Pirate Throne of Salt

Above the East China Sea, a layer of dark clouds gradually gathered.

These days, a small town that was not originally very prosperous has become lively, with one large ship after another berthing here.

This town is called Rogue Town.

Rogge Town is a legendary island in the East China Sea. It is of great significance to both pirates and the navy. In this regard, it is difficult to find a place that can compare with it in the entire East China Sea.

For the navy, this is the last barrier guarding the entrance to the Upside Down Mountain. In this era of great pirates, the navy's military strength can be said to be stretched thin compared to the endless stream of pirates. It can eliminate some people who dare to march towards the great sea route here. Pirates are a sure thing for the navy.

As for pirates, when news birds spread the news of the execution of Pirate King Roger all over the world, this island had already begun to be recorded in history, because the Pirate King would be publicly executed on this island!

In the tavern in Rogge Town, the mellow aroma of wine filled the entire tavern, and several guests were drinking rum leisurely.

"Oh!"

The wooden door was kicked open, and several men wearing black headscarves and carrying a big knife rushed into the tavern.

"Boss, bring me the best wine here!"

The leading man had a beard all over his face, and he stuck the big knife on the ground boldly.

The guest closest to these people leaned back with a look of disgust on his face.

"Swish"

A young man behind the bearded man drew a sword from his waist and pointed it at the customer who was walking aside.

"What was that look in your face just now!"

"I"

"I'm sorry……"

"sorry"

The customer looked at the shining knife tip pointed at him, lowered his head and began to apologize.

"This guest, can you put down your sword? I am the owner of this store, can you give me some face?"

"Snapped!"

With a crisp slap, the tavern owner's face instantly swelled like bread.

Quiet, for a moment, the originally bustling tavern suddenly became quiet.

The bearded man's greasy hands slapped the trembling boss's face twice more.

"Who do you think you are? I'm a pirate!" the bearded man roared.

"Drink!"

"Yes."

The boss hurriedly left this embarrassing scene.

Then the bearded man seemed to feel that his intimidation was not enough.

Then "Bang!" a gunshot rang out.

The innocent guest just fell to the ground, his body still twitching.

"Listen to me, this tavern is now owned by the Behemoth Pirates. You all go kneel in the corner and don't disturb us drinking!"

"Whoops!"

"The boss is mighty!"

The boys behind the bearded man looked happy and started cheering.

But other guests in the tavern changed their expressions, and some even prepared to sneak away and report to the navy in the town.

"Bang!" There was another gunshot, and the head of a young man who was about to climb out of the window exploded like a watermelon, and blood splattered all over the nearby wall of the gun.

Now the remaining people no longer had the idea of ​​​​escape, and they lined up obediently and knelt in the corner next to the tavern.

But there was a silver-haired boy who was still sitting calmly in his seat. The boy was dressed in a kimono, with a samurai-standard hairdo, and a katana around his waist that seemed taller than the boy.

Although the sword has not been unsheathed, judging from the pink cherry blossoms tattooed on the scabbard, the blossoming cherry blossoms on it are lifelike, and the stamens are also decorated with gold. In this regard, this sword should be extraordinary.

Listening to the approaching footsteps, the young man slowly put down the wine glass in his hand and held the handle of the knife with one hand.

"Oh!"

But just when the boy was about to draw the knife, the door of the tavern was opened again, and the wooden door broke into two halves after the impact.

Matthew walked into the tavern with an innocent face, ignoring the weird atmosphere around him, and walked to the counter carelessly.

"Boss, three glasses of fruit wine, three portions of miso fried rice, and one grilled chicken leg!"

"I want roasted chicken legs too!"

Shanks added on the side.

"Hey, my dear, something is not going well for us right now!"

Bucky poked the two people who were already seated.

Only then did Matthew realize that the people in the tavern were divided into three parts. One part was trembling and kneeling in the corner, the other part was looking at him with a fierce look, and the remaining boy put his hand away from the handle of the knife. Go down.

"Uh, what's going on?"

"Uh, I don't know."

Shanks was also confused.

tread, tread, tread

Leather boots squeaked on the wooden floor as the bearded man walked up to Matthew step by step.

"Kids, what are you doing!"

"Oh, uncle, we are not brats, we are pirates."

"And uncle, don't you come to the pub to drink? What else can you do? Are you a pig?"

"Oh, by the way, we have another purpose here, to pay tribute to Roger, the Pirate King!"

"Understand."

The people kneeling on the ground looked at Matthew, who was talking on the chair, with a look of sympathy.

"Hey! Bastard, don't tell all your purpose to unknown people!"

Listening to Matthew's answer, Bucky yelled that Matthew was a fool.

"enough!"

"Oh!"

The bearded man grabbed Matthew's head and slammed it against the counter. The huge force directly made a deep hole in the counter.

"Bah!"

Bucky's red nose suddenly fell to the ground, and tiny beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.

Shanks' face began to darken and he held the sword at his waist with one hand.

"Pirate? Kid, who do you think you are?"

"I'm the pirate! The whole tavern belongs to me! Did you tell me if you want to drink?"

"Roger, that loser deserves to be paid tribute to! Hahahahahaha, it's so funny! He's just a loser!"

The bearded man said this, and the younger brothers behind him echoed.

"Hahahahahaha, damn brat!"

"Kill them all, boss."

"Roger is just a loser, we are the real pirate kings!"

The bearded man and his younger brother laughed wildly without noticing the sudden drop in temperature in the tavern.

The boy in kimono next to him frowned.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

Just as Shanks was about to light this "powder keg", a hand grasped his hand that was about to draw the sword.

"Let me come!" Matthew's deep voice sounded.

Shanks nodded and took back the palm on his sword.

"Kid! Today..." Before Beard could finish his words, he saw a look that made his heart palpitate. That look made him feel extremely dangerous.

A belated sixth sense told him that he would die!

"you!"

"What are you talking about!"

Matthew slowly raised his head, the moment his eyes appeared.

"Buzz!"

A red circle of light burst out with Matthew as the center.

Suddenly the boy in kimono beside him widened his eyes.

"This is!"

Shanks looked at the people next to him in surprise.

"Is it overlord?"

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