Pirate's Swamp Fruit

Chapter 126 123 Famous Wines
The island is not big, at least not compared to one-fifth of Yulin Island, but the island is very prosperous, the town has a large population, the streets are bustling with hawkers.

Setting foot on this land, Wilder walked on a straight and wide avenue, with shops lined up on both sides, most of which were places of entertainment.

Picking a wine room at random and walking in, Wilder sat down in the corner, called the waiter, and ordered a glass of "specialty" wine.

The entrance is very gentle, with a fragrance, very mild taste.

"Not bad." After giving a panacea evaluation, Wilder put down his glass and looked at him with the waiter's earnest eyes.

"that…"

"It's just good, so... I won't tip you for this glass of wine." This tavern, or all the taverns on this island, has an unwritten rule. It's the waiter tip.

If you deny this glass of wine, you will not be able to drink any more.

Although I don't know who invented this fucking rule, and...the only benefit of doing this seems to be to waste alcohol and give people the opportunity to cheat food and drink, but Wilder doesn't want to understand, he is here to relax Yes, not to solve puzzles.

"Let's have a drink instead."

"Understood." The waiter smiled and turned to leave.

After a while, the waiter turned around and came back, followed by five burly men with machetes in their hands, staring at Wilder covetously.

The tavern fell silent, and everyone showed a happy smile. Wilder understood that this rule was aimed at outsiders like him. The purpose is self-evident. More serious business comes.

"So...?" Wilder put his feet on the table and looked at the group calmly.

He was still wearing the black cloak, and his entire face was sunken in the shadows. Even without a mask, it was difficult to see his face clearly.

"This is our famous wine—five machetes." With a sneer on his face, the waiter looked at Wilder and said, "Please have a taste." The last sentence was suppressed very low.

"Hahaha!"

There was a hearty laugh in the tavern, obviously this is a very enduring "cold joke" here.

Wilder was quiet, and it stood out from the laughter...and was obtrusive, annoying.

The laughter gradually disappeared, and some people's faces turned cold.

The waiter sneered when he saw this, and leaned down to confront Wilder.

"You guy... are you scared? Ah? Otherwise, how about you buy these five knives with money? It's not expensive, one is 100 million Baileys, it's really cheap, do you want to consider it? What?" The waiter looked wild, and raised his hand to move his cloak hat as he spoke.

"A handful of 100 million Baileys is indeed not expensive, I bought it." The plain words came from the cloak, and the waiter paused when he heard the movement in his hands, with a smug smile on his face.

Everyone also had such a disdainful smile.

Another soft persimmon who is afraid of death, this is what everyone thinks in their hearts.

"This is the right choice." The waiter smiled triumphantly and waved his hand back. Five big men approached and slapped the machete in their hands on the table in front of Wilder.

"Then...I've changed my mind now. Give me 200 million Baileys." With one foot on the table, the waiter leaned over and showed a hideous expression.

"Okay." There was a response from the cloak.

Everyone sneered, and of course there were some keen-eyed people who thought the money came too easily, so they stared intently.

"Sen!"

Blood spurted from the neck that lost its head!A head flew high!The waiter who stepped on the table swayed and fell down a few seconds later!

The slender fingers protruding from the black cloak held the handle of the knife, and blood flowed down the blade.

"Then...this head will be 200 million Baileys." A deep voice came from the black cloak.

The tavern fell silent.

Everyone's pupils trembled, and they fell into a daze looking at the corpse spewing blood and the head that stopped grunting next to it.

"Puff!" A cold light flashed, and another head was thrown high!
"This... also counts as 200 million Baileys."

As soon as the words fell, the machete was raised again!This time, the strong man facing the machete came back to his senses, his eyes showed a look of panic, and he hurriedly turned around and was about to run away.

"Puff!" The blood sprayed, and the body that had just stepped out of the two parts paused and fell forward.

"The third one, 200 million Baileys."

"the fourth!"

"the fifth!"

"sixth!"

"Boom!" The head fell to the ground!The sound stopped instantly!

The tavern was silent for a while, everyone's face was covered with the word "stiffness", the back was wet with cold sweat, there was a trembling silence, and the needles could be heard.

"1000 and two million Baileys, please pay." The voice came from the black cloak again, and everyone woke up!When I looked at the figure of the man again, I felt that I was looking at a bloodthirsty and ferocious beast.

"Gulu!" The voice of swallowing saliva became particularly loud at this time.

The crowd parted, and a middle-aged man walked over tremblingly. Looking at the corpse and head on the ground, he swallowed hard, avoided carefully, and came in front of Wilder.

"I'm sorry, I will pay your... expenses."

"Are you the boss?"

"Yes... yes, my subordinates are not effective in discipline, please..."

"Give me the money."

"Ah?! Yes... yes!"

1000 and two million Baileys were sent over, and a Wilder cloak was used to cover up the money. When he swung it away again, the piles of Baileys had disappeared.

After taking the money, Wilde walked out of the tavern at a leisurely pace under the fearful eyes of everyone.

When he stopped at the door, Wilde said something frightening: "Does your store have any wine like the five machetes? Please drink in moderation. I want to drink a few more glasses."

"No...not anymore! I'm really sorry!" The owner of the tavern replied tremblingly, not daring to raise his head.

Wilder left.

Walk out of the tavern, continue walking along the avenue, and experience the island style. 1000 and [-] million Baileys, not too much, not too much, can be used as pocket money for a period of time.

"The feeling of not killing people...is not bad." Wilder felt that the owner of the tavern should thank him for not killing, and he should thank God for giving him Wilder a kind heart.

"Have you heard? A batch of good goods came to this auction. It is said... there are also such legendary things!"

"Then hurry up! I'm going to be late and all the good things will be robbed by others!"

The two people who walked past left this sentence inadvertently, and Wilder stopped in place, looking at the direction in which the two left, with thoughtful eyes.

"Auction..."

You can go and have a look.

(End of this chapter)