Pirate Warring States Warriors

The boundless blue waves make a rustling sound, and the soft sunshine shines on the deck through the clouds.

Sengoku and Garp were lying on the sunshade chairs. Facing the beautiful scenery, they looked tired, as if their bodies had been hollowed out.

"This is...how many days has it been?"

"Ten...Thirteen days."

"Gah..."

It turned out that there was also a seagull dried meat lying on the deck.

Because they chose the farthest route, the two of them and the bird had been wandering on the sea for thirteen consecutive days.

"So, why don't we have any accompanying soldiers? Even though it's a small ship, we can't not have even one navigator."

Warring States raised his head and sighed, but noticed that Garp next to him shivered suddenly after hearing these words, and then whistled as if nothing had happened.

Ok

There was a gleam in his black-rimmed glasses.

"Garp, has anyone ever told you that changing the subject is more like a confession?"

There was a trace of sweat on Garp's forehead. He patted Sengoku on the shoulder and smiled happily.

"Ahaha, Warring States Period, don't you think sailing alone is a man's romance?"

"So you cleared out all the soldiers"

The golden light instantly covered the Buddha, with an angry look on his face. "The Buddha also has angry eyes, eat my iron palm of love."

After a commotion on the deck, a pig-headed member was added to the ship.

"What are you talking about today?" Zhu Tou asked tremblingly with a hint of wind at the corner of his mouth.

"Fish, fish, fish!" Warring States breathed a sigh of relief and began to clean up the kitchen. "We didn't stop along the way. Fruits and fresh water have all run out, but there is still a lot of meat and fish left."

He cleaned the sea fish he just caught today and was about to cook it simply as usual when he suddenly saw an unopened wooden box in the locker.

Could it be stored food that I didn't notice before?

Opening the wooden box, a whole box of wine protected by flannel came into view.

The body of the bottle has smooth curves, the glass is carved, and the top is covered with gold foil. Even if he couldn't tell what kind of wine it was, he could tell that it was very valuable.

It's better to use it as cooking wine to cook fish today.

Warring States picked up a bottle of wine, opened it, and poured it onto a hot pot with a temperature of hundreds of degrees.

The bottle was slightly tilted, and the golden wine was about to overflow the bottle mouth, but was stopped by a hand.

"Hey Sengoku, this is such a waste. This is Binx's gin, it's for drinking."

I seem to have heard of Binx's Gin somewhere.

Seeing his undisguised expression of doubt, Garp's eyes widened with disbelief.

"Even if you don't know anything about wine, you should have heard that song."

"Send Binks' wine to you,

Like the sea breeze, riding the waves as it pleases.

"

"Okay, okay, I know, please stop singing."

Listening to Garp's singing, Warring States quickly interrupted his death chant. "So where did you get all this wine?"

"Don't worry about this. We are adults now. Don't you want to drink some wine?"

Garp kept holding the bottle of wine aside, as if Sengoku would drink it all alone even if he said no.

There is no shortage of alcohol in the Navy, but the usual controls are still very strict. Drinking is not allowed during combat, drinking is not allowed during work, and underage drinking is not allowed.

It's understandable how Garp looks like this.

I have the mentality of an immature child who has just seen a novel toy...

"Ok."

It seems...I've been in this world for 20 years and I haven't had a drink here yet.

Although it turned out that it didn’t taste good at all…

Garp placed two cups and poured them one after another.

"My hometown is in the Kingdom of Goa, which is known as the most beautiful country in the East China Sea. This kind of wine is only served to nobles when entertaining. I have seen it many times in my hometown."

The urban area is indeed the most beautiful, and the windmill town where you lived when you were a child...

Naturally, Warring States would not interrupt his companion's beautiful impression of his hometown, and took a sip of wine silently.

Hmm...the taste is unexpectedly mellow and doesn't have any choking feeling

tastes good.

While he was drinking, he didn't see anything above his body or beneath his skin.

The faint and extremely complex mandala pattern is surging and growing like life.

Like dead grass that has been discarded after birth, they twist upwards, pinching the unconscious taste buds that are about to be choked, and madly transmit such signals to the brain.

"It's so nutritious, no, it tastes so good, let's have another bottle."

On the other side, Garp coughed violently just after licking it for a while.

"Death to death, how can you drink something like Warring States?"

"No, no, no. As expected, I still prefer orange juice and meat."

He pushed the cup aside and ate several pieces of meat to suppress the choking taste.

Go and grab it

Well, Sengoku scratched his head in confusion. He seemed to have heard something just now...

“Then I drank the rest and I felt pretty good.

After drinking a bottle of wine, the mandala pattern in his body seemed to be full, overflowing with a faint golden glow.

After having had enough wine and food, he stayed at the bow for a while with a chart, and by identifying the pointer and course, he roughly determined that he would arrive at his destination today.

Garp is at the helm this afternoon, so he can take a short rest.

He shook his head, which was already a little dizzy, and turned back to the cabin.

Sure enough, even if the people in the pirate world have superhuman physiques, they can't stop the power of alcohol...

He fell on the bed and drifted off to sleep.

Half asleep and half awake, he recalled his experiences before time travel.

Dreamland

"Buddha..."

A skinny, bald old man sat on the ground made of red bricks. He was wearing ragged cloth, and hanging on his body was a string of beads that had not been washed for an unknown number of years and were made of unknown wood.

He rubbed the Sattva murals on the wall and hummed obscure scriptures at the end.Said again.

"You have a destiny with Buddha..."

This is a thousand-year-old temple called Zhuanlunzang Hall.The long-decayed palace pillars support the double-eaves roof.The place that was originally a scenic spot was empty for some reason.

Looking through the many thangka scrolls hanging from the ceiling, a young man asked while marking the damaged parts of the hall in his notes.

"Old man, today all the streets in the city are closed. I am here to repair the ancient temple. How did you get in?"

"I've been here all the time, you really don't believe in Buddhism"

He glanced at the clay sculpture in the center of the hall and shook his head, "I don't believe it."

"Evil obstacle, evil obstacle." The old man cursed with a smile, turned his back and shook his hand.

"Goodbye."

"wake up"

"Here we are, Warring States"

He felt the pull from the outside world and followed the guidance and opened his eyes.

The cabin shook slightly, and the sound of waves filled my ears again.

It turned out that Garp was shaking his body to wake him up.

"Look outside, the Kingdom of Ragwal has arrived."

He got up and went to the deck, looking at the island gradually revealing its outline in the distance.

far away.

Through the foggy sea, you can see that this is a quite huge island.

The island is full of life, with two horizontal golden edges seen from a distance.Like a huge staircase leading to the sky.

A member country of the world government, the golden kingdom of Ragvar.