Pirate: This shooter is a bit fierce

People often feel uneasy and can't sleep at night when faced with imminent danger.

At this time, Darrow didn't know that the crisis was coming, but he couldn't sleep at night.

"No, don't leave me, grandpa...!"

Darrow looked at Recter on the bed, and almost jumped up from the sofa in anger, because he suddenly found that Recter was in...

"Talking in your sleep!!!?" Darrow screamed strangely.

He really couldn't take it anymore, it's fine for this guy to involve himself in such a big trouble, he brought him back with good intentions, occupied his bed, not to mention, he was still talking in his sleep, disturbing his rest.

At this moment, accompanied by the dull pain in the wound, and the sound of Recter talking in his sleep on the bed, Darrow was in despair. He still had a game tomorrow.

"If I'm guilty, please let God punish me, instead of letting someone occupy my bed and talk in my sleep after I save him!"

It's a pity that there are no gods in this world, so naturally I can't hear Darrow's complaints, and I am in the mood of enduring the more I think about it for a while, and the more I think about it when I take a step back, the more I lose.

Darrow couldn't bear it anymore, and walked directly to the bed, about to throw the kid directly on the sofa and take back his own bed.

"Ah, don't..." the sleeping Rector said something in his sleep.

Immediately after turning over, Darrow saw the whip marks on his body and the mark of the dragon's hoof through the seams of his clothes during the turning process.

"It turns out that this guy... is a slave of the Celestial Dragon who escaped?" Darrow murmured looking at Recter who was still talking in his sleep.

It is also clear in my heart why this guy was hunted down by the cp organization.

The mark of the dragon's hoof, as the coat of arms of the Tianlong people, is often branded on the slaves captured by the Tianlong people. This impression that can never be erased will become a stain on them for a lifetime, witnessing their shame as slaves.

However, as a person who traveled from a previous life, Darrow did not have such a concept of class. He also disliked the snot-bubbling low-intelligence scum of the Tianlong people. On the contrary, he had a good impression of a small number of rebellious slaves.

"Fuck..."

Looking at the seal, and at Rector who was still talking in his sleep, Darrow decided that this time he...be patient.

It took a while for Darrow to finally get used to the voice of Recter talking in his sleep, and Darrow also fell asleep with the sound of sleep talking.

……

dream.

It is the truest reflection of people's hearts, and it is also a reproduction of people's past memories and future fantasies.

in a dream.

West Sea, Pauillac Island.

The climate here is pleasant and the land is fertile, which is very suitable for the cultivation of grapes. Therefore, many famous wineries have been born here, and it is a veritable wine island.

Among them, the most famous one is the Chateau Latour of the Latour family. The wine they make is known as a peerless famous product and is famous all over the world.

In the vineyards of Château Latour.

"Grandpa, can these grapes be used to make wine?" A young lady with wine red hair pointed to the grapes in front of him.

From the immature facial features, it can be seen that this should be Ratu Rector when he was young.

"Not yet, the grapes here are not yet ripe, and it will be very sour if you use them to make wine, so you can't make good wine." Next to Little Rector, a grey-haired but energetic old man said with a smile .

"Well, if we want to brew, we must brew the best wine in the world, and the wine made by grandpa is the best wine in the world!" Little Recht said enthusiastically.

"Of course, hahaha."

The old man over fifty years old stroked his beard and gave an affirmative answer.

This isn't talking big. As the most famous winemaker on the Isle of Wine, isn't it natural for him to brew the best wine in the world?

"However, there are other fine wines in this world. Although the styles are different, they can also be called great fine wines." The old man said again after changing the subject.

While talking, the old man also recalled when he participated in the World Fine Wine Competition when he was young.

He communicated with winemakers all over the world with his most satisfying wine, and finally won the honor of "the best wine in the world" together with six other wines.

And as the seven people who won the same honor, they also became confidantes in that competition, and they talked about everything. They shared good wine together, exchanged wine making experience with each other, and became best friends.

"Yeah, I know." Little Rector nodded and said, his grandfather told him this story countless times, of course he knew it very clearly.

"In the future, I will also become a winemaker who can brew the best wine in the world, and I will also taste all the good wines in the world." Little Rector clenched his fists and said longingly.

"Haha... Really? This is really an amazing dream." The kind old man touched Little Rector's head with his warm palm and said with a smile.

"However, the wine shared with the best companions is the best wine in the world."

The old man narrowed his eyes and said as if he was thinking of the group of friends who talked about everything, or the happy time when he was young.

……

Dreams do not talk about logic, nor do they talk about timelines.

In a blink of an eye, Little Rector grew up and became a 14-year-old boy.

This time is the best memory in his life. The cicadas in the vineyard, the kites in the field, and the singing conch on the seashore are all his youthful appearance.

The rhetoric of childhood was not left behind by him, and the sweat in the wine cellar was brewed into fine wine by this diligent young man.

Although there is still a hint of sourness, Rector, who is only 14 years old, is already a well-known small winemaker on the island.

Until... that day.

"It's not good, it's not good, young master, something serious happened at home."

At that time, I was in the vineyard, picking the next batch of grapes to be used for winemaking, and the housekeeper hurried over. Up to now, Rector can still clearly recall the anxious expression of the housekeeper when he was talking that day. look.

When Rector hurried home, he found that his home seemed to be holding a banquet, and the guests of the banquet were some guys with fish tanks on their heads.

Just as Rector was about to rush to the front, he was pulled into his arms by the head maid of his own family. He pressed his mouth and couldn't speak. He could only watch the scene in front of him helplessly.

Several Celestial Dragons were sitting at the head of the dining table, holding a few iron chains in their hands, and what the Celestial Dragons had under their buttocks at this moment was not chairs, but slaves on the other end of the chains.

His grandfather knelt down on the ground trembling, like a prisoner waiting to be punished.

There is no way, Tianlong people can do whatever they want.

After all, standing behind the Tianlong people is a power that overwhelms the entire world.

"A few honorable adults... what's the matter?" The old man lying on the ground said in a trembling voice.

"Old man, are you the most famous winemaker on the island?"

Tianlongman Charlie Andy Saint pulled the chain on his hand and warned the restless slaves on the other side, saying:

"I heard that you sold a bottle of wine at an auction a few days ago, and it happened to be photographed by that guy An Ershali Gong."

"Ah, there seems to be such a thing." The old man said suddenly when he remembered that he had indeed sent a bottle of wine to the auction house a few days ago.

"Hmph, do you know how proud An Ershali was after getting that bottle of wine, and she even said that she would hold a banquet to invite everyone to taste this bottle of wine. I think she just wanted to embarrass me in public."

Charlie Andy Saint's voice was not loud, probably because there was a fish tank above his head, but everyone could hear the anger in his words.

"Then, you still have a better wine in your hand now, can you let me compare the bottle of An Ershali's wine?"

"No...no more, this wine was brewed decades ago, and the bottle sent to the auction is the best bottle of wine in that batch."

"Oh!! You mean, there is no better wine than her!!"

Hearing this sentence, Charlie Andy Sheng seemed to have thought about how An Ershali Gong would humiliate herself at the banquet a few days later. As an old enemy, how could he accept that An Ershali was so proud.

Seeing that their master was so angry, the guards on the side raised their flintlock guns one after another, aimed at the old man on the ground, and pretended to shoot.

Just when the atmosphere was tense, a guy wearing a housekeeper's uniform beside Tianlongren walked up to Charlie Andy Saint's ear with an old newspaper, and he didn't know what he said.

"Haha, that's how it is, it's not bad."

Hearing the butler's words, Charlie Andy Sheng let out a horrific laugh, then threw the newspaper in front of the old man and said: "They should be world-renowned brewers like you, right? Do they have a better bottle of wine than An Ershali Gong's?"

"You, those who follow me, go and catch them all, and let them bring me all the fine wine in their hands."

"In this way, I can properly thwart the sharp weapon of that guy An Ershali."

Rector's grandfather looked at the newspaper that was thrown in front of him. On the front page was a photo of him and six other winemakers on the podium.

"..."

"My lord, it's been more than ten years since the few of us got together last time. I really don't know where they are." The old man tremblingly picked up the newspaper on the ground, and let out a hoarse voice from his throat.

The old man is very clear about how unreasonable the Tianlong people are, and he who said this sentence should be in danger.

But if I take the Tianlong people to find some of my friends, it will only bring disaster to them. How can I betray the friendship of these decades?

That's his best friend.

Sure enough, the old man irritated Charlie Andy St. with a negative answer.

"Then what's the use of you!!"

After finishing speaking, the furious Charlie Andy took out a gold-encrusted revolver from his pocket, and pulled the trigger on the old man.

"boom."

The bullet hit the old man's left lung, and the old man's bony body fell to the ground,

"grandfather!"

On the other side, Rector, who saw this scene, directly broke away the head maid's hand, completely ignoring the obstruction of others, and rushed in front of the old man.

"Why...why."

Rector knew how good the relationship between his grandfather and his friends was, and his grandfather must know the location of his friends.

As long as you say it, won't you die?

As if he understood Recter's question, and felt that his vitality was passing away little by little, the old man said in a voice that only the grandpa and grandson could hear:

"If you betray your friends, you will no longer be able to drink the best wine in the world."

"One day, you will meet a partner who can rely on your life, and you will understand at that time."

"The best wine is to be shared with your partners!" After saying this, the old man swallowed his last breath in Rector's arms.

"Grandpa, no!"

Recter's wailing resounded throughout the winery, and he himself could not escape his tragic fate. Recter was brought back to the holy land of Mariejoia by his enemy Charlie Andy Saint.

Became a lowly Draconian slave.