Pirate Hunter Legend

Xihai, O'Hara, the capital of archaeologists.

A large number of archaeologists visit here every year and carry out cultural exchanges.

O'Hara will also send archaeological fleets to visit various parts of the world to study the cultural heritage and historical treasures of each country.

This is the holy place in the hearts of archaeologists around the world.

The Omniscient Tree is O'Hara's symbol. It has stood for 4000 years and carries all the weight.

Every archaeologist is the pride of the people in the town. The captain's relatives run a small hydrology restaurant in the town, so Dukan was sent here to work as a general handyman.

A mop was thrown at Dukan's feet, and the water in the iron pipe soaked his trouser legs. "You, clean everything here."

Dukan looked around. The area that the chef had drawn for him contained a total of forty tables. "I can't finish such a large area. Am I the only one here?"

"No, there is another one. He is washing pots and dishes. If you want to change with him, you can discuss it with him."

Dukan quickly waved his hand, forget it. He used to be at the Naval Academy and was often punished by his instructors to wash dishes, and he had to wash the dishes of the entire squadron.

Seeing Dukan start to mop the floor with water, the chef continued to direct: "You mop this area first, and when the guests in the front room have finished their meals, you can then go to the front room to do it!"

"Ah! Will you provide cigarettes? My cigarettes are soaked in water." Dukan asked, holding the two soaked cigarettes.

The chef pointed at Dukan's nose and cursed: "Provide cigarettes? You think so, you can't afford to lose that money even if you work here for a year!"

After saying that, the chef rolled up his sleeves and left. Dukan had no choice but to start mopping the floor. The days without cigarettes were really painful.

After mopping the floor all day, Dukan dragged his tired body back to the dormitory.

There are only two temporary workers in this hydrology restaurant. In addition to Dukan who mops the floor, there is also Lorraine who washes the dishes.

There was a blanket on the wooden board, which served as a bed. The water pipes were leaking all the time. The conditions of the dormitory were really poor.

Dukan took off his shirt and lay directly on the bed. Compared to the lazy Dukan, Lorraine seemed much more diligent, or it could be said that she was a little out of place.

The silvery gray hair was obviously permed, and the rough handyman clothes were washed spotlessly. There were some bottles and cans next to the leaking water pipe, and Lorraine had to put some on her face every time she washed her face.

However, let's look at Dukan again. His black hair is stained with sweat and stuck to his forehead. It's messy. His pants are splashed with mud from dirty water. The only thing worthy of praise is his undressed figure and that picture. It's a fair face, but with those lazy eyes, the style is getting worse and worse.

Dukan looked at his roommate, stretched out and asked, "Hey, friend, were you also the one who broke one of their rags and was coerced here?"

Lorraine applied maintenance lotion on the rough mirror in the dormitory, "No, it's just because I didn't pay for food."

Dukan twitched the corner of his mouth and then asked: "Friend, please call me by name. Do you have a cigarette? I'm addicted to smoking!"

Lorraine took out half a pack of cigarettes from her pocket and threw it to Dukan, "Lorraine, do you want to be angry?"

"There's a fire, give us one." Dukan took out the lighter from his pocket and walked toward the door.

The lighter is completely silver, with obvious scratch marks on the surface, as if some mark has been rubbed off.

"Crack" a bright flame ignited and lit the cigarette.

As the flames trembled, "Rebanto, do you really plan to work here for a year?"

"I didn't save the number. The phone bug also disappeared in the shipwreck. I have no choice but to do this first."

"This is the seventh root! The seventh root!" The voice continued.

After falling, Dukan put on the silver lighter again and leaned against the wall to puff out the smoke.

The cigarette butt was getting shorter and shorter, but the cigarette smoke was flowing down the corner of Dukan's mouth, and he actually fell asleep leaning against the wall while smoking.

Every day was a repetitive task, and Dukan was happy to be free. Later, he also asked Dukan to deliver takeaways.

"Ding Dong", hello, you have takeaway, please come out and get it.

"I have some difficulty walking. Can you help me carry it in?"

Among the many takeaways Dukan has delivered, he still remembers this place fondly.Because the hostess of this house is a pregnant woman and is said to be about to give birth, of course the restaurant will prepare some light food specifically for her.

Dukan walked into the room, "Miss Nicole Olbia, please sign for your takeaway!"

"Thank you, I trouble you every time."

Dukan tilted his head and looked behind Olbia and asked, "Miss Olbia, are you still reading?"

"Learning knowledge is regardless of time and place. Here, your pen." Olbia handed the pen back to Dukan.

"I heard that Miss Olbia is a very powerful archaeologist!"

"not bad……"

As night fell, Dukan finished a day's work and returned to the dormitory and lay on the bed. "Lorraine, how long have you been working here? Why do you apply those things every day?"

"About two months earlier than you."

Dukan suddenly jumped up from the bed, ran behind Lorraine and asked: "Lorraine, do you know my name? Why have you never asked me?"

"Because you never told me, and besides, those things don't matter at all." After saying that, Lorraine ignored Dukan and lay down on the bed to sleep.

Dukan curled his lips, it felt really bad to be ignored.

A few days later, the head chef angrily found Dukan and asked sternly where Lorraine was. It turned out that Lorraine had disappeared since the night before, and he was nowhere to be found in the entire Shuiwen Restaurant.

Duken thought to himself that the guy must have run away. He didn't look like a handyman.

It's just that the chore of washing dishes and pots fell on Dukan.

Hearing that Olbia's child was born, as a regular customer of Shuiwen Restaurant, the chef asked Duquesne to carry a fruit basket over.

Dukan rode his bike and drove to Olbia's home with the blessing of the hydrology restaurant.To be honest, he also wanted to see that child, but he still had feelings for him after so many days.

Duken carried a fruit basket and offered the blessings of Shuiwen Restaurant. It was a baby girl. He had never seen such a small baby. When he adopted Tina, Tina was four or five months old.

Duquesne put the flower basket on the bedside table. The book was missing. He asked Olbia: "What's her name?"

Olbia looked at the baby in her arms lovingly and said, "Her name is Robin, Nicole Robin."

Dukan stared at Robin's sleeping little face and whispered: "You will definitely become an archaeologist as powerful as your mother in the future."

After offering his blessings, Du Ken stood up and left, but before Du Ken left, he felt something was wrong. Seeing and hearing Se Baqi seemed to sense something wonderful.

Dukan rode his bicycle, circled outside, and then turned back to the back of Olbia's house.

I saw a dark figure in the yard, hiding from everyone's sight while quietly sneaking out. He was wearing a mask, and Dukan couldn't see his face clearly.

Dukan put it on his bicycle, took out the hammer he carried with him from behind, and whispered: "Ghosts cry! Ghosts cry!"

"Young Master, I am Guimian."

Immediately afterwards, Dukan ducked down and quietly followed the black figure.