Pirate's meat costume sword hero

Ter, who has never been very generous, looked at Donald Gaye coldly: "Whether you want to live or not depends on your own choice, Mr. Collector, and my patience has always been very limited. You can continue to kill me. I have so little patience. When I get impatient, you will know that sometimes wanting to die is actually a very difficult thing."

Donald Gaye's breath was stagnant, and he quickly put away the little thoughts in his heart, and said quickly: "The Muramasa is placed on the knife rest in my office. I can ask someone to send it over immediately."

"Call someone, if you want to play tricks, you can try it..."

Terl, who finally learned the location of Muramasa, felt instantly better. If he had known that Muramasa would be placed in the office so openly by this idiot, he could just go and get it by himself, so why bother with him for so long.

Donald Gaye reached out and picked up the copper bell placed on the bedside table and signaled to Ter. After obtaining Ter's consent, he began to ring the bell in his hand.

Is Donald Gaye really not planning to play tricks and die together with the young man in front of him?

What classical jokes are you telling me?This kind of poor guy who has to fight with his life just to get a toy of his own, he doesn't deserve to die with me...

Donald Gaye should thank God. Fortunately, Ter sitting in front of him has the ability to see and hear colors rather than listen to the sounds of all things.

Otherwise, he will know what will happen if he offends the petty man in front of him...

After a while, a rush of footsteps came faintly, gradually became clearer, and stopped outside the door.

"Master, what are your orders?" The people outside the door did not dare to knock on the door, but just asked loudly from outside.

"Get the knife placed in my office, quickly."

"Good master, I'll go right away."

Another burst of rapid footsteps gradually faded away...

The room suddenly became quiet. From time to time, Donald Gaye raised his head and glanced carefully at Ter, who was playing with the sword in his hand with his head lowered. After hesitating for a moment, he finally couldn't help but ask: "Do you have the ability of the devil fruit?"

Ter looked at Donald Gaye in a funny way. How could his little move be hidden from Ter? He let out a laugh and said in a funny way: "What? You want to take revenge after asking clearly?"

"No way..." Donald Gaye quickly waved his hands to deny it, then said with a hint of flattery on his face: "It's just a mere knife. Although it has some value, it's just a gift to you. The honor of that knife...."

"Oh, you live from your heart..." Tel said with a smile.

"When you live, you must always follow your heart. Only in this way can you live more comfortably, right?"

Ter sneered and didn't bother to pay attention to Donald Gaye, who was deliberately flattering.

Donald Gaye did not feel dissatisfied at all for asking for trouble, but continued to pretend to be casual and asked: "Your Excellency loves swords so much and has such magnanimity. I must be a powerful swordsman, right? If you ....”

Ter really couldn't bear the roundabout talk, so he interrupted directly: "I have something to say, and I'm not good at talking in roundabout ways."

Donald Gaye was choked hard by Ter again, and he didn't dare to show an angry look on his face. He really took a fancy to Ter's ability to sneak in. Now that he was relaxed, his mind naturally became more active. , thinking that if he could use profit to lure him into his own use, and then use Teer to assassinate Capone Becky, with Teer's stealth skills, there would definitely be a high probability of success.

Even if it fails, it is just a loss of some money, and money is exactly what Donald Gaye lacks the most, so why not do it?

Donald Gaya took a deep breath, and then said to Ter with a sincere expression: "To be honest, I really want to ask you to help me accomplish something, and you can do it as you like, as long as I can do it. I will never refuse.”

Terr looked at the middle-aged fat man in front of him with some surprise. Robin said that this guy seemed to be Capone and Becky's big sponsor, right?

Is there anything that can't be done by just letting Capone and Becky do it? Do you still need to use yourself?

If even Kapenbeki, who is the godfather of the underworld in the West Sea, can't handle it, why does he think he can handle it?

Or do you want to use the benefits to hang yourself first, and then settle the scores later to solve your own ulterior motives?

"I reject..."

The endless thoughts in Ter's mind only passed in the blink of an eye, and he rejected it almost without hesitation.

Donald Gaye was not discouraged. As if he had understood Ter's thoughts, he hurriedly said: "You don't need to worry that I deliberately kept you and then waited for an opportunity to retaliate. I can pay the deposit first, and then wait for you to finish the job." How about paying the remaining balance?"

Just as Ter was about to refuse, another sound of footsteps suddenly sounded in his ears, coming from far and near, coming this way.

Sure enough, within a moment, there was a knock on the door: "Master, the knife has been brought for you..."

Donald Gaye didn't dare to speak without permission after hearing the sound. He looked at Ter and saw Ter nodded and stood up, so he knew what Ter meant.

"squeak...."

Donald Gaye opened the door, and the housekeeper quickly presented the knife with respectful hands.

"Please step back..."

After Donald Gaye finished speaking, he closed the door, turned around, and quickly put a dark red Muramasa in his hand towards Terre with some difficulty.

Ter's expression was excited and his eyes were blazing. Almost as soon as Donald Gaya raised his hand, he reached out and snatched Muramasa from Donald Gaya's hand.

The knife is heavy as soon as you hold it. It is at least twice as heavy as Miyuki. It is dark red in color. The blade is slightly curved and has a straight-edged knife shape. The overall length is about 1.5 meters, and the handle is about 30 centimeters long. The handle is made of Tie with red and black tough silk rope.

Muramasa is indeed extraordinary, looking extremely deep and strange, as if he comes from the underworld.

Teer held Muramasa horizontally with one hand and slowly raised it to the height of his eyebrows. His eyes were hot, as if he was looking at the peerless enchantress who had conquered the country.

"laugh......"

The blade was slowly unsheathed by Ter, and the dark red blade was crisscrossed with dark flame patterns.

Terr seemed to be able to hear Muramasa's sword roaring, not wanting to be treated as an ornament...

This trip is worth it. With this village leader, this all-out journey to the West Sea is already worth it.

"Your Excellency, you have already obtained the knife. Can you consider my previous offer of cooperation?"

"Shh..."

Tol first took off the sheath of Miyuki and then hung up Muramasa.

Terr casually threw Miyuki onto the other party's bed, then turned to Donald Gaye who looked hopeful and sneered: "One knife for another, fair and reasonable, this is the only cooperation between the two of us, now it is time to complete the transaction, our money Goods cleared."

Ter raised his feet and was about to walk to the window sill. What would happen if he got the thing and exposed it?

"Your Excellency...you..."

"For Muramasa's sake, I won't kill you. But you want to take advantage of me? Are you worthy of a bastard like you?" Terr turned around and stared at Donald Gaye with cold eyes. , Overlord's domineering energy almost overflows without being activated.

"Deng, Deng, Deng..."

Donald Gaye felt as if he was struck by lightning in an instant, and Ter's eyes seemed to be filled with the abyss of the netherworld. Donald Gaye was so horrified that his face turned pale and he couldn't help but take a few steps back. His feet fell softly and he fell to the ground, his lips murmuring. I no longer dare to speak even a single word.

Terr smiled disdainfully and ignored Donald Gaye, who was already worthless in his eyes. He walked slowly to the balcony, stooped to his knees and leaped like an arrow from a bow string. He flew directly into the sky and landed directly outside the manor. Several jumps have disappeared into the night...