Pirate: My crew are all emperors?

"After listening to your words, I feel like your caravan has a promising future."

Locks couldn't help but sigh, and Kate took advantage of the opportunity to send out the invitation:

"Then do you want to work with me? With your strength, it will be more convenient for us in the future. Maybe we can get one or two sharp knives from other places! I heard that that thing is very useful to a swordsman. Baby, you should like it very much, right?"

"A big sharp knife..."

Locks looked down at the broken blade in his hand, chuckled and shook his head:

"Maybe I have to say sorry. I want to continue to hone my strength, so I can't join your caravan. But...if your caravan becomes famous far and wide in the future, maybe I will stand up to the great swordsman. Come and join you."

"Great Swordsman? Okay, then I will have to leave a special place for you then!"

Kate laughed. She didn’t think Rocks’ idea was a fantasy, but she was full of expectations. Not to mention that Rocks’ character was very to her liking. If he could have a great swordsman as his companion, then for him, Of course it is even more powerful.

The banquet lasted until evening, and the sailors returned to their respective posts to continue working. Rocks also returned to the room that Kate had arranged for him to rest.

Today's battle had taken a lot of toll on his body. Although he got the help of that glass of red wine, he still needed to rest after all.

"With the effect of this mysterious red wine, future training should be more effective, right?"

With this thought in mind, Rocks fell asleep unconsciously.

……

"Thief! Thief! Robber!"

When Rocks opened his eyes again, he was frightened awake by the voice in his dream. The dream was dark, and he could only hear a person constantly cursing him.

It's a pity that he couldn't tell whether the other party was a man or a woman, and it didn't even sound like a human voice. Just like when he heard the language of this world for the first time, the voice seemed to ring directly from his mind, and he could easily Understand the meaning.

"What's going on? Am I too tired?"

Rocks struggled to get up, sat on the bed and pressed his forehead. Although he had rested enough, he still felt uncomfortable being woken up by a nightmare.

He got up and left the room, and happened to meet Kate who was returning to the cabin from the deck. After seeing Rocks, she smiled and said:

"Are you awake? We're almost at the port. Once you've replenished your supplies, I'll take you to the blacksmith shop I mentioned before to help you repair the knife."

Kate also saw that this knife seemed to have a special meaning to Rocks, but he had no habit of asking for details. After all, everyone has their own little secret.

"Then trouble you."

"It's just a small matter, you're welcome."

After a successful return, the group returned to the island where they first met. The sailors were arranged by Kate to purchase supplies, while she took Rocks to the blacksmith shop mentioned before.

"Old man, I've brought you business, come out quickly!"

Kate pushed open the door of a dilapidated room. The room was dark and even looked a little messy.

Seeing Rocks looking at her suspiciously, Kate quickly said:

"Look, it's quite a mess here, but I won't lie to you about that old man's craftsmanship. It's just a bit troublesome to ask for his help."

With that said, Kate shouted towards the room again:

"I know you old guy is addicted to alcohol. This time we got some high-end red wine. If you don't want to, I can only find someone else. Oh, what a pity. It's obviously a rare wine, why do some people just drink it? Not here..."

Before he finished speaking, a figure flashed past Kate, and then the sound of swallowing drinks sounded in the room:

"Huhu...it's indeed a good wine, but it's still a little short of heat. You left too early."

I saw a ragged old man sitting on a chair and drank the red wine Kate brought in one breath.

After hearing what the old man said, Kate curled her lips and said:

"You said exactly the same thing. When I invited you, an old man, to take us there, we ended up making excuses. In the end, we couldn't get there on our own."

"Hehe, it seems that guy hasn't woken up yet, otherwise with the strength of you little babies, I'm afraid they would have been filled long ago."

The old man suddenly let out a hoarse chuckle, which made Kate and Rocks feel shivers down their spines at the same time.

Is there anything on the island that hasn't woken up yet?

"Hey old man, we came to you to repair our weapons, but what do you mean you're trying to scare us after you're drunk?" Kate thought this was what the old man said deliberately to scare them, and didn't take it seriously.

Rocks was different. He did hear a voice on the island, but it was not said by the dragon. Is there really an unknown existence living on that island?

"Hey, let's wait until our strength improves before considering whether to go back and see."

Originally, Rocks thought that after he drank all the wine Kate sent him, he could go back and get some more. Now it seems that he was lucky to get so much. I'm afraid he would just burp when he went back alone.

Locks' thoughts were unknown to outsiders. The old man drank up the red wine in his hand, gently placed the empty bottle next to the chair, and walked towards the two of them while wiping his mouth.

"What weapon do you want to repair? Take it out and have a look."

Locks took the sword from his waist out of the scabbard and handed it to the old man with both hands.

The old man's half-closed eyes widened slightly, then shook his head and said:

"Can't fix it."

"what?"

"Hey old man, you drank all the wine and you said you can't repair it? Do you know how many Baileys you can sell for that bottle of wine!"

Kate felt like she couldn't keep her face. She had promised a blacksmith to help Rocks repair the knife, but she was slapped in the face like this?

"Old man, is this knife really beyond repair?"

Unlike Kate, Rocks' expression didn't fluctuate much, and what he had to say was just a little regretful.

The old man looked at Rocks deeply and sighed:

"Yes, this knife was originally a broken thing, but later it was forged into a whole by some half-assed knife maker using some messy materials.

Although it now looks like it was worn out during the battle, in fact it was just the material covering it being worn away, and the inside of the knife was already broken. "

Locks lowered his head and gently stroked the cracked blade. Did this knife originally become like this?

The old man paid attention to the look in Locks's eyes. Although he guessed that this knife was of great significance to him, he still advised:

"Boy, as a sword forger, I advise you to change your sword. Kate's bottle of wine just made me feel a lot better. I can help you forge a new one."

"...No, thank you for your kindness, but I still want to keep this knife."

After saying that, Rocks was about to turn around and leave. Kate was secretly annoyed that if she had known better, she would not have come to see this unreliable old man.

"Rocks, wait for me!"

Just as the two were about to leave, the old man suddenly spoke:

"Your name is Rocks, right?"

"..."

Rocks paused in his steps and slowly turned to look at the old man, a bit of confusion flashing in his eyes.

Just listen to the old man continue to say:

"Swords are meant for fighting, but I didn't expect that some people would actually regard them as spiritual sustenance... That's all. I will reluctantly help you repair it."