Pirates: Invincible at the beginning

in an empty hall.

The clanking sound of the dice is particularly crisp.

Seeing Sorata and others standing in front of the gambling table and not leaving, the croupier's heart, which had calmed down slightly, felt as if someone had pinched it, and it beat rapidly, as if it was about to jump out of his throat.

She blushed and cautiously raised her eyes to glance at Sorata.

And Sorata seemed to notice her little move. When the croupier looked over, he gave her a friendly and gentle smile.

He is not so crazy. These dealers are just ordinary people, not pirates. He will not do anything to them.

Feeling the kindness radiating from Sorata's body, the croupier gradually put away the fear that suddenly emerged in his heart. Although he was nervous, he would not fall to the ground.

After all, Sorata has restrained any momentum at this moment. From the outside, he looks like an ordinary ordinary person who cannot be ordinary.

Although this ordinary guy is kind of handsome.

boom--!

Putting down the sweaty dice cup, the croupier didn't have time to wipe the sweat on his forehead and said in a slightly nervous tone: "I'll leave after buying."

As he spoke, he looked at the blind uncle and said, "Uncle, this is your last bargaining chip. Are you sure you want to keep it small?"

After being a dealer for so many years, she has seen a lot of gamblers, and she has also seen a lot of unlucky gamblers, but it is rare to see a one-on-one gambler who can lose nine games in a row.

Therefore, at the last moment, she couldn't help but give a reminder.

"It's okay, I'll keep it down and you can just drive."

As if he didn't hear the dealer's kind reminder clearly, the blind uncle knocked on the gaming table nonchalantly. His face was a little embarrassed, but he still forced himself to ask the dealer to open the dice cup.

"All right!"

The croupier shook his head. Her kind reminder just now was just a moment of kindness. She had seen too many gamblers like the blind uncle in front of her who had lost their sights. She had also seen too many losers who had lost their families, wives and children just for gambling. scattered people.

So for gamblers, her heart has long been as cold as iron.

The reminder just now was just to show that she also had a kind side in front of Silver Hair.

Because she had already known from the newspaper that the silver-haired group was different from ordinary pirates.

Although this is different, in the eyes of most people, pirates are selling themselves off like sheep. Pirates... pirates with a sense of justice can be nothing but ridiculous.

At least in their sisters' chats after get off work, such news is so ridiculous and funny.

Of course, when she really faced Silver Hair now, she could only believe in the justice she once laughed at in the newspapers.

Otherwise, if Silver Hair is really a "real pirate", if he wants to kill her or do something to her, even her boss Tezoro will not say anything for her.

Just like the Celestial Dragons.

Every time the Tianlong people come here to play, she will miss one or two good sisters.

She didn't know where they went, but as long as she thought about the ways of the Celestial Dragons, it was not difficult to guess the fate of her sisters.

Fortunately, although she has a good figure, her face is very ordinary, so she has been sitting in the dealer's position for many years.

He picked up the dice cup and looked at the dice below. When he saw the points on it clearly, the croupier's face showed a little surprise.

She swore that she was not cheating.

but……

Looking up at the blind uncle with an expectant look on his face, the croupier said coldly: "445... big."

"Sorry uncle, you lost again."

After saying this, the dealer ignored the blind uncle who looked disappointed. Instead, like a conditioned reflex, he picked up the ruler on the right and pushed the chips that the blind uncle had placed on the "small" in front of him.

Then she put down the ruler and tried to get the dice Gu again, only to realize that the gamblers on the gambling table seemed to have no chips.

Now that she had nothing to do, her newly settled heart began to show signs of rising again.

As if he saw her dilemma, Sorata's gentle voice sounded, "Okay, I believe you should know who I am. I have nothing to do with you here. Can you please get off work now?"

The croupier raised his head and looked into Kong Tai's pale blue eyes, which were as beautiful as the starry sky. Then he quickly lowered his head, and a hint of red appeared on his slightly pale face.

She didn't say anything, but took two steps back, bowed to Sorata and the others, then quickly turned around and left here as if running away.

Looking back at the dealer, Sorata stepped forward, walked from the right side of the gaming table, and stood where the dealer was standing just now.

"Smile..."

"Hmm... no, it should be 'One Life'. I don't know if Uncle Yisheng is here specifically to wait for us, or... is it just a coincidence?"

Picking up the dice Gu, Sorata shook it slowly twice, and then put it down casually.

At this moment, Yisheng raised his head, and his face no longer had the red-eyed gambling attitude just now, but a calm expression.

Only then did Guina and others discover that this uncle was actually a blind man, and there was an "X" shaped scar on the left side of his forehead that extended to both eyes.

He didn't know if it was this scar that made him close his eyes ever since.

Kuina and the others didn't know, but Sorata knew that he had closed his eyes all his life.

As Sorata knows and has experienced, behind the prosperity of this world are countless tragedies.

As a ranger who has been wandering around the world for many years, he has experienced countless misfortunes in his life, which gave him an extreme mentality.

That is, "It is a blessing not to see things. There are too many dirty and despicable people in the world that people cannot bear to look at." Therefore, he chose to close his eyes precisely because he did not want to see the evil in the world.

In Korata's opinion, this is actually a fool's errand and an escape.

But this is other people's lives and other people's choices. Sorata has no reason to point fingers, even if he doesn't agree.

Why does Sorata think his whole life is waiting for him here?

Of course it's because he knows a lot about life.

With this guy's knowledge and domineering attitude, it's impossible that he doesn't know what happened upstairs.

If Tezzolo dies, this place will soon turn into a chaotic swamp, and if he is still waiting here, there is only one possibility, and that is to wait for them to come down.

"I am here specifically to wait for Mr. Silver-haired. I want to see with my own eyes what kind of person the real Mr. Silver-haired is, which I cannot know from outsiders."

Issei raised his head, not opening his eyes, which were still closed, but his face was pointed directly at Sorata, as if he could see Sorata.

"Oh……"

Sorata let go of the dice Gu, took out the wine gourd from his waist, removed the stopper, took a sip, and said with a smile: "Do you see clearly?"

"See clearly."

Without hesitation, Yisheng spoke directly.

"Then who am I?" Sorata was slightly curious.

"I can't sense it."

"Uh……"

Sorata couldn't help but pause while drinking. Then he put down the gourd of wine, leaned forward, and stared seriously at the eyes that had been closed all his life with his blue pupils.

"Can't sense it?"