Pirate's Swamp Fruit

Chapter 107 Chapter 104
The tavern fell into silence. Claire and the others looked at each other in blank dismay. Their eyes swept around the tavern, but they didn't find the monster Wilde mentioned at all.

The two people at the bar looked at each other, and a deadly and dignified atmosphere permeated.

"What does Mr. Wilder mean?" Barrett was silent for a while, as if digesting Wilder's words, and then said.

"Hahaha! Just kidding! After listening to Mr. Barrett's legend about those monsters today, I suddenly wanted to scare you on a whim, sorry! Sorry!"

Wilder was indeed joking. Everyone in the tavern has eyes, and it is clear at a glance whether there are any monsters. Isn't it a joke?
right…?
Barrett made a relieved expression when he heard the words, and raised his head with a helpless smile: "I have to say, Mr. Wilder, that your goal has been achieved, and I am really frightened."

The tavern became a little more lively. I don't know if it was because of Wilder's acting skills... or Barrett's, and I don't know if he was acting. In short, the dignified atmosphere dissipated.

Only Claire and the others were preoccupied, and they knew that Wilder must have a purpose, otherwise Ah Xin would not be sitting here chatting with people in full swing.

monster…

Several people thought about it.

Yves, Bacon, and Claire kept secretly looking at everything in the tavern, but in the end they could only prove that Wilder was indeed joking.

"Is there anything in the bar?"

Just when the atmosphere returned to normal, Wilder outside the bar said something that made people calm down again.

……

The smile on Barrett's face restrained a little, and the eyes looking at Wilder already had a different meaning.

"After thinking about it, I still feel that what Mr. Wilder said just now was not a joke. So... what is the purpose of Mr. Wilder?"

"I should be the one asking you this question." Wilder took a sip of wine, a shadow cast over his eyes, and he squinted at him expressionlessly: "What is Mr. Barrett's purpose?"

The tavern fell into silence again, and the crew members had already put their hands on the knives and guns at their waists, and their eyes were fixed on Barrett in the bar.

Barrett glanced at it, didn't pay attention, and turned his head to focus on Wilder.

"I'm sorry... I live here without any purpose. If I have to say something, maybe I hope people can be more real."

"Real?" Wilder smiled with interest.

"Yes, Mr. Wilder thinks what a person needs to be real?"

Barrett's voice had a strange taste, and his eyes swept over everyone. For some reason, everyone felt a chill, and the original warm feeling in the tavern no longer existed.

"I was originally an aristocrat." Without waiting for Will to answer, Barrett continued to speak, his voice filled with suppressed excitement: "I was born to enjoy privileges and wealth that most people do not have."

"If I remember correctly, you told me in the evening that you were an ordinary businessman." Wilde interjected.

"Yes." Barrett didn't deny it, and nodded: "That's after that. Before that, I was a nobleman. You know, Mr. Wilder. On the sea, what people hate the most is the nobleman. I mean The most important thing is those lowly commoners, they hate it because they don't have it, maybe they have more reasons to refute, but in the final analysis, it's just because they are not nobles, so they hate us as nobles.

Just like, two partners who get along very well before gradually realize the gap between each other in the process of growing up, then they will be alienated, and then the inferior one will have an unbalanced psychology, then hostility and disgust, and finally hurt ,do you understand me?Mr Wilder. "

"The common people hurt the nobles, they designed the nobles, they pushed the nobles from the noble seats, so, you say, real people, are they as ugly and evil as they are?
Human nature is evil!Real people are sinful!So, I hope, there will be no more designs and disguises, wouldn't it be better to let the evil of Chiguoguo be exposed?

No matter what they were before, their essence is the same!sin!including me!Of course... including you, Mr. Wilder!I naturally forgive those who cannot discover their own evil, so I give them a chance, I make them evil! "

The deep and hoarse voice seemed to come from hell. Barrett unconsciously added a little more of this voice when he was speaking. Wilder felt that this voice was very familiar, just like the roars of those monsters in the jungle before.

Barrett said and cast his eyes on Claire in the tavern: "Miss, you are too hypocritical, you want to pity an old woman today, right? But you are too hypocritical, the real you is actually evil, It's just that you didn't realize that I can help you and make you realize your own evil." As he spoke, Barrett opened his squinted eyes, black mist lingered in them, and he seemed to have lost his composure.

"I don't want to listen to your nonsense, Barrett, now... tell me the truth about this island." Wilder lifted Barrett up and looked at him coldly.

Barrett lowered his head, watching Wilder suddenly show a strange smile: "I am a nobleman, and then I became a businessman, I almost died, I discovered my own evil, when someone touches me, he will follow me I too have become evil."

The evil whisper seemed to come from hell, and Wilder's pupils flickered slightly, and the soul throbbed once again, and this feeling became more and more intense the longer he held Barrett.

"This island will have a story, a story to cover up the evil, let me keep those who are ready to meet the evil, there are too few people, I need to keep them with a story, or they will be suspicious, just like leaving you Same.

If there is no story, will you be suspicious?You will wonder where the people of this island have gone, you will be afraid, and you will flee!The night is my world, and they will fall in the night.Be like them and become one of the evil ones! "

At this time, Barrett was like a lunatic talking wildly. Although he was caught by Wilder, he still didn't make any other movements. He just changed from staring at Wilder to everyone in the tavern, with a deep and hoarse voice. The words were like chanting some kind of spell, and gradually, something more appeared in the tavern.

At some point in the air, a black mist floated, strands and strands, coming together from invisible to tangible.

The hoarse and deep roar was roaring, the quiet tavern was not satisfied with the warmth, and a trace of coolness rose from the hearts of everyone.

(End of this chapter)