Pirates: I was born to be a king

"Barry! Now that you are rich, shouldn't you pay more for protection? Brothers like me don't even have money for drinks now. Please open the door and donate some money. You don't think this broken door can stop me, do you?"

Outside, the gangster leader was banging on the door with his fists, a malicious smile on his face.

They knew very well that this family was powerless civilians. Of course, Bart had been a doctor and had accumulated some favors, but with Bart's medical skills, he usually only treated civilians, so they were not afraid of being raped. Come forward, and they usually come every month to collect protection fees.

Of course, calling it protection money is actually a money grab. At most, you can just give money and avoid trouble.

Bart suddenly felt sweat on his forehead and turned his head stiffly, only to see Noah fastening the buttons without any hurry.

When Bart was panicking just now, Noah had already changed his clothes.

Noah threw his suit jacket behind his back, then neatly stretched his hands through the two cuffs to put on the jacket, and then tied the buttons on his wrists as he walked.

"Okay, Old Man Bart! Why are you panicking? Go and open the door. They are just a bunch of low-level characters who cannot stand up to the stage. Just say that I gave you the money."

"Baga! I'm not going to let you stand alone as a child. Go into the back room! I'll handle it!"

Although Bart's forehead was sweating and his legs were shaking slightly. After all, he was just an ordinary doctor, a proper weak intellectual, but at this moment he said these words with firm eyes.

Noah was stunned when he heard this, and then his expression no longer looked frivolous, replaced by a serious smile.

"Man! Old Man Bart! I won't die!"

As he spoke, Noah walked past Bart and walked to the door. Regardless of Bart who was stunned, he put his hand on the door handle and pulled it gently, and the door slowly opened.

"Barry! Are you finally willing to give up?! I thought you thought we wouldn't break the door!"

The gangster leader outside saw the door slowly opening with a "click" and thought that the Bart family inside was scared, so he said with a sneer.

But the result...

"Hey? Kid, who are you?"

What the gangster leader saw was not Barry or Bart, but a little kid with red lips and white teeth, blond hair and red eyes.

At this time, the gangster leader was a little hesitant. When he first saw Noah, he felt that the child had an inexplicable nobility. He even felt that he was more noble than the nobles his boss had been fawning over. This made the gangster leader a little Undecided.

Damn it! Isn't this old Bart fawning over some noble?

That's right, if that's the case, then it's not surprising that old guy Bart has so much money to buy things, and the clothes he bought are obviously for this noble kid.

The more the gangster leader thought about it, the more he realized it was true. The more he thought about it, the more panicked he became. After all, he was just a gang leader. To put it bluntly, he was a ruffian. If something happened, his boss would definitely push him out immediately.

Thinking about it, the gangster leader looked at the younger brother who had just started to make suggestions with a look of resentment. This bastard must have been plotting his position for a long time.

In one thought, the gangster leader's face kept changing, and finally he turned pale, rubbing his hands with a flattering expression: "It's okay, it's okay. I drank too much just now, and I didn't take my drunken words seriously. The young one left first."

"Why don't you leave quickly?"

The gangster leader turned around, lowered his voice and urged, pushing a group of still confused boys to walk quickly along the way.

Um? Are they giving up now? It seems that the lower classes in this world are very afraid of these nobles.

Noah followed them a dozen meters outside the house, looking a little disappointed at their figures.

Of course Noah knew that they were afraid of his own skin, but he originally thought that only commoners were afraid of nobles. After all, they were mud-legged barefoot and were not afraid of wearing shoes. The nobles should be a little afraid of them because the status of these gangsters was too low. ?

Noah thought secretly, but he also cared too much. After all, killing these people was a bit of a shame for him. It would be best if they knew their tastes and didn't provoke them.

The gangster leader's side.

"Brother, what are you doing? Why are you running away?"

A younger brother turned to look at his boss with a question mark on his face, wondering why his boss was afraid of a kid.

"Idiot! Didn't you see that brat! His temperament is definitely that of a noble, maybe even a disciple of the royal family. If we mess with him, why don't we mess around!"

The gangster leader punched the young man on the head and impatiently reprimanded him for his stupidity. At the same time, he looked at the group of confused young men around him and couldn't help but feel proud that everyone was drunk and I was alone.

The younger brother had a pimple on his head after being beaten, and tears flowed out unsatisfactorily. He said a little aggrievedly: "But this kid, eldest brother, is not from our country. What are you afraid of? Even if he is the royal family of other countries, he There is not even a guard around him. It is obvious that he is either unpopular or lost. We are not afraid of the unpopular one. If he is lost, then we can sell him to human traffickers or the nobles of our country and leave the blame to them, right? ?”

The gangster leader was stunned: "Nani?! That kid is not from our country?"

"Yes, boss, didn't our big brother give us some information about some important (not to be messed with) people in the country before? And if this kid was really a noble or royal family in our country, we would have known about it a long time ago. After all, this kid You can’t hide your temperament.”

The younger brother rubbed his head and explained, and looked at his boss with a puzzled face. After all, the information was passed on step by step, which meant that the information was passed to him through his hands.

"Ah ha? Hahahaha, of course I remember, idiot! I was just testing you just now, and I pretended to leave to test whether there was a secret guard."

The gangster leader rubbed the back of his head and laughed a few times, then made up a reason in a hurry, and finally punched the little brother again as if he was angry.

"Asshole, boss, I have good intentions to test you, but you actually doubt me, boss?"

The younger brother could only cover the extra bag on his head, nod and bow to apologize.

The gangster boss turned around and looked at Bart's house with a grin on his face. He vowed to get back the majesty he had just lost in front of his younger brother from Noah and the others. Thinking of Noah's image of a beautiful boy with blond hair and red eyes, he couldn't help but say evilly. : "Speaking of which, there seems to be one among those nobles who particularly likes handsome boys. With the bonus of his aristocratic temperament, we can eat and drink for a whole year just by selling him! Hahahaha!"

Noah was turning around and walking towards Bart's house, thinking that he would take Bart with him to the town for dinner and see if there was a library in the town to learn about the world.

At this time, Noah's footsteps paused, and there was a look of surprise on his face, but he quickly calmed down, lowered his head, curled his mouth, and turned around slowly with his hands in his pockets.

"Hey, what do you mean?"

Surrounded by his younger brothers, the gangster leader walked over with a grin on his face, spat towards the side, and looked at Noah with disdain:

"Spit! Kid, it seems you don't have any guards around you. Then let me teach you, this noble kid, what dangers are in the world! Remember in your next life what it means to keep your wealth private!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the gangster leader stared at Noah fiercely and moved his hands from back to front to signal his younger brother to come forward.

When the younger brothers saw their eldest brother's gesture, they immediately grinned, revealing a mouth full of big yellow teeth. Some even had a few missing front teeth. They clasped their fingers with both hands and made a "click" sound to demonstrate to Noah. At the same time, he was not nervous. Walking towards Noah step by step without any slowness.

They were probably thinking about whether they would scare Noah into tears without a fight later.

Noah saw someone coming and was eager to move forward and stretch his muscles. At the same time, he felt regretful that he had lost all his treasures. He clearly remembered that his king's treasure contained many various treasures. But somehow they all disappeared, leaving only countless treasures and some armors and the like.

But when Noah was about to rush over, he suddenly stopped because his eyes glanced at their big yellow teeth, and then he noticed that their clothes seemed to exude a stench that was visible to the naked eye, and their feet were immediately attracted like a magnet. , almost staggered and made a fool of himself.

"Damn it! You damn miscellaneous repairmen, how long have you gone without brushing your teeth and taking a shower?"

Noah couldn't care less about his manners at this time, and complained a little madly.

The younger brothers who originally wanted to have fun with Noah immediately turned pale.

No matter how hard it is, don’t tear it apart!

These boys one after another pulled out a knife from their waists, and their originally joking smiles turned into ferocious smiles, as if they were going to commit seppuku next second.

They licked the knife with their tongues and then rushed over in a heap.

Noah couldn't help but curl his lips after seeing it. A gangster is a gangster, and there is no formation at all in a fight.

At this time, Noah didn't know that in this world, except for the navy and other armies that would use military formations and guns to clear a wave of troops before the war started, melee combat was all about this rogue style of fighting.

At this time, Noah was staring at the white blade in the hand of one of the younger brothers, and a skill came to his mind.

Noah stretched out his right hand, held it empty, and murmured to himself:

"Projection, start! Search, select, analyze, materialize!"

A ray of light flashed in Noah's eyes, and soon an illusory short blade appeared in his hand, then quickly solidified, and finally an identical short blade appeared.