Pirates: I was born to be a king

Bart saw Vic and his gang pulling out guns before and immediately ran behind the stone.

It wasn't until he heard that there was no sound outside that he walked around from behind a boulder. He was a little frightened by the sight of bloody flesh and potholes in front of him.

If he hadn't known better, he would have thought that this land had been bombed by artillery shells, especially the four to five meter deep hole where Vic was buried.

But he was relieved to see Noah unscathed.

"Hahaha! Old man Bart, you can rest assured now. Originally, I was thinking about helping you get rid of the troubles, but in the end, they came to your door. What a blessing! After all, I don't want to kill these people just to get rid of them. The miscellaneous repairman makes a special trip."

Noah also returned to his usual self at this time, a little childish, and it was completely impossible to tell that he had just made a group of people into a mess without blinking an eye.

"Really? That, that's great, Noah brat!"

Bart responded, sweating and stuttering.

What a powerful man!

Bart couldn't help but think to himself, and Noah seemed to call himself "my king", could he be the king of which country?

But Bart didn't ask much. After all, what if he knew which country Noah was the king of? Can I still help him and send him back?

"Old Bart, you go back with the vegetables first. I'll go to the bookstore to see what I can buy."

Noah interrupted Bart's random thoughts and then informed him of his purpose.

"Oh, oh! Okay, anyway, we will soon reach the village along this trail."

Bart didn't stop him and went back first.

As for cleaning the land, someone will naturally do it.

Noah came to the bookstore excitedly. He couldn't help but want to understand the world.

Arriving at the door of the bookstore, Noah pushed open the door and walked in. What he smelled was the smell of ink from the books, and of course the musty smell of some books that had been stored for a long time.

When the store owner saw a child walking in, he knew that Vic had finished shooting outside. After all, the gunshots and roars were too loud and he was too scared to go out.

But what he didn't know was that Vic had been defeated by the child in front of him, and he only thought that Vic had killed the provocateur.

"Little brother, what book do you want to buy?"

The bookstore owner is a middle-aged man who wears glasses and looks a little frail. The round frames give him an elegant temperament, but he has a good aura of friendliness towards children.

"Thank you, uncle, I'll take a look first, you don't have to worry about me."

Noah declined the bookstore owner's help. He knew what he wanted, but he also had some questions that he didn't know how to say.

……

After a long time, night was coming and the bookstore owner was about to close.

At this time, the bookstore owner remembered that Noah didn't seem to come out.

When he reached a deep corner, he saw Noah reading a book about world history.

"Children like reading books very much!"

Noah came back to his senses when he heard the store manager's voice. When he saw the door, he knew that he had been fascinated.

"I just want to know about things that interest me."

Noah shook his head and denied that he liked reading. He felt that reading was just a way for him to learn about interesting things. If there was nothing interesting for him, he would not bother reading.

"I'm sorry, uncle, but I have to close the door to disturb you."

Noah scratched the back of his head and said a little embarrassedly.

"It's okay. I was just about to close the door. I didn't know you hadn't left before. I only remembered when I closed the door."

The store manager smiled and waved his hand, indicating not to take it to heart.

"Oh, store manager, I want to buy these books."

Noah pointed to the stacks of books on the floor, nearly filling the entire back aisle.

"Uh... kid, do you want to buy so many books? Where are your adults?"

The store manager was a little embarrassed when he saw the pile of books on the ground, thinking Noah was joking.

"And kid, you have brought so many books back. In this way, you can buy one and take it home to read. Then you can come to uncle's place to read for free when you have time."

The store manager doesn't mind if someone reads a book for free, because there are very few people in this country or in this world who can calm down and read a book. He is different from ordinary bookstore owners. He doesn't mind more like-minded people. Of course, the premise is not Destroy the book.

"Thank you, uncle, but it's okay. I have money, and I have a way to transport it back."

Noah said as he took out his wallet and gave all the gold coins in the remaining bag to the store manager.

For Noah, he doesn’t mind giving more when he is happy, just treat it as a reward.

Anyway, gold coins are the least valuable to Noah. He has countless gold coins in his king's treasure. The gold coins in his wallet are just for convenience.

The store manager was a little surprised when he saw a circle of light appear in front of Noah, and then a wallet appeared in the circle.

He is considered a scholar, so of course he knows about Devil Fruit. In his eyes, Noah is undoubtedly a Devil Fruit user.

But when he saw Noah putting a pile of gold coins on his table, he was caught off guard and hurriedly said that he didn't need so many.

"It's okay, uncle. This kind of thing is very common for me. If you like it, just take it as a tip."

Noah didn't mind at all and went straight back to the aisle behind the store, summoned the King's Treasure and put the books on the floor in.

Then Noah happily waved goodbye to the store manager and ran out of the bookstore, leaving the store manager standing there at a loss as he looked at Noah's back and then at the gold coins in his hand.

Bart's house.

At this time, Barry had already returned home and was happily enjoying the food Bart brought back, with Wright by his side.

The two friends who had grown up together were now fighting for the last piece of meat like life-or-death enemies.

Just then a voice sounded.

"I am back!"

Noah came back, and Barry happily waved to Noah: "Hey, Noah, you're back! Thank you for the meal you packed, it's very delicious!"

Before Noah could respond, Barry grabbed Wright's face angrily with both hands.

"You bastard, you are so despicable that you took the last piece of meat while I was greeting Noah!"

Noah didn't know what his expression should be when he looked at it, so he could only scratch his head and laugh dryly.

"Hey, Noah, hello, I'm Wright."

At this time, Wright, who finally escaped from Barry's clutches, said hello to Noah.

"Hello, Uncle Wright! I haven't thanked you for saving me yet! If you want to eat, you can come here. I have reserved three meals for a week."

Noah also greeted Wright politely and said that he would pay for the meals for the next week.

"Great, Noah, I won't go to sea this week. I will work harder to make up for it next week, hehehehe!"

Barry shouted happily, hearing that the rice was packed, and eating such delicacies for a week, wouldn't it be a missed meal if he went to sea?

The most important thing is that he can sell the trophy given by Noah and exchange it for a lot of money. Naturally, he doesn't care about the profit from a week's sailing. And now he heard that Vic was killed by Noah, although he was a little surprised when he heard it. , but didn’t think much about it. After all, in Barry’s view, no matter how strong a person is, a knife can kill someone.