Pirate's Swamp Fruit

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." There is an unwritten rule in this wine shop, or in other words, all wine shops on this island. If you feel the wine is good, you need to tip it to the introducer, that is Tips for waiters.

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

Although he didn’t know who invented this fucking rule, and the only benefit of doing so seemed to be a waste of drinks and an opportunity for people to eat and drink by cheating, Wilder didn’t want to know, he was here to relax. , not here 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 of people calmly.

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

"These are the five machetes of our famous wine." The waiter looked at Wilder with a sneer on his face and said, "Please taste it." The last sentence was muffled very low.

"Hahaha"

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

Wilder was very quiet, standing out and annoying in the midst of the laughter.

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

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

"Are you scared? Otherwise, it would be better. Why don't you buy these five knives with money? They are not expensive. Each one is only one million beli. It is really cheap. Do you want to consider it?" Service Sheng had a arrogant face, and while speaking, he raised his hand to move his cloak and hat.

"One million Baileys is indeed not expensive, I bought it." The plain words came from the cloak, and the waiter paused when he heard the words, and a proud smile appeared 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. I'll give you two million beli in a handful." He stepped on the table and leaned down, showing a ferocious 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 out from the headless neck, and a head flew into the air. The waiter who was standing on the table swayed, and fell down after a few seconds.

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

"Then this head can be treated as two million Baileys." A deep voice came from the black cloak.

The tavern fell silent.

Everyone's pupils trembled, and they fell into a daze as they looked at the corpse gushing blood and the head that grunted and stopped next to it.

"Poof!" A cold light flashed through, and another head was thrown high.

"This counts as two million Baileys."

As soon as he finished speaking, the machete was mentioned again. The strong man facing the machete came back to his senses, with a look of horror on his face, and hurriedly turned around to run away.

"Puff" blood sprayed out, and the body that had just stepped forward paused and fell forward.

"Third, two million Baileys."

"the fourth"

"the fifth"

"sixth"

"Bang" the sound of the head falling to the ground stopped momentarily

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.

"Twelve million beli, please pay." The voice came out from the black cloak again. When everyone woke up and looked at the figure again, they thought they were looking at a bloodthirsty and ferocious beast.

The sound of "Gulu" 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 for your expenses."

"You are the boss"

"Yes, yes, I'm not good at disciplining my subordinates, so please give me some thanks."

"Give me the money."

"Ah yes yes"

Twelve million Baileys were sent over, and Wilder's cloak covered the money. When he waved it away again, the piles of Baileys had disappeared.

After taking the money, Wilder walked out of the wine house at a leisurely pace amid the fearful eyes of everyone.

When he stopped at the door, Wilder said something shocking: "Do you have any wine like Five Machetes in your store? I have a good drinker, and I want to drink a few more glasses."

"No, I'm really sorry," the wine shop owner responded tremblingly, not daring to raise his head.

Wilder left.

After walking out of the tavern, I continued walking along the avenue and experienced the island style. Twelve million beli, not much more, not much less, it would be enough for a while as pocket money.

"It feels good not to kill." Wilder felt that the owner of the wine shop should be grateful to him for not killing, and even more grateful to God for giving him Wilder a kind heart.

"Have you heard that a batch of good goods came to this auction? It is said that there are also legendary things?"

"Then hurry up and go. It's too late. All the good stuff will be snatched 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.

"Is it an auction?"

You can go and have a look.

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