Pirate: This gunman is quite fierce

The danger is imminent.

When people face the impending danger, they often feel uneasy and can't sleep at night.

At this time, Darrow didn't know that the crisis was coming, but he couldn't sleep at night.

"No, don't leave me, Grandpa...!"

Darrow looked at Rector on the bed and was so angry that he almost jumped up from the sofa, because he suddenly found that Rector was suddenly...

"Talking in your sleep!!!?" Darrow screamed.

He really couldn't stand it. This guy got himself into such a big trouble, and he brought him back with kindness. Not only did he occupy his bed, but he was also talking in his sleep and disturbing his rest.

At this time, with the dull pain of the wound and the sound of Rector talking in his sleep on the bed, Darrow was desperate. He still had a game tomorrow.

"If I am guilty, please let God punish me, instead of letting me save people and then let others occupy my bed and talk in my sleep!"

Unfortunately, there are no gods in this world, so naturally Darrow's complaints could not be heard. He was in a mood that if he endured for a while, he would get angrier and angrier, and if he took a step back, he would lose more.

Darrow could not bear it anymore, and walked directly to the bed, and was about to throw this kid directly onto the sofa and take back his bed.

"Ah, don't..." Rector, who was sleeping, said something in his sleep.

Then he turned over, and in the process of turning over, Darrow saw the whip marks on his body and the mark of the dragon's hoof from the seam of his clothes.

"So this guy... is a runaway slave of the dragon?" Looking at Rector who was still talking in his sleep, Darrow murmured.

In his heart, he roughly understood why this guy was hunted down by the CP organization.

The seal of the dragon hoof, as the emblem of the dragons, is often branded on the slaves captured by the dragons. This impression that can never be erased will become a stain on them for life, witnessing their shame as slaves.

But as a person who traveled through time from the previous life, Darrow did not have such a class concept at all. He was also disgusted with the low-IQ scum of the dragons who were bubbling with snot. Instead, he had a great liking for a small number of slaves with a strong spirit of resistance.

"Fuck..."

Looking at the seal and then looking at Rector who was still talking in his sleep, Darrow decided that this time he would... endure it.

It took a while for Darrow to finally get used to the sound of Rector talking in his sleep. With the sound of his sleep talking, Darrow also fell asleep.

...

Dream.

It is the most authentic reflection of people's hearts, and it is also a reproduction of people's memories of the past and fantasies of the future.

In the dream.

West Sea, Boyak Island.

The climate here is pleasant and the land is fertile, which is very suitable for grape cultivation. Therefore, many famous wineries were born here, making it a veritable wine island.

The most famous of these is the Latour winery of the Latour family. The wine they brew is known as a world-famous product and is famous all over the world.

In the vineyard of the Latour winery.

"Grandpa, can these grapes be used to make wine?" A little boy with wine-red hair pointed to the grapes in front of him and said.

From the immature facial features, it can be seen that this should be Latour Rector when he was young.

"Not yet, the grapes here are not ripe yet. If you use them to make wine, they will be very sour, and you can't make good wine." Next to little Rector, a gray-haired but energetic old man said with a smile.

"Well, if we want to brew, we have to brew the best wine in the world. Grandpa's wine is the best wine in the world!" Little Rector said excitedly.

"Of course, hahaha."

The old man over fifty years old touched his beard and gave a positive answer.

This is not bragging. As the most famous winemaker on the wine island, isn't it natural for him to make the best wine in the world?

"But, there are other wines in the world. Although they are of different styles, they can also be called great wines." The old man changed the subject and spoke again.

As he spoke, the old man also recalled the time when he participated in the World Wine Competition when he was young.

He brought his most satisfactory wine to communicate with winemakers from all over the world, and finally won the honor of "the best wine in the world" with other six wines.

As the seven people who won the same honor, they also became confidants in that competition. They talked about everything. They shared wines together, exchanged winemaking experiences with each other, and became close friends.

"Yeah, I know." Little Rec nodded.

The old man said, his grandfather had told him this story countless times, so he certainly knew it very well.

"I want to be a winemaker who can make the best wine in the world in the future, and I want to taste all the good wines in the world." Little Rector clenched his fist and said with longing.

"Haha...really? This is really an amazing dream." The kind old man touched Little Rector's head with his warm palm and said with a smile.

"But, the wine shared with the best companions can be regarded as the best wine in the world."

As if he remembered the group of friends who talked about everything, or the happy times when he was young, the old man squinted his eyes and said.

...

Dreams are illogical and do not follow any timeline.

In a blink of an eye, Little Rector grew up and became a fourteen-year-old boy.

This period of time is the best memory of his life. The cicadas in the vineyard, the kites in the fields, and the singing conchs on the seashore are all the appearance of his youth.

He did not forget his childhood ambitions, and the sweat he shed in the wine cellar was turned into fine wine by this diligent boy.

Although there was still a hint of bitterness, Rector, who was only fourteen years old, was already a well-known winemaker on the island.

Until... that day.

"No, no, young master, something big happened at home."

At that time, he was in the vineyard, selecting the next batch of grapes to be used for winemaking, and the housekeeper of the family hurried over. To this day, Rector can still clearly recall the anxious look of the housekeeper when he spoke that day.

When Rector hurried home, he found that his home seemed to be holding a banquet, and the guests of the banquet were some guys with fish tanks on their heads.

Just as Rector was about to rush to the front, he was pulled into the arms of his own maid, and he could not speak because of his mouth, and could only watch the scene in front of him.

Several Celestial Dragons were sitting at the main seats of the dining table, holding several chains in their hands, and the Celestial Dragons were not sitting on chairs, but on several slaves at the other end of the chains.

My grandfather knelt on the ground trembling all over, like a prisoner waiting for his fate.

There was no way, the Celestial Dragons could do whatever they wanted.

After all, the power that overwhelmed the entire world stood behind the Celestial Dragons.

"What are the honorable adults...? What's the matter?" The old man lying on the ground said in a trembling voice.

"Old man, are you the most famous winemaker on the island?"

The Celestial Dragon Charlie Andy Saint pulled the chain on his hand, warning the restless slave on the other side, and said:

"I heard that you sold a bottle of wine at the auction a few days ago, and it happened to be bought by that guy Aner Xiali Gong."

"Ah, it seems to be the case." The old man remembered that he did send a bottle of wine to the auction house a few days ago, and said suddenly.

"Hmph, do you know how proud An'er Xiali was after getting that bottle of wine? She even said she would hold a banquet to invite everyone to taste this bottle of wine. I think she just wants to embarrass me in public."

Charliandy Saint's voice was not loud, probably because there was a fish tank on his head, but everyone could hear the anger in his words.

"So, do you have better wine than this one? Can I beat An'er Xiali's bottle of wine?"

"No... No, this wine was brewed decades ago, and the bottle sent to the auction was the best bottle of that batch of wine."

"Oh!! You mean, there is no better wine than hers!!"

Hearing this, Charlie Andy Saint seemed to have thought of An'er Xiali Gong humiliating him at the banquet a few days later. As an old enemy, how could he accept An'er Xiali being so proud?

Seeing their master so angry, the guards on the side raised their flintlocks in their hands, aimed at the old man on the ground, and pretended to shoot.

Just when the atmosphere was tense, a guy wearing a butler's uniform beside the Tianlong people walked to Charlie Andy Saint's ear with an old newspaper and said something.

"Haha, so that's how it is, this is not bad."

Hearing the butler's words, Charlie Andy Saint laughed horribly, and then threw the newspaper in front of the old man and said: "They should be world-renowned winemakers like you. Do they have better wine than the bottle in Aner Xiali Gong's hand?"

"You, follow my people, go and catch them all, and let them send me all the fine wine in their hands."

"This way I can properly blunt the sharp weapon of that guy Aner Xiali."

Rect's grandfather looked at the newspaper that was thrown in front of him. The front page was published about him and the other six winemakers

A photo of Qi Deng on the podium.

"..."

"Sir, the last time we got together was more than a decade ago. I really don't know where they are." The old man picked up the newspaper on the ground and squeezed out a hoarse voice from his throat.

The old man knew very well how unreasonable the Tianlong people were. He should be in danger after saying this.

But if he took the Tianlong people to find his friends, it would only bring disaster to them. How could he betray the friendship of decades?

That was his best friend.

Sure enough, the old man's negative answer once angered Charlie Andy Saint.

"Then what use are you!!"

After saying that, the furious Charlie Andy took out a gold-plated revolver from his arms and pulled the trigger at the old man.

"Bang."

The bullet hit the old man's left lung, and the old man's skinny body fell to the ground.

"Grandpa!"

On the other side, Rector, who saw this scene, directly broke the maid's hand, and rushed to the old man regardless of others' obstruction.

"Why...why?"

Rector knew how good the relationship between his grandfather and his friends was, and his grandfather must know the location of his close friends.

Wouldn't he not die if he just said it?

As if he understood Rector's question, feeling his vitality fading away bit by bit, the old man said in a voice that only the grandfather and grandson could hear:

"If you betray your friends, you will never be able to drink the best wine in the world again."

"One day, you will meet a partner who can trust your life, and then you will understand."

"The best wine is to be shared with your partners!" After saying this, the old man took his last breath in Rector's arms.

"Grandpa, no!"

Rect's wailing resounded throughout the winery, and he himself could not escape his tragic fate. Rect was taken back to the holy land of Mary Joa by his enemy, Charlie Andy Saint.

He became a humble slave of the Celestial Dragons.