Pirate: My villain's identity is exposed

Kom, who is only 1 meters tall, wearing black-rimmed glasses and short brown hair, looks particularly small on the vast beach.

Sherlock rubbed his brows and glanced at Lauberon's face with deep features from the corner of his eye.

Robert Lauron combed his silver hair neatly and applied an unknown amount of gel. It shone under the afterglow of the setting sun. He kept smiling and looked in the direction of the beach.

"Captain, look, it's Colm. We meet again. What a fate."

"Comm? Didn't eldest brother let him go?"

Wrightson scratched his hair in confusion.

Then you have to ask the old fox Lauberon... Sherlock silently complained, guessing that there was something wrong with the navigation chart that Lauberon gave Colm, so he took him back to Taita Island.

"Sherlock, you are back!"

Colm shouted excitedly with tears in his eyes.

The Sinister docked, dropped anchor, and anchored in a shallow bay. Sherlock and others disembarked with the Titan cubs.

Kom looked at the little Titan in surprise and gave a thumbs up, "I didn't expect you really got it back."

"Why are you here?"

Wrightson asked curiously.

Kom wiped his tears:

"Don't mention it. Not long after we separated from you, the boat went back to the circulating current and brought me back to this island."

"Although I am an explorer, I am really not good at navigation. I am just waiting here waiting for you to come back and then take me out. I never thought you would actually come back."

Wrightson patted his shoulder with deep sympathy: "Fate."

"Remember what I told you?"

Roberto adjusted his tie and looked at Colm with a gentle expression.

Kom swallowed: "Remember."

"We are not philanthropists, and we cannot give you a second time for free. You must show your worth, otherwise the Sinister will not take you out."

Laubran said.

Shylock suddenly felt that what Robert said was very reasonable, and he had no way to refute it. He raised the corners of his mouth, leaned on the railing, and watched the play quietly.

The fat Pipisia had already jumped onto the beach, and he had a great time with a pig, no, a bat, and fell into the beach, with the devil's tail dangling outside.

"I...I can work on the ship, but...but I don't want to be a pirate, is that okay? I still want to go home."

Colm stammered.

Robert Lauron looked at Sherlock, who nodded slightly.

Laubran withdrew his gaze and said to Colm: "Okay, we can sign a five-year labor agreement first."

"Then...what do I need to do?"

Colm asked nervously.

Sherlock said calmly: "Advisor."

Laubran took out the agreement he had drafted a long time ago and handed it to Colm.

The agreement clearly stated that the consultant must follow the arrangements of Captain Houston and Navigator Robert Lauberon, work part-time as a translator, and provide professional expertise to the explorer in a timely manner. He must also abide by the confidentiality agreement and not mention anything about the Sinister to any third party.

This agreement was completely tailor-made for him.

Colm swallowed his saliva, looked up and saw Lauberon's smiling face, knowing that he had been tricked.

He reluctantly signed and handed the agreement to Laubran.

Lauberon nodded with satisfaction and said, "Welcome to join the Vicious."

"Donghai Flower Trading Company."

Sherlock added.

Kom patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, the consultant of Donghai Flower Trading Company has an upright identity."

"Haha, it wouldn't be bad to have an explorer on board."

Wrightson said with a smile.

The movement on the island quickly attracted the Titans and the savages of the Tata tribe.

When Titan saw his child, his eyes became wet.

When the young Titan saw his father, he could no longer suppress his excitement and started to cry.

Since losing its tongue, it has never made a sound.

Until today, I returned to this familiar island and returned to my home.

The two Titans hugged each other, and the orange light of the setting sun shone on them, making people unable to bear to disturb the tenderness of their reunion.

Wrightson wiped the tears from his eyes. His tear ducts were very shallow. He hugged the timid Colm and cried bitterly.

"It's great to see father and son reunited."

"I really want to go home and see my children."

The two of them talked about their own things, but unexpectedly they got on well with each other.

Sherlock shook his head, stood on the beach, opened a lollipop and put it in his mouth.

The sweetness instantly takes over your mouth, which feels great.

If he hadn't been training every day, Sherlock suspected that he would get diabetes sooner or later.

The old leader of the Tata tribe raised his eyebrows, and a group of black girls in grass skirts gathered around.

They had hot bodies and danced the hula so enthusiastically that it made Colm and Wrightson's noses bleed.

The girls presented garlands of daisies to Sherlock and others.

The golden beach soon turned into a wild party, with people singing, dancing, drinking and eating meat.

Pipisia also twisted her fat body, which looked very funny, but only Sherlock could see it. Sherlock felt that this was really a loss for everyone.

Such an eye-catching scene can only be seen by yourself.

Until nightfall, Laubron used another wave of air explosion skills, bursting out countless fireworks in the air, giving the party a perfect end.

"Chief, Sherlock said that this island will belong to him from now on."

Kom mustered up his courage and communicated with the old patriarch.

"The hero wants the entire island?"

The old patriarch frowned slightly.

Kom swallowed and said:

"Sherlock said that everyone can continue to live on the island.

Hospitals, schools, mines, farms, ranches, and arsenals will be built on the island.

You will always have the right to use the land, but the ownership will belong to him, and he will also provide jobs for everyone.

Residents on the island can join the Donghai Flower Trading Company if they wish.

From now on, you no longer have to worry about food and clothing, and it will lead everyone to a new and prosperous life. "

"What is a hospital? A school? A mine? A farm? A pasture? An arsenal? A trading company?"

The old patriarch felt that he had never heard these terms before. After Kom explained it for a long time, he finally understood it. His eyes were bright, he looked at Kom and asked:

"The hero actually wants to be the new clan leader?"

Kom wiped the sweat from his forehead and nodded:

"That's pretty much what it means."

"Tell the hero that you can become the leader of the clan, but you have to duel with me!"

The old patriarch said righteously,

"Patriarchs of all generations were elected by force, and I will never give up my throne!"

Kom patted the thin old patriarch, leaned into his ear and whispered:

“Patriarch, Sherlock’s real name is Leah D. Houston.

He is a pirate with a bounty of 4 million Baileys.

He had easily defeated the Titan before.

The navigator on the ship is named Robert Lauron, with a bounty of 6300 million;

Ship repairman Wrightson, with a bounty of 6000 million..."

The old patriarch stood up and said with a decided attitude:

"Needless to say, he is the new leader of the Tata tribe. I will assist him to complete the construction of the island."

Why don't you resist... Colm sweated.