Pirates: Knowledge is power

After leaving Black Rock Island, Dram's ship sailed to an island and stopped for a while.

Drum originally wanted to directly transform Taurus and Bundy Walder into the Ghost King Guards.

But this time it came out in a hurry, and most of the materials were not brought out.

There is no problem in transforming ordinary ghost king soldiers.

But if he wants to retain the full strength of Taurus, the materials in his hand are slightly insufficient.

No matter how many ideas you have, you can only realize them by going back.

The only way is to control the two people with sea floor stones and soak them in culture fluid.

The Ghost King soldiers on the ship still had some materials he needed.

But he couldn't possibly dismantle the rest of the Ghost King's soldiers and scrape together the materials to transform the two of them...

In that case, who will do the chores on the ship...

Parking the hull in the port, Dram jumped off the ship, stood on the soft earth and stretched.

Although he spent a lot of time at sea in the past two years, he still didn't like life on the ship. The soft land was more to his liking.

There was a small town not far from the island. Delam thought that he had not gone shopping for a long time, and he felt a little itchy, so he walked towards the small town.

Along the way, the town was still quite lively, but after wandering around Dram for a while, I realized something was wrong.

Originally, the residents of the small town saw nothing unusual when they saw him, just like ordinary people. But after a while, some news seemed to spread among these people.

The way these people looked at him changed from curiosity to fear, even fear.

Durham walked to a fruit stand, picked up an apple and turned it in his hand.

He looked up and saw the fearful look in his boss's eyes. He weighed the apple in his hand and asked, "Boss, how do you sell apples?"

The fruit stall owner was a middle-aged man in his thirties. When Dram asked about the price, his legs were still shaking.

"One, one, a hundred Baileys a pound."

"Oh……"

"If you want it, no money is required, just take it as you like, just don't kill me."

Seeing that Drum seemed a little dissatisfied, the boss immediately knelt down and changed his words to beg for mercy.

Seeing the boss's appearance, Dram also guessed something.

He looked at the boss with a smile.

"Excuse me, do you have today's newspaper here?"

"Yes, yes." The boss didn't dare to delay, and immediately brought the newspaper he put on the table to Drum.

The newspaper is still clean, and the date on it is fresh enough that it was just published today.

Drum took the newspaper, and the content on it was not what he expected. It was a report about the melee on Black Rock Island. Photos of the melee between the powerful men were placed on the front page.

And it was given a very attractive title.

There is no problem in just reading the news on the front page. After all, the current president of the World News Agency is Morgans. He is a guy who is worried about the world being in chaos. Naturally, he did not hide anything in the newspaper and even added fuel to the fire.

Just turning the page of the newspaper, a whole page of the newspaper was dedicated to reporting on his various deeds and the Ghost King Soldier technology he mastered.

It can be said that it gave a very detailed report on his deeds after going to sea.

Although it was not on the front page, it still gave him enough face.

No wonder you are so afraid of me...

Drum looked at the newspaper and had no intention of staying any longer.

He originally wanted to go shopping, but he didn't expect that Morgans' report made him lose his ability to keep a low profile.

He casually summoned a flame to burn the newspaper, and Drum threw a two-hundred-beli coin onto the fruit stand, then turned and left.

The fruit stand owner took the coin, still looking in disbelief.

After all, the newspaper clearly stated that Dram had an eccentric temper, refused to pay for things, liked to capture people and rehabilitate them, and was especially fond of killing people...

But now Dram not only didn't rob him, but actually gave him money for a newspaper, which really made the boss panic.

Could it be that this coin is his money to buy his life?

Thinking of this, the fruit stall owner grabbed the coin and felt that his heart was about to stop beating.

He was so scared that he didn't even want to give up his own stall, spread his legs and ran away in the opposite direction where Dram had left.

He only has one thought now, escape, I must escape.

Whether he becomes a bandit or a pirate, he must never stay here again.

But the truth is that he really thinks too much.

The coin Drum gave him was really just newspaper money.

Tadelam is not a murderous demon, nor is he an unruly person.

Isn't it the right thing to give money when buying things and eating?

If you say that pirates don’t pay for meals, then that’s okay. He’s not a pirate.

All the negative reports about him were exaggerated in newspapers.

There is no such thing as someone who likes to eat three-year-old children or someone who likes married women...

When Durham returned to the ship, he discovered something was wrong.

The Ghost King soldiers who were originally left on the ship actually blew themselves up!

Not only did it blow up a big gap in the ship, but there were also parts of the Ghost King's soldiers scattered around.

Seeing this scene, Dram's eyes immediately widened.

laboratory!

Without hesitation, Drum rushed into the ship at full speed.

Almost the next second he arrived in the laboratory.

Although the door of the laboratory was opened with violence, he was relieved when he saw that Taurus and Bundy Walder were intact in the nutrient solution, and even the three CP members were intact and had not been released. tone.

The two people were not released, which meant that the people who broke in were not from the World Government or the Navy.

"Wonderful, is this the nerve of the human body? It's simply perfect!"

Drum followed the sound and saw a young man in a suit with a slicked back hair standing in front of one of his display cabinets, carefully observing the neuron model magnified thousands of times inside.

"If it's like this...and this...perfect, it should be like this."

Drum did not disturb the other person's observation of the model, but quietly moved to his side.

After he finished observing, a hand patted the other party's shoulder.

The opponent's body trembled, he turned around quickly, and threw out two scalpels between his hands.

The sharp scalpel flew towards Dram like a bullet.

This distance is almost unavoidable.

Drum could have avoided it with his speed, but it wasn't necessary.

He raised his hand, took the two scalpels tightly with three fingers, and clamped them firmly between his fingers.

"It's me, it's really me!"

After the other party saw Dram clearly, he rushed to Dram like a crazy star chaser...