[Pirates] Intelligence dealers don't sell cute

With a bang, I locked the door of the study room and blocked the aquatic plants that searched for food in the refrigerator from the outside. I didn't want to wait for him to use his oily claws to commemorate our blueprints!Besides, work needs to be quiet!

After a little tidying up, an open space was vacated, an easel was set up, and all kinds of tools were arranged neatly.

"Lesson is over." I wiped my hands and sat upright, while the cat was still studying Redforth hanging on the wall, so that I began to wonder: Is its sense of existence higher than mine? up? !

"Sister Klauen, did you draw this yourself? What a handsome pirate ship!" She was admiring.

"Well, of course." I slowly sharpened the pencil.

"What is this meow? A bug meow?" When I saw that she was pointing at the domineering dragon head, I almost choked to death on my own saliva.

"No, no, that's a dragon... It's a very domineering fantasy creature. Although it's a bit abstract, you can still tell by the horns on its head and the pattern on its neck..." I was very helpless.

I asked Shanks the same way back then. At that time, everyone spewed beer that they didn't have time to swallow, and coughed one after another.And Shanks was laughed again by the other crew members.In fact, many people took Shanks's domineering prow as a grotesque bug with horns.And Shanks laughed and explained tirelessly, he probably felt that this unforgivable mistake could never continue, probably so.

"Then why is it black and white meow? Could it be my sister who is lazy to color it meow?" She asked another embarrassing question without knowing it, and I intentionally ignored the gleaming word "lazy".

"Because it's a corpse that's dead and buried in memory." With a pencil in my mouth, I pulled the cat over, who was completely intoxicated, and smiled. "Isn't black and white the best match?"

"However, my sister's drawing looks like a photo." She held her face in her hands, not planning to practice at all. "That's great, I can't draw a picture like this."

"Huh?" I stopped and looked at the somewhat disappointed look on her face.

"I only paint unreal paintings with imaginary colors, and I am always ridiculed that they are not paintings at all." She lowered her eyes and stared at the floor.

"What kind of painting to draw is up to you." I smiled and patted her on the head, pretending that I didn't notice the aquatic plants lying outside the door drinking beer and eavesdropping. "For example, if I am an information dealer by profession, then I must draw all the information I see that can be used on paper, without any imagination and embellishment."

"So, I also unknowingly lost my imagination." I calmed down and sketched the coffee pot on the bookcase, with a slight wry smile on my lips, "My profession, what I saw and heard, all Want me to embrace the realistic and rational world full of blades." Before the words fell, there was a popping sound at the door...

=_= It’s a rare time for me to be sensational, water grass, why can’t you give me some face? ! !

"So, Betty, just do what you like the most, and don't care what other people think, because you don't live for them." I made a conclusion pretending to be deep, and the sound of wiping on the door made me unbearable. "Shuicao, can you please come in in a fair manner?!" With a thud, it was obvious that he fell down, and he also splashed beer on my door... because I saw what seemed to be flowing in through the crack of the door. Unidentified beer...

After opening the lock, Aquatica was explaining embarrassingly: "Actually, uh, that, I just... just passing by, uh, that's all..."

"Yes, yes, I know you didn't eavesdrop on purpose at all, you just overheard, right?" I twitched my eyes, wiped the door with a tissue, checked his hands were clean before dragging him in, right Be an auditor.

"Draw this coffee pot," I said kindly to Betty, while Waterweed sat on the bench quietly drinking beer with an obedient (fake!!) face.Betty's face showed confusion, so I added, "Draw it as you are good at and like it."

"Well," she nodded, regaining some confidence.

The sketch was done quickly, and I admired it for a while, then crumpled it up and threw it into the wastebasket without hesitation.Fortunately, the water grass has swallowed a sip of beer, otherwise, judging by his expression, I'm afraid he will spray it on my easel.Betty was also surprised.

"Why throw it away?" She stopped the brush.

"Because I have no place to put it, so I had to put it in the trash can." I shrugged, biting my pencil and thinking about what to draw next.

"Bitting on a pencil will lead to lead poisoning." Aquaica crushed the soda can in her hand, threw it into the trash can with a smart wave of her hand, and criticized me seriously.

"Pencils are made of graphite and have no lead." I gave him a deep look.

"Eh?" He was stunned, his long eyelashes fluttering, and his deep purple eyes were full of surprise and bewilderment.

"Hey, don't you even have this bit of common sense?" I despised him deeply again.

"...cough cough, the weather is fine today, I want to go for a walk, exercise my muscles or something... After all, I haven't fought for a few days... This is not conducive to exercise..." He looked up at the sky (flowers board...), with an innocent face.

"Go, go, remember to bring the little phone bug. And as long as you don't wander into the naval station by the way, I guess Sakalski is very popular recently." I put down my pencil and walked out of the trash can full of paper balls. He took out the deformed can, solemnly placed it on the table, and started the second sketch.

"Well...then I'm leaving." He took my comb, carefully combed the beautiful and enviable blond hair, put on the handle of the sickle like a metal glove, and buckled the blue and white striped mask on his head before leaving First, organize your image meticulously.

"Go away! Idiot aquatic plants!" I threw the eraser over, but the target aquatic plant gentleman did not dodge in a hurry. After the eraser slammed on the door, he picked it up and hit my head gracefully with a wave of his hand.

Are you taking revenge on me for hitting you on Wind Island? ?You really hold a grudge, right? !You haven't forgotten at all, have you? ! !

"It's dangerous, isn't it? He's going to fight!" Betty flicked her pen excitedly and stood up.

"It's okay." I smiled calmly and continued to draw.

"Aren't sister worried about brother meow?" Her little fists were clenched tightly.

"Don't be so dumb, he's actually very strong, Betty, don't you know? His nickname is 'Killing Warrior'." I sketched again, lying on the easel to bask in the sun.I'm not in the mood anymore, I don't want to draw anymore.

"Killing warriors?" She tilted her head with a puzzled expression.

"Actually, to put it bluntly, he is just a bad guy." I said seriously, "So Betty, you must not learn from him."

"Hmm~ Betty wants to be a good kid's meow~" The abnormal meow gave me goosebumps...

[After Kraun drank four bottles of Rum]

"Drawn~" Betty stretched, took off the painting and handed it to me.

She used the light rendered in watercolor to outline the corner of the bookcase. Brown paint and light wood grain together create a warm atmosphere.The watercolor gradually bleeds on the paper, like waves with a sense of layering.All in all, it is a painting that makes people feel very comfortable.Because there is no sharp edges and corners of reality, on the contrary, because of giving up the reality, there is no sharp and tingling feeling, just like sweet toffee, rich and soothing.

"It's really good..." I was a little fascinated.

"Eh? Is that so?" She looked extremely happy, jumping for my approval and appreciation.

"It seems that there is very little I can teach you." I was a little bit lost, maybe I can't be a qualified teacher?

"Then give me some rewards~" Her small eyes were shining, and she knew that she hadn't made a good idea.

"What do you want?" I patted her head.

"I want to hear a story!" She quickly ran to pour me a cup of Rum and made herself a cup of milk tea.Then he handed me the cup to please me.

"What story?" I took the glass unceremoniously, afraid of getting drunk, and drank slowly.

"Information dealers... For example, what kind of people do you meet? Are there any interesting ones?" She shook her legs.

"This..." I rubbed my long red hair, turned my head to look at the greenery of the big trees outside the window and the pedestrians on the street in the distance, and the housewives who just came out of the supermarket with large bags of fresh ingredients, talking about dinner A family of three, a spoiled little daughter, a stray cat suddenly running across the road, a homeless man drunk on the street, a navy patrolling with a gun...

"Hmm... I met a red-haired hedgehog last time..." I smiled and began to reveal Kidd's old background...

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Kira finally stopped in front of the payphone bug, picked up the receiver, and dialed a few numbers with his slender index finger.

"Hello, this is the Christian Hotel." A mechanically polite female voice.

"Check to see if there is any message in Room 202." Kira didn't use honorifics, but ordered the same tone.

"Please wait... Sorry, there is no message in room 202."

"Is that so..." Kira hung up the phone, seemingly relieved.

A few shadows that had been dormant for a long time came out of the corner, and Kira quickly made a defensive posture.

"Hey, isn't this the famous hired killer KILLER?" The leading bounty hunter stretched out his tongue and licked the blade. "You seem to have been offered a reward of 7000 million Baileys recently, which is really a good amount."

Kira twirled the scythe silently. For such an opponent, there is no need to say much, as long as the sword is facing each other.

"It's really arrogant, killing warriors." The other party got a little angry, and called his subordinates to swarm up and surrounded Kira.

The wind was blowing under Kira's feet, and he avoided the blades cut by the enemy from all directions at an extremely fast speed, and swung the knife to fight back...

【After a few minutes】

After easily solving the mess, Kira wiped the blood on the mask with his sleeve, glanced at the sinking sunset, and silently disappeared into the street with the blood-stained sickle.

"It's time to go home..."

The author has something to say: I am sorry for Minasan...

Modifications are finally more satisfactory.

In short, we will try to write as much as possible~ On the premise of concentrating on dealing with Mr. Zuoye~~

Speaking of it, I think the last line of Shuicao is the warmest~~

Ah, by the way, my generation is actually a star who is incompetent in painting... Many times I have to rely on Du Niang...

It's obviously fabricated out of thin air, but I still have to write it with a nose and eyes! !It can be repaired! !

Speaking of which, one afternoon, when we were looking for something and wanted to crash to death, we suddenly thought of:

It would be great if I also have the knowledge and knowledge of the daughter of the Wa family, Crane... It's very convenient to find things!

But speaking of it, the color of knowledge is really going to be used to hide from the teacher during self-study! !

This is the essence of knowledge and color! !

Ahhh, SHIT!! I forgot one thing! ! !

Speaking of room 202, this is a secret~~ [Proud]

The reason why it is 202 is because Mr. Shuicao’s birthday is on February 2nd~~

(For Minasan, you can go to Du Niang Encyclopedia~)

But really good 2...

Luckily it’s not February 2nd…