A Pirate's Counting Life

Mark put the blood cherry on his waist and held Shirley with his right hand, walking towards the seventh block. Suddenly Shirley's eyes stopped at a clothing store next to the street.

Cold sweat broke out on Mark's forehead, and he suddenly remembered the fear of being dominated by shopping in his previous life.

"What do you think of this outfit?"

Mark looked up at the long dress Shirley had chosen and began to think about how he could tactfully remind the other party that he needed to stuff two bowling balls in his chest to hold up the dress.

"What's going on! I brought you here to give you advice, not to sit here and rest!"

"Uh... looks good! Looks good! You look good no matter what you wear."

Faced with Shirley's anger, Mark could only give in and hope to be able to deal with it. After hearing Mark's praise, Shirley happily lifted up her skirt and spun around.

“I think it’s pretty good too”

"Okay, let's take this one."

A relieved smile appeared on Mark's face. He had been looking at the clothes for three hours. He couldn't bear it any longer.

"Hmm...but wouldn't this be too revealing?"

Shirley covered her chest shyly. It was too easy for wind to leak here. Mark rubbed his temples and pointed to the suit beside him and said softly.

"I think you look better in this suit."

Shirley looked at the suit with some disgust, but this was the first time Mark had raised an opinion. She didn't want to dampen the enthusiasm of the other person, so she asked the shopping guide on the side to take a suit of her own size and go into the dressing room.

When he came out again, little stars flashed in the eyes of the shop assistants around him. Mark looked at Shirley blankly.

Shirley looks aloof in a suit. If she changes her hair style to a handsome one, she will definitely win the hearts of many women when she walks on the street.

The word "heroic" quickly flashed through Mark's mind, and he felt that the current Shirley was very suitable for this word.

"I think it's pretty average, why don't I just buy that skirt?"

Shirley loosened the buttons on the collar of her shirt. Mark held Shirley's hand and shouted to the shopping guide, "I want both sets."

After saying that, he took out his wallet from his arms, paid the money, and pulled Shirley out of the clothing store.

"Why are you walking so fast? I still want to see it again."

Shirley looked at Mark with some dissatisfaction, not noticing the fact that it was already noon.

Mark said helplessly, "Let's go shopping again after I finish my work. I will definitely accompany you well then."

After Mark's promise, Shirley also put away her dissatisfaction. Looking at the crooked plaque in front of her, Mark frowned subconsciously.

But he was still prepared to go in and take a look. There was no reason for Bourne to lie to himself.

"anyone there?"

Mark opened the curtain and shouted inside. Soon an unkempt old man appeared in front of Mark, touched his rosacea and said with some dissatisfaction.

"What are you here for?"

There was a foul smell coming from the old man's mouth. Mark waved his hand in disgust and raised the blood cherry in his hand.

"My weapon broke and I wanted to recast it. It was Bourne who recommended me."

After hearing the words recommended by Bourne, the old man seemed to wake up a little. He stretched out his hand to grab Mark's scabbard. Looking at the dark palm, Mark suppressed the thought of hiding in his heart.

Passing the Blood Sakura over, the old man held the handle of the knife and slowly pulled out the Blood Cherry. He looked at the gap carefully and whispered, "It is true that it can only be recast, but I can't guarantee its grade after recasting."

Mark was a little hesitant when he heard this, but when he thought about his deserted island for almost two years, Blood Sakura had to overcome obstacles for him and occasionally appeared as a kitchen knife.

"Recast it. Even if you don't have the previous grade, you can still remember it."

After Mark finished speaking, he bowed to the old man and said in a sincere tone, "I'll leave it to you."

"Since it is recommended by a regular customer, I will charge you 40 Baileys. Will the customer give you cash or treasure?"

Mark, who was still a little sad at first, felt as if his hair had suddenly exploded as if a cat had stepped on its tail.

"40 Baileys! Why don't you go and grab it! The maximum is 20 Baileys"

"Impossible! That's all. For Bourne's sake, I'll charge you 30 Baileys."

As soon as he talked about Bailey, he suddenly woke up from his drink and dragged Mark into a verbal quarrel.

"I'm going out for a walk and I'll come find you later."

Shirley shouted to Mark, turning around and leaving the blacksmith shop without paying attention to whether the other party heard him.

"One Million Baileys"

"20! This is my bottom line."

Mark looked at the old man seriously. After the two looked at each other for a few seconds, the old man gritted his teeth and said with a painful look on his face.

"Okay! 20 Baileys is enough for me to make you your friend. You can come and get your weapons back tomorrow."

The old man took the blood cherry in his hand and turned around to walk towards the backyard. The moment he turned his back, a sly smile appeared on the old man's face. He made 18 yuan in blood from this order. Young people are easy to cheat.

Do you think you can get a discount by pretending to be an acquaintance?nonexistent!If he didn't say that so-and-so introduced him, it might cost fifty or sixty thousand.

But what he said about Bourne's introduction would be unreasonable without killing him.

Mark looked a little sad. His two-year salary was only 60 Baileys, and now he spent one-third of it. He felt that maybe he should go to sea as soon as possible.

When the time comes to destroy the pirates, it will be as much treasure as he says. Mark is a little happy when he thinks about it.

As soon as he walked out of the blacksmith shop, he saw Shirley walking towards him with a cage in his hands and a happy look on his face.

"Mark, look what I bought!"

Shirley happily raised the cage in her hand, with a purple hamster lying inside. Shirley said excitedly

"I just saw a hamster seller in the alley over there. I originally wanted to buy a white one, but the boss told me that he had a rare purple one."

Speaking of this, Shirley showed a hint of pride on her face, shook the cage in her hand and said proudly with her head held high.

"The boss originally asked for 60 Baileys. I remembered what you said about half the price, so I bought it back for 30. How about I be awesome?"

After saying this, Shirley made an expression as if she was about to praise me. Mark smiled and rubbed the other person's head, and said with some confusion, "Where did you get the money?"

"Hey! The teacher gave me 1000 million beli this morning and let me spend it as I like."

Mark stiffened and said in disbelief, "How much? How many Baileys did that old man give you?"

"1000 million"

Shirley blinked and said with some dissatisfaction, "Teacher Kong is very good, why do you call him an old man?"

Mark looked at the somewhat dissatisfied Shirley, rubbed his eyebrows and said helplessly, "I always thought the teacher was a frugal person, but I didn't expect him to be so..."

Thinking that Kong usually wears a tight black shirt and a cloak of justice, Mark couldn't help but give a thumbs up in his heart and decided to learn from Kong Kong in the future.

He decided to set out tomorrow after taking the Blood Sakura. He wanted to destroy the pirates. He wanted to enrich his own pockets and become bigger and stronger.

Seeing that Shirley was still struggling with what he just said, Mark decided to change the topic.

"Why don't you Zi Cang not move?"

Mark pointed at the cage in Shirley's hand and said with some doubts. Shirley showed a proud expression on her face and immediately put the empty matter behind her and said proudly.

"The boss said it likes to pretend to be dead. You see, it even pretends to be dead. It's so cute. I must raise it until it's white and fat... uh... no, it shouldn't be purple and fat. I'm going to call it What do you think of his name, Xiao Zi?"

"Um...this name is pretty good, but I feel like it's not pretending to be dead..."

Mark said hesitantly, and the smile on Shirley's face disappeared instantly. She held the cage with both hands and shook it. Zi Cang inside rolled from one end of the cage to the other, and his head hit the cage hard and did not wake up.

Shirley opened the cage with some trembling, reached out and touched Zi Cang, who was pretending to be dead, and then opened the Sense and Sentence button.

"Crack ~"

The stone bricks under Shirley's feet were directly trampled to pieces, and her whole body was like a volcano about to erupt.

"I...want...to kill...him!!"

Shirley said through gritted teeth, then grabbed Mark and prepared to go find trouble with the person who just sold her the hamster.