seem to be seriously injured: "You, come and show me the way, your cleanest room will be cleaned up for me, remember , Be clean!"

Seeing the unlucky ghost who was being spotted followed Wright to clean up the room, the surviving pirate found that his legs were weak and he was about to fall, and couldn't help crying with joy.

There is the consciousness of being chopped, but being chopped with melons and vegetables like this is too exciting...Who doesn't want to live, right...

……

drove away the lead pirate who was too scared to speak for a long time and asked him to quickly find someone with a clear head and able to speak well. Wright sighed comfortably on the soft bed in the captain's room. The long knife was slanted by the bed, a gentleman's hat hung on the handle, and the blood-stained white shirt was replaced with a new one. The bed is clean and comfortable. It is hard to see that the black-breasted hairy man looks creative, but he will enjoy it.

"Holy Light... the power of punishment, the attack method is really simple and rude."

"The sacred damage that comes with physical attacks, and the burning effect of the sacred fire... It seems that they are all based on slashing damage."

"It seems that we still have to improve the level of swordsmanship in order to better exert the power of punishment of the Holy Light-or change a good knife, this is not easy."

"The research on the power of protection is not thorough enough, only to increase the physical fitness, sometimes it is too late to activate the active defense."

shook his head, Wright opened his hand, and a golden halo appeared on his palm.

"I was educated for the first time in actual combat. As expected, the villain died of...cough, um...you must always pay attention to the battlefield. If it weren't for the unreasonable healing power of the Holy Light, I would have been planted this time."

"It has been 6 years since I crossed over, and I have determined that this is Pirate World and not Azeroth... I feel a lot more at ease..."

"Azeroth is a world where the power of destroying stars exists, so many high-ranking races...too dangerous, but the power system over there is clear, but there is something like Devil Fruit that ignores the system..."

Wright, passed through to the second son of a noble family in the Kingdom of Goya 6 years ago. The pampered little kid sneaked out, and was just stunned by the "unseen" dog that rushed out from the street...er...so scared to death, so Wright successfully took possession of the magpie's nest.

In his previous life, Wright was a heavy wow player, a second-in-chivalist patient, and a senior dad who has firmly chosen the Holy Light career for fifteen years and has a repressive heart of punishment.

And... In the era when the lord is about to fight in the shadow world, he still remembers the lush years of fifteen years ago, and he does not hesitate to go to the nostalgic clothes to recollect, really an old toy.

At the same time, he was still a twenty-year-old Haimi. When he drove the high lord and went fishing, he didn’t forget to chase after him. As a result, the rainstorm outside was completed by a thunder——

Senior Haimi, right, send you to Pirate World;

Dad is an old toy, right? The power of the Holy Light won't thank you for taking it away.

"……"

"Thanks a hammer, thanks!"

Finally, Wright understood a little bit, and did not expose the existence of the power of the holy light.

showed no interest in the nobility's tactics, but his talent for "art" shocked the "parents", thinking that he was a person who could perfectly embody the value of aristocracy-marriage.

I really have the blessing of having a brain-dead brother who is more than ten years older than his own. Heir or something has nothing to do with him.

Therefore, although he disapproved of his request to practice swordsmanship, he did not object to it. On the contrary, in order to satisfy his "artistic genius" personality, he invited excellent swordsmen to teach him the foundation.

As for what kind of art it is... I don’t need to go into it deeply. In the eyes of the nobles, what kind of ordinary characters, paintings, articles, and even exquisite handicrafts are made by children of Wright’s age... It's an "art genius"!

So, Wrightren suffers from the hypocritical aristocratic life like daily tasks, gritted his teeth and watched one by one innocent civilians die due to the **** of the aristocracy, and there is a terminal of uncertainty...

Using the excellent conditions of the nobility, Wright painstakingly practiced swordsmanship and secretly developed the power of the holy light until he encountered a bottleneck and was finally able to leave the suffocating place...

"Uh...that...sir...?"

A rather clever pirate approached the captain's room, trying to shout.

The kid didn't give his name either, but since he is a strong one, it's always right to call "adult".

"Ok."

Wright turned over, but saw the pirate who came back involuntarily stepped back, and his heart was funny.

"Okay Come closer, I am not a murderer."

Looking at the pirate's "No, you are" expression, Wright grinned and got to the point.

"What is the goal of this ship? How long will the water and food last?"

"Back...to my lord, the captain...well, the former captain didn't have any scheduled routes. There was originally half a month's food and water on board...but now it can support for twenty days..."

"Huh? Food and water are used more and more?"

"No...no, a few unlucky ghosts drowned just now, and the ship...the former captain alone costs three people..."

"……Ok."

patted his head, Wright asked, "Do you know how to get to Shuangyue Village?"

"Yes, yes, I know... but the people there are very good at fighting, and we managed to escape after going there once..."

"I can escape because people don't want to kill them all."

"Just your level...huh, do you dare to grab Shuangyue Village? The pirates who offer a reward of tens of millions are probably still there."

Wright lay back on the bed and ordered: "Target Shuangyue Village, give me a hurry as soon as possible, and prepare food for delivery."

"But...sir, Shuangyue Village is so strong, we're afraid we won't be able to come back after we go!"

"Idiot! I am going to send me to Shuangyue Village where you like to go, I will take care of you to die!"

"Or...Do you want me to kill you?"

Seeing the pirate's cold sweat and crawling back down, Wright couldn't help but show a smile, took the gentleman's hat and put it on his face: "Steady, it is 1500 years of the Haiyuan calendar, the East China Sea hides the BOSS, and the lowest is high-level. Jianhao's..."

"Koshiro!"

"I'm coming!"