God's Pirate

After staring at the rotten wooden plaque for a few seconds, Al had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk towards the door.

Walking to the wooden door, putting the box on his shoulders, Al raised his arm and knocked it with his fingers.

Boom.Boom.

"Who is it?" came the impatient voice of a middle-aged man.

Oh, what an attitude, you deserve to have no business! Al cursed, suppressed his emotions, and spoke calmly:

"I'm here to repair your weapons!"

"Guest? Where the hell are the guests at this time? Come in!" The middle-aged man returned slightly irritated.

Hold it, hold it, you have to believe Smoker at this time! After calming down his turbulent heart, Al opened the door and walked in.

The closed stone house was slightly dark, with only two windows serving as ventilation vents letting in sunlight. A red-hot iron stove was placed at the end of the house, and completed or unfinished weapons and armors were hung on the walls on both sides.

At this time, a middle-aged man was sitting next to the iron stove. He was holding a hammer in one hand and hammering an iron block in the other hand. He was sweating profusely but carefully hammering the iron block in front of him.

It’s not that bad! Al sighed, and he could tell from the other man's movements that he was a skilled blacksmith. Most novices would not hit the iron like this.

He gently placed the wooden box on the ground, and then subconsciously wanted to find a stool to sit on, but he looked around but didn't find any stool there! They can only sit on the wooden box and watch the other party's forging.

The blacksmith shop seemed extremely quiet at this moment, with the crackling of the fire and the hammering of the blacksmith becoming the main theme.

Ten minutes later, the middle-aged man, John, finally finished his work. He took off his gloves, looked down at it for a while, and finally nodded with satisfaction.

Then he seemed to finally remember that there was someone here, and hurriedly got up and walked towards Al.

"Ah! Sorry. The guest kept you waiting for a long time." He scratched his head and looked at Al with an apologetic look.

I don't know whether it was because he got a piece of high-quality iron essence or because he appreciated Al's silent waiting, but his tone finally became gentle.

Al looked up and down. He was of medium build, wearing a stained coat, with a lush beard and long brown hair. The beard that had not been taken care of for a long time looked extremely messy.

"Qiang." Then he stood up, Al pulled out Bai Yuan from his waist and held it upside down in his hand, saying with a smile: "Nothing, this is what it should be! Just help me look at this knife, and you can modify the armor." ?"

"Okay." Blacksmith John took the weapon, looked at it up and down for a while, and then flicked it with his finger.

He thought for a while, carefully selected his words and said:

"This knife is a good knife, but it seems to have been used to cut something hard recently. The blade has been slightly curled, and it seems to have become dull because it has not been maintained for a long time. However, there are no problems. It can be fixed in the afternoon."

After a pause, he continued to ask:

"Armor? Let me take a look there."

After receiving a positive answer, Al nodded with satisfaction, and then pointed to the wooden box.

Just when Al was about to take out the armor, John couldn't wait to rush forward.

He opened the wooden box with skillful hands and feet. Without even looking at the Baileys stacked on top, he directly picked up the golden armor below and inspected it.

What a good blacksmith! Al, who was watching this scene, nodded.

At this time, John was deftly taking apart the armor, and the armor was immediately torn apart. If it weren't for the shiny golden skin, Al would have doubted whether he used magic to turn the armor into dried tofu.

"Guest, is there something missing from this armor? There seems to be a missing weapon here." John asked doubtfully, holding an armor part in his hand.

I forgot that Al's heart suddenly trembled, but he said expressionlessly:

"Weapons don't matter! As long as they can be defended"

"That's it. I'll just melt him. This armor is a bit too big for you to wear. Do you need me to make it smaller?" John asked as he put down the parts.

"No, this is not for me to wear. On the contrary I need you to make it looser."

"Okay, but there will be some cracks if the material is not enough. If the person who wants to wear it can come directly, it will be better after it is specially made."

"No need, just be able to defend yourself from big objects. He's about two and a half meters tall. He's tall and tall. Just follow this standard."

There was no other way. When Al originally offered to give it to him, Garou looked disgusted and wanted to refuse. In the end, he couldn't resist Al and nodded in agreement. However, he refused to come and said he wanted to exercise on the ship.

"So how much does it cost?" Al asked with a chuckle as his chin pointed at Bailey on the wooden box.

"No, you just need to provide me with food and materials. This is my rule. Isn't it strange that the person who introduced you didn't say that?" John continued to fiddle with the parts of the armor without raising his head.

Hearing John's words, Al's smile froze, and he inadvertently thought of Smoker's words in his mind. "Go there and tell him that I introduced you!"

Did he think I spent all the money? So introduce me to this place? You made me travel so far and wait for a long time, just for this?

Al laughed dryly, and then asked: "So, how long will it take?"

"This armor is very hard. It will take about a month to modify it as you said." John knocked on the armor and replied casually.

"Is that so? I plan to pick it up in a month and a half. Can you help me get the knife first? But I can't deliver the food every day. Can I give you Bailey?" After thinking for a few seconds, Al asked in a deep voice. .

After all, he can't stay here for a month, right?

"No! This is the rule!" John refused in an extremely firm voice, and then he added, "But you can just buy some bread that can be stored for a longer time."

Can bread with a longer shelf life be kept for a month? Aren't you afraid of eating bad food? You are really a stubborn blacksmith even if you don’t want money. Al couldn’t help but curse.

He had no choice but to pick up Bailey and walk towards the door.

When I came back again, my hands were full of bread, milk and other food with a long shelf life, and I spent 10 Baileys to order two months of food delivery service from a nearby restaurant.

What’s interesting is that when the boss heard that he was going to send it to John’s Blacksmith Shop, he looked like he had eaten shit and stared at Al, but it was hard to take back what he had promised. In the end, I could only charge an additional 5 yuan of mental damage fee out of resentment.

This is the place where a generation of legends passed away, this is where dreams begin, and this is where the great pirate era begins.

This is the center of Rogge Town! Execution platform!

The scorching sun at noon was high, mercilessly burning the lives below.

A dense crowd of people gathered in the huge square. Their eyes were all abnormally focused on the execution platform in the center, and they kept talking.