Pirate's Doom Follows

Chapter 12 Dragon... Mister?
"Bad luck... the definition in the standard dictionary is a difficult encounter, an unfortunate fate, but... isn't it a bit empty?"

Leo sat cross-legged on the low stone wall, looking at the girl who practiced swords on the lawn mountain, and couldn't help being a little lost.

Ai Mo was wearing a gray sports vest and white denim shorts, holding a silver-white short knife in each hand, and was practicing her knife skills in an orderly manner.

Beads of sweat dripped from the tip of her hair, and the little girl practiced the knife very seriously.

Anyway, with a father who was a killer, Adrian knows that strength is an essential thing if he wants to survive in this turbulent world. It's better than not sticking your fingers to the spring water.

This world has never been peaceful.

The Kingdom of Santorea is still in civil war. Although the king's army defeated the rebel army, the high-pressure tax policy has not changed. It has even intensified and added a victory tax. Outside the capital of the kingdom, more and more Farmers have lost their land, factory workers have seen their wages plummet, and the number of displaced people on the streets continues to increase.

The dispirited rebel army, which had suffered a major defeat, appeared to be resurgent. No matter how the king's army ran around, it could not completely wipe out the rebel army.

In this world, it is difficult for the weak to survive, and they can only drift with the tide.

In this regard, Leo agrees very much. In this era where pirates are rampant, fighting has become an essential skill, and there is no harm in learning a little more.

And Ai Mo's talent is very good, a pair of short knives are quite beautiful, the disadvantage is that she is too young and not strong enough.

"...Bad luck, how should we develop it!"

Leo folded his hands on his chest, lost in thought.

The suffering is generally understandable. It rains when you go out, walk and wrestle, drink cold water and you can choke on a piece of tofu. This is generally the feeling, but the intensity will be different, and the fall will be different. The effects on different targets are also different, this has caused him a headache for a long time, and it has not been completely resolved so far.

Let me give an example to explain, for example, a person with good luck, even if he is recruited, at most he will fall and stain his clothes, but if he is replaced by a person with ordinary luck, he may sprain his feet because of it, and luck It is not surprising that people who are already poor break their legs or even lose their lives.

This kind of uncertainty made him scratch his head. Finally, after many experiments, he barely found a set of rough rules, status, power, strength, wealth, and weighed these elements together. The higher the value, the stronger the luck. , and vice versa, the luck is worse. Of course, this is not 100% accurate, it can only be said to be useful with a high probability.

Luck is a very vague concept. It has been five years since he ate the fruit of misfortune. His ability to manipulate doom can be regarded as a small achievement. Still lacking accurate positioning and cognition, it has been only through the interpretation of standard dictionaries to exercise ability.

If the belief in his heart is ambiguous, his clenched fist will become weak. This is the reason why his ability has not improved in a year.

However, even if he knew the reason, he couldn't do anything about it, because the meaning of the so-called bad luck is really a bit vague. Generally speaking, all unfortunate things can be attributed to bad luck... All kinds of natural and man-made disasters can be included, The overly broad definition made his heart more confused, and it became more and more unclear what to stick to.

Luck is fickle, good luck one day, bad luck today, bad luck the day after tomorrow, especially in this turbulent world, people are like a drop in the ocean, ups and downs are unpredictable.

"Bad luck! What the hell...what to do?"

Leo sighed for a long time. This problem has troubled him for five years, and he stumbled along the way. Although he gained something, his intuition told him that he still didn't grasp the key point.

The sun is a little harsh.

The sea breeze lost the coolness of the morning and became a little hotter.

Atlas was still exercising his muscles. Two large stone blocks weighing hundreds of kilograms whizzed up and down in mid-air. The terrifying aura was shocking. The neighbors around rushed out of the house angrily, ready to come to question, but they did not go out. After seeing two big stone blocks flying in the air, he hesitated again and again, went home, closed the doors and windows, and acted as if nothing had happened.

At this moment, Atlas suddenly stopped with his hands, caught two large stone blocks, and stared outside the wall.

Even Ai Mo withdrew her double knives, her small face full of vigilance.

Leo looked back, hey!
I don't know when there was a tall visitor in a dark green hooded trench coat on the street.

This community can be regarded as a high-end residential area in Ossos. The residents who can live here are basically rich people in Ossos. Adrian's net worth can also be ranked in the middle of this group of rich people. The restaurant he opened But one of the three famous stores in Ossos, besides, as a killer, Adrian has no shortage of ways to get money, and the bounty he saved before is an astronomical figure.

Therefore, he spent money to live in this community. In this community with good law and order, it is rare to see such suspicious-looking guys.

"How should I put it...it looks a bit familiar..."

Leo muttered in his heart, and after thinking for a while, he opened his mouth, ready to speak.

"Yo, Leo, Atlas... and little sister Aimo, we meet again."

Sabo poked his head out from behind the guest in the windbreaker, and greeted Leo and the others. Kerla also appeared with a straight face, glaring at Sabo fiercely, dissatisfied that this guy actually greeted government agents. ... Well, but that little sister is really cute, like a doll.

Kerla ignored Leo who was standing on the wall, and Atlas who was holding up two large stone pillars like huge god statues, and her gaze fell on the petite little girl, who showed a bright smile on her face. smile.

"Sister Aimo, hello!"

"······Hello!"

Facing the familiar Kerla, Aimo stiffened for a moment. She didn't like this big-breasted sister very much, especially the pair of obscene fat piles that attracted the attention of Brother Leo. She hated it! !
But after only two seconds of hesitation, her good upbringing prompted her to respond to Kerla.

"..."

Leo's mind was blank. Why did the 'dragon' appear here? This is not what he expected!With the caution of the Revolutionary Army, how could they take the risk of contacting CP9 agents?And it was the leader Monkey D. Long who came in person. Is this planning to use absolute force to suppress them?

How despicable!So bullying!Long actually dealt with a pawn like him himself, this is really too bullying!

"Hey, kid, what are you looking at? Aimo, have you finished practicing today's sets?"

With a bang, the door was violently pushed open, and Adrian, who was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, came out with his blond hair that had become messy.

"Long time no see, Ed."

Long, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke. He put down his hat, revealing his weather-beaten and resolute face.

"Mr. Long...?"

(End of this chapter)