God's Pirate

Night falls. The Orange House shrouded in darkness was a little more profound compared to the calmness of the afternoon.

Huh, huh. Al's nose began to twitch as a tantalizing scent enveloped the cabin.

Well, is dinner ready? He leaned back on the chair and struggled to open his eyes, but his trembling eyelids kept discouraging him from doing so.

never mind! Just go on to sleep! He shrank down and planned to continue falling asleep.

But at this moment!

Gollum!Gollum!

There was a loud protest from the tortured belly. After all, he hadn't eaten all day.

"Pfft, get up if you wake up! Really, you can sleep as long as you want!" Nami covered her mouth with her left hand and said with a smile.

Amidst the temptation of delicious food and the groan of his stomach, Al opened his eyes, smiled awkwardly and said:

"Are you coming back? Nami!"

"I've been back for a long time. It's just that you were sleeping and didn't realize it." Nami said as she began to place the dishes on the dining table.

At this time, Nuo Qigao came over carrying a pot of steaming food, placed it in the center of the dining table, and said with a smile:

"Okay, okay, now that you're awake, let's have something to eat! We're all ready. Nami made this specially for you, so you have to be responsible."

Al agreed casually, and then muttered in his heart: That's very considerate! Did Nami make it directly in front of me? I don’t know how it tastes!

Then he quickly glanced at the food below. I saw the dishes brought by Nokia in the center, and three or four dishes scattered beside it.

Well, it's quite rich. Oranges boiled with vegetables, stir-fried oranges, orange soup, etc. It’s all oranges! Is there nothing else? For example, meat, meat. The corners of his mouth twitched, and Al frantically cursed the food in front of him.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, just then.

"Come and have a taste, I prepared this specially for you!" Nami held a piece of cooked orange meat in her hand and stared at Al with her eyes.

Wait, can I say no? This looks decidedly unpalatable! Reason reminded Al frantically. But looking at the anticipation in Nami's eyes, she felt soft and said:

"Then, try?"

Immediately, he opened his mouth and ate the orange flesh from Nami's hand. The first thing that bloomed on the tip of his tongue was the unique sour taste of the orange, which turned into sweetness when it flowed into his throat.

Hey, it tastes okay. It would be better if there was meat. While eating, Al evaluated the food in front of him.

Suddenly, a sharp and irritating smell filled his throat. He turned his head suddenly and coughed violently.

puff.

He spit out all the food in his mouth, stretched out his tongue, and said with a painful look on his face:

"Nami, how much chili powder did you put in it?"

"Why, what? It's only five or six spoons. I heard that adding chili pepper would make it taste better, so I put more." Nami explained hurriedly.

As if she had thought of it, she immediately picked up a piece of green vegetables and said confidently:

"Come, try this, this dish must be delicious!"

Glancing at the green vegetables in front of him, Al could clearly see that there was undissolved sea salt on them with Al's eyesight.

As if he saw poison, the dark cooking made the corners of his mouth twitch, and he said seriously with a straight face:

"No, I'm full."

No, absolutely can’t eat it! I don’t know how much salt was put in this. If I eat it, I might have my death anniversary next year. Al cursed the "poison" in front of him while his thoughts were divergent.

If Nami is allowed on board, she might occupy the kitchen without a professional chef. What should I do?

No, this kind of thing must not be allowed to happen!

Tomorrow, yes, just tomorrow I will find a chef!

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, and his face fell.

Tomorrow is the time they agreed to set off, and there is no time to find a chef. Which means before the next island. He might have to endure Nami's dark cooking.

Rogue Town, I am definitely looking for a chef in Rogue Town.

At this moment, his eyes became firm, and his desire to find a chef was stronger than ever!

"Pfft, I knew it would be like this." A chuckle came. Just as Al was lost in thought, Nokigao came over again carrying two plates of dishes.

As if she had known that such a scene would happen, she chuckled and said:

"Come on, try it! I made this. Although it's not that delicious, it can still fill your stomach."

Gulu.

After taking a look, he saw that it was still an orange. Al wanted to refuse, but the scream from his stomach made him swallow the words that reached his throat.

Pick up a piece, put it in your mouth and chew it carefully, tilting your head to be ready to spit it out at any time.

Hey, not bad. Al's eyes lit up, and he quickly began to taste the orange feast in front of him.

Watching Al devouring his food, Nami showed a frustrated expression on her face, sighed and said:

"Looks like it still doesn't work. I will definitely make it delicious next time!"

No, I think what we should think about is to find a more reliable chef! Al decisively refused in his heart.

As if she thought of something, Nami showed a flattering smile on her face:

"Lord Al, can I ask you a favor?"

You, what do you want to do! Al glanced at Nami and suddenly became wary and said:

"what's up?"

"Can you give a few more of that power called favor? It would be best if everyone in the village had it." Nami asked with an unchanging smile.

What, you want my life? You alone have made me like this! Ichimura stretched out his hand to wipe away the non-existent cold sweat, thought for a while and said seriously:

"No, I can apply up to three more now. I have two that I plan to give to others. If you want, I can give you another one."

"But let's talk in advance. This ability does not make you powerful immediately, it is just a catalyst. The reason why you can have that kind of power is because you have skills! But most people can't develop skills. And if it’s just a whiteboard and can’t be updated, it’s meaningless, and it’s just like a stronger person.”

"How could this happen?" Nami said dejectedly as her dream was shattered.

"Catalyst?" Nokigao chewed the word silently and nodded thoughtfully.

She learned about this power from Nami, but she has always been curious. Just a tattoo can make ordinary people beat fish-men. That kind of power is too scary!

Of course, this is just because she didn't know the existence of Devil Fruit. Those weird and terrifying fruits can wreak havoc on fish-men even if they are just eaten.

Al took a bite of the orange flesh in his hand, and then asked:

"How about it, do you still want it?"

"Yes, why not! Even a little bit will improve, and it will always bring them some strength." Nami clenched her fist and waved it in the air, gritting her teeth.

"So, who are you going to give it to?" Al asked casually.