A Pirate's Counting Life

Mark has been going to town every day since discovering Doron's presence, and the elimination rounds of the Swordsman Competition have begun for several days.

The number of participants has gone from tens of thousands at the beginning to only 100 now. Tomorrow these 100 people will compete with those who have previously qualified for the top [-] competition. The winner will be qualified and the loser will leave the venue.

Early the next morning, the organizer sent someone over to notify Mark of his participation.And give away ten tickets.

Shirley took the ticket and worked as a scalper at the gate of the arena and earned 70 Baileys. She couldn't hold back the smile on her face. She kept counting the Baileys in her hands, as if she saw many steaks waving to her. .

The three women walked to their seats and sat down, waving their hands towards Mark who was in the field. Mark smiled and waved to them.

He turned around and looked at the 100 people around him and found Duolong's figure at the end of the crowd. Opposite them stood a hundred challengers, who were drawn by lot to decide their opponents.

Two organizers were walking among the crowd holding a cardboard box respectively. Mark picked up a piece of paper, looked at the number nine written on it, and kicked the note into his arms.

"Contestant No. [-] will be invited to take the stage next!"

Following the host's passionate shouts, the audience immediately cheered.

Hearing the roars all around, Mark felt a little excited and wanted to go on to fight immediately. Mark took a deep breath to suppress his restless heart.

"My little friend, long time no see!"

Doron came behind Mark and said hello to him. Mark slowly turned around and looked at Doron, whose temperament had changed drastically.

"Why did you massacre those civilians? Weren't you a hero who guarded the island? Why have you become an executioner with a sharp blade now?"

After hearing Mark's accusation, a trace of recollection flashed in Doron's eyes, but soon this trace of recollection was replaced by determination, Doron said in a low voice

"I used to think that I was practicing the way of guarding swordsmanship, but after I destroyed a town, I found that my swordsmanship had improved a bit. Only then did I realize that swordsmanship is a killing skill. Only by killing people non-stop can I reach the highest level of swordsmanship. !”

Seeing the madness flashing in Doron's eyes, Mark shook his head and said softly, "I will kill you! Although I don't know any sword skills, I will not let a guy like you who is inhumane continue to live."

"Hehe, hahaha, come on, come and try to stop me! This time it won't be your sword that I want to break!"

Duolong glanced at the bloody cherry on Mark's waist, smiled disdainfully, turned around and walked to the end of the crowd.

While the two were talking, the winner was decided on the field. The challenger was chopped into two pieces with a knife. The blood stimulated the surrounding audience, making them roar even louder, as if they had lost their humanity and turned into beast

Listening to the roars around him, Mark didn't feel as excited as before. He felt that he was just a clown showing off his smile on the stage, which made him very unhappy.

"Next, we invite contestant No. [-]!"

Mark walked up to the stone platform in the center of the venue with an expressionless face. As soon as the challenger stepped onto the stage, he was knocked off the stone platform by Mark's slash.

The challenger looked at the broken right hand and shook his head with a wry smile. He raised his right hand and shouted loudly, "I surrender!"

The man walked back to the team despite boos. Mark didn't intend to kill them all. He put away the blood cherry and retreated to the bottom of the stone platform.

After a day of competition, only [-] of the [-] challengers succeeded in replacing the seeded players and qualified for the competition. Mark glanced at the stooped Duolong, holding the blood cherry's scabbard tightly with his left hand, but in the end he decided to kill the opponent in the game. .

After returning to the warship, Mark couldn't wait to shout for the money. Shirley thought about it and took out the 70 Baileys.

"One for you and one for me..."

"One for me, one for me..."

"One for you and one for me..."

Mark looked at the 60 Baileys in front of him very happily. Just as he was about to reach out to take it, Shirley grabbed his wrist.

"I'm just stupid! But I'm not stupid!"

Shirley looked at Mark with a scum-like look, grabbed Bailey in front of Mark, took out two hundred denominations and put them in Mark's hand.

Then Bailey put away the rest and took Ophelia and Aaliya to the cabin to discuss clothes.

"Sloppy!"

Mark looked helplessly at the two hundred Baileys in his hand. If he had known better, he would not have been so cautious, and he might have gotten 35 Baileys.

Mark took off his military uniform and put on civilian clothes, preparing to turn his grief and anger into appetite. He wanted to eat all over the street with two hundred beli.

"The Lord won't be angry if you do this, right?"

Ophelia looked at Mark's leaving figure with some confusion. Shirley on the side said unhappily.

"If you don't collect all his money, are you going to let him go out and have fun? Bring a few women back? Do you care about him so much because you want to be his little boy?"

Seeing Shirley's teasing gaze, Ophelia looked away with embarrassment. Shirley's heart sank, and she clenched her right hand into a fist behind her back. She swore that if the other person dared to nod, she would tear the other person's bones apart.

"Shirley, you are too worried. The Lord saved me from the sea of ​​suffering. I just want to be by his side all the time. I have no other ideas."

Ophelia looked at Shirley with soft eyes and whispered, "I just want to see him every day, and I don't want to compete with you for anything."

Seeing that the words had been spoken, Shirley no longer concealed her inner emotions. A strong murderous intention enveloped Ophelia, and Shirley's voice was as cold as ice.

"Do you want to die!"

Ophelia was not frightened by Shirley's murderous intention. She stared at Shirley with her pale golden eyes and said every word.

"I just want a position. If you don't give it to me, then we will decide whether to live or die!"

Shirley stared at the woman in front of her with murderous green eyes, and Ophelia also stared at Shirley without showing any signs of weakness, as if she was going to take her away if she didn't give her.

"Okay... I'll give you a spot, but you can only look at it and you're not allowed to touch it!"

The frost on Shirley's face thawed instantly, showing a sweet smile, and put her head to Ophelia's ear and whispered

"If you dare to cross the line, I will kill you~"

Ophelia pursed her lips and showed a smile, and said softly, "Sister, be careful. After all, the Lord likes to eat what I cook, and..."

Ophelia paused, crossed her arms and raised the two mountain peaks. Shirley felt that although the other party didn't say anything, it seemed that he had said everything. This feeling made her very irritated.

"What about you? Do you also want a share of the pie?"

Shirley looked at Aaliya with an unkind expression. This woman was not only choppy but also had a pair of long white legs. This was simply a dimensionality-reducing blow to herself. After all, Ophelia had been with Mark for a long time, so she rashly killed her. It’s hard for her to explain to Mark the other party.

But the little transparent person in front of him is dead, so he can be fooled by any excuse he can find. Shirley's hands behind her back have been quietly covered in armed colors.

Aaliya looked at Shirley's dangerous eyes and Ophelia's careless gaze, and her heart felt like she wanted to eat a melon. Why did this fire burn to her body?

Aria quickly shook her head like a rattle. Fortunately, she had thought that Shirley and Ophelia were sisters and talked about everything. It turned out that the clown was actually herself.

Shirley looked at Aaliya carefully and put back her armor with a smile on her face.

"Sister Aaliya, there are some things that you can't control. Do you understand what I mean?"

"I understand, understand, sister Shirley, I really don't mean that. I just want to make a living."

Aaliya was about to cry. If anyone told her that Shirley was staying in the future, she would be a big mouther.

"Well, I believe you. Let's not talk about this anymore. Let's take a look at this new dress. Sister Liya, what do you think of this?"

"The color of this one is too bright and it doesn't suit my sister. I think this light blue one is just right for you."

Aaliya looked at the two of them who were so affectionate as sisters, and shuddered subconsciously. She used to think that they were both little sheep, with gentle personalities and easy to get along with.

Now she feels like a little white rabbit, weak, helpless and pitiful, walking on the street with a tiger and a lion every day. She is really lucky to be alive now.