Pirate: My villain's identity is exposed

Shylock and Bueno came to the church hall, where the clergy were watching the pagan Herring warily.

"There haven't been any heretics in all these years."

"How about dedicating her to Lord Phoenix?"

"God does not welcome infidels."

"It's better to get rid of her quickly."

People talk about it.

Laubron patted Herring on the shoulder: "It's okay."

He Ling nodded slightly.

Shah Crocodile raised the golden poisonous hook in his left hand and looked at the muttering clergy impatiently.

"Everyone, please leave the church first and stay in Phoenix for two days."

Sherlock said calmly.

The pirates cheered excitedly. Ever since they entered, they instinctively liked this city.

Now that Houston has spoken, there's no reason why they can't have fun in Phoenix.

"Calm down and have a good rest for a few days. You can drink, eat meat, and have fun, but you can't kill."

Sherlock reminded him in particular.

Hall and others laughed: "I know, the captain is really verbose."

"Boss Houston is their favorite, so of course he must protect them."

"Haha, we don't have to kill people. Mr. Lao can tolerate his addiction, so of course we can too."

The pirates teased each other, and Lauberon smiled and nodded:

"Follow your orders, my honorable captain."

The clergy all showed disgust, but they had to show respect for Sherlock. They never expected that the favored one mentioned in the prophecy was actually a pirate, and he also led a group of villains.

Robert Lauron touched his chin and suddenly said:

"Since it is a place where dreams come true, I can always find a ruin here, and a group of death row prisoners, play the role of an excellent executive, and blow them to pieces."

Sherlock frowned slightly. He didn't expect that Lauberon had noticed something unusual here. His IQ was always online.

However, unless you thought so when you were in the wishing fountain, your wish will not come true. Lao? It’s uncomfortable not to kill people? Boren, you still miscalculated!

"Sir, we don't have any death row prisoners here."

said a pretty little nun.

"There are no death row prisoners?"

Robert Lauron touched his chin and said,

"There are no death row prisoners, which proves that the law is not perfect yet. It doesn't matter, it will be there in the future."

"People here believe in the great Phoenix and live very happily. How could anyone commit a crime?"

The little nun said, and other nuns, priests, and ordinary people praying in the church also started talking, feeling that Lauberon seemed to be telling a big joke.

"Outsiders don't know much about the magical city of Phoenix, which is known as the Garden of Eden."

"Yes, there is only happiness and luck here, how can there be death row and crime."

Shylock listened to their words, his eyes fell on Sister Bueno's gloomy face, and sighed secretly,

It seems that in this world, not everyone is awakened, or in other words, not everyone has a lucky life.

For example, Colm's wife, Menie, was born out of love. What she experienced was the joy and happiness of reuniting with Colm.

No, if Colm leaves here and returns to his hometown to see his real wife, would it be considered betrayal?

Sherlock suddenly thought of this moral issue and was glad that he was not married and would not encounter such family disputes.

Bueno has been taking Sherlock and others to the Bellmire Hotel on Kerry Street. This is a very luxurious hotel with all kinds of entertainment facilities.

Due to Sherlock's status as a beloved, the pirates on the Sinister stayed in the most luxurious suites without spending a penny.

But the luxurious hotel did not keep everyone, and most of the pirates who saw their sweethearts went on dates.

Colm also enjoyed the happy life of a family of three. He didn't even invite Sherlock to have a meal at his "home".

Sherlock and Bueno walked to the street, and Herring, the little tail, quietly followed behind, hiding behind various obstructions, confident that they would not be able to detect them.

Hiding aura, tracking, and assassination are He Ling's strengths.

But this is not an assassination!And He Ling's Devil Fruit is invalid!Even with her bare feet on the ground, she would make a slight sound as she walked.

And Sherlock's domineering attitude can be easily seen through.

Sherlock shook his head and continued walking with Bueno.

Bueno and Sherlock introduced various architectural monuments and entertainment venues in the city.

"Hello, Sister."

"Hello, Sister Sister."

"The nun is so beautiful today."

The children playing on the street had happy smiles on their faces and waved hello to Bueno.

Bueno smiled and took out the candy from his pocket and handed it to them.

"Go play and go home early."

"Thank you, Sister."

The children clenched the candies in their hands and were about to leave.

Sherlock suddenly stretched out his hand and looked at an eight-year-old boy,

"The packaging of this candy is very special. Can you lend it to me?"

The 8-year-old boy scratched his hair and looked at Bueno. Bueno nodded slightly: "This is Lord Beloved."

The children immediately showed admiration, handed the candy to Sherlock, and said with expectation: "My Lord, you are the Lord."

Sherlock nodded, peeled the candy open, and ate it under the expectant eyes of the children.

Pipisia covered her eyes.

A group of children looked at Sherlock in confusion.

He did not stop. After discovering that the candy tasted very strange, he peeled off the other candies and ate them, leaving none for the children.

"It's really special!"

Sherlock gave a thumbs up.

The children looked at the nun, and Bueno shook his head, indicating that there were no more candies.

They burst into tears.

"What kind of favored one, wow!"

"Bully, liar, give me back the candy!"

The children ran away crying.

Sherlock looked satisfied, looking at Bueno who was still in a dazed state, "Do you give them candy every day?"

Bueno nodded.

"It seems that the fate of NPCs can also be changed."

Sherlock touched his chin and affirmed himself.

"... "

Pipicia was speechless for a while while kissing Sherlock. She wanted to snatch candy from a child. Why don't you use such a high-sounding excuse?

While it was complaining about Sherlock, it picked up the candy rolling on the ground, peeled it open, and put it into its mouth. Its slit eyes suddenly became larger and brighter.

"This tastes great too!"

Mother Pipisia suddenly regretted why she didn't ask Sherlock for two pills just now. He had eaten so many. Damn it!

The bell in the bell tower rang again.

8 points.

But the night did not come.

There is no night on Twilight Island.

There are no lighting fixtures on any of the buildings.

And Phoenix is ​​truly the city that never sleeps.

Bueno looked up at the street signs, his pupils instinctively dilated and his body trembled.

Cornwall Street.