Pirates: I am the devil

Chapter 61 Carrying a knife but not an umbrella on a rainy night

With the death of Capone and his son, this long-lasting fight gradually came to an end.

Sirens never expected that the father-son fratricide that he had casually planned would have a different ending because of an old gladiator.

Clearly according to his plan, the out-of-control father would beat up his son first, and then the out-of-control son would beat up the father who had a "heart attack".

Let the father and son be entangled in counterattack and defense, and constantly waver between injury and harm, and let them experience the pain of being caught between kindness and filial piety.

As a result, before the scene of the son killing his father could be staged, an old man suddenly appeared and killed the man without saying a word, using his favorite method of killing people with the gourd-like piercing method.

In fact, Sirens discovered from the beginning that this old man was not like other slave gladiators who took advantage of the gang infighting to escape. Instead, he looked murderous and killed his way from the arena to the audience seats.

Following the principle of revenge when revenge is needed and complaints when complaints are made, Sirens did not stop the man from taking revenge and even helped him when he was about to be beaten to death by Capone Torrio.

But after that, things started to go a little wrong.

After killing his two arch enemies, the old gladiator staggered forward two steps, looking for his position with a pair of eyes that were obviously beginning to wander, and then knelt down on one knee with difficulty but determination.

With a "thump", he didn't kneel firmly and his body tilted and he fell down.

When he fell to the ground, his head hit the steps and he was knocked unconscious.

Sirens looked at the old gladiator lying on the ground, breathing more than he inhaled, and always felt that the other party did not simply want to say thank you to him.

But there is something more important that I want to tell him.

Unfortunately, he was injured too badly and bled too much, and fainted before he could finish his words.

If you leave it alone, it will probably run out of gas after a while.

However, this dinner party and the arena obviously did not consider providing medical treatment to the guests or slave gladiators.

Sirens did not have a magical bandage that could keep him alive no matter how serious his injuries were, and allow him to fight another 300 rounds after a few days of rest.

So, it seems that this old gladiator has no way out.

"Brother, I'm full."

Behind him, Robin, who had barely finished a large plate of food, wiped his mouth with a napkin, half turned around and grabbed the back of the chair, looking at him with his delicate and cute little face, as if asking him if he was done.

"Oh, let's go then."

Sirens withdrew his gaze and no longer paid attention to the dying old gladiator.

He was a man of conscience, but not much.

Whether the old gladiator wanted him to save the slaves captured by the gang, or wanted to tell him something about the "great treasure" of the Capone family in return, it had nothing to do with him.

But when he turned around and prepared to take Robin away, the old gladiator who was lying on the ground suddenly uttered a few words that were almost like a muttering, which were barely audible. This succeeded in causing him to pause for a moment.

"Rose... Your Highness..."

These four words are like a key that opens the lock that seals a certain memory in my mind.

After hesitating for a second, Sirens raised his hand and summoned the evil fire chain, pulled down the curtain not far away, and wrapped the bloody old gladiator tightly.

"Let's go."

Cyrus took Robin's hand and led her out of the banquet hall where the strong smell of blood could already be smelled.

"Brother, don't you want to eat something?"

Robin looked back curiously at the "Flower Roll" hanging in the air by a chain, but couldn't make out anything.

One can only vaguely make out that it is a humanoid creature.

"Brother just had some appetizers and will have the main course soon."

As they approached the castle gate, Sirens picked up the large black umbrella hanging on the wall, leaned over, picked up Robin from the ground, and let her sit on his arms:
"But the way of eating I'm talking about may not be what you think. It's a little wild, so don't be scared."

"Ah?" The little girl held Siren's shoulders, with a look of confusion on her delicate face. Just as she was about to ask what kind of wildness it was, she heard a loud "bang" at the gate, and the heavy iron door of the Capone family castle in front of her fell down.

The sudden noise frightened the little girl so much that she trembled and almost fell down. In panic, she subconsciously hugged Sirens' neck with both hands.

While keeping her balance, she looked up and saw several figures of different sizes looming in the smoke and dust.

Some are as thin as a stick, like a lanky ghost, some are fat and strong like a muscular giant, and some are petite and delicate like a young child...

boom--

Thunder surged in the sky, illuminating the dark night in an instant.

In the moment when it seemed as bright as day, several figures, some squatting, some standing, and some sitting, were cast on the castle wall, as if they were warning everyone -

This road is prohibited from passing and flying!

The dust and smoke raised by the castle gate was quickly extinguished by the rain, revealing the true appearance of the person who came in.

Blocking the castle gate were five masked men in white suits and long white trench coats.

The leader was also the one who spoke. He was about three meters tall, wearing a white top hat and a mask on his face that was a clown with a half-crying, half-laughing face.

The drizzle of rain soaked the long windbreakers of the masked men in white. The hems of their clothes fluttered in the cold wind, revealing the swords at their waists.

The body wrapped in the curtain was lowered steadily, and the evil fire chains broke apart bit by bit, leaving only the spotted puppy to watch over it.

Cyrus walked slowly into the rain holding Robin in his arms. Raindrops fell on the waterproof fabric of the umbrella and shattered into countless tiny water droplets.

Eyes as dark as the night sky watched with interest the guys in front of them who were good at posing just by looking at their postures:
"It's a rainy night and you're carrying a knife but no umbrella. It looks like it's going to be a fierce battle tonight."

A cold wind blew by, blowing the drizzle sideways.

The tall man wearing the Yin-Yang clown mask spoke in a deep voice, his voice hoarse as if he had throat cancer:

“Quetzal Sirens, Nico Robin.

There are some sins that need to be settled, please come with us."

As soon as he finished speaking, the four people who had their heads bowed behind him raised their heads at the same time, and the eyes of their strange-looking masks revealed cruel and ferocious light.

The four men in white standing on the city wall silently displayed their weapons, ready to guard against the target escaping from the air at any time.

"Heh, you are indeed the strongest lackey under the Celestial Dragons. You showed up so quickly."

Sirens smiled contemptuously and kept walking forward.

The evil fire chain wrapped around the umbrella handle, and he stretched out his other hand to press Robin's little head onto his shoulder:
"The following scene is not suitable for children. You can close your eyes and take a nap first."

"I'm not afraid." Robin muttered softly, but still obediently followed his strength, rested his head on his broad shoulders, and closed his eyes tightly.

The little girl is very self-aware. As a burden, she just needs to be obedient and not cause trouble for her brother Sirens.

“Tap tap tap tap—”

The soft-soled leather shoes stepped on the ground, splashing the rain water that had accumulated in the gaps between the bricks and stones.

Sirens walked step by step towards the CP0 agents who were still posing, his eyes gradually turning scarlet.

The right hand hangs down with the five fingers spread out.

The rich blood color spread along his torso to his right arm, and gradually gathered into a black gold hilt. The moment he held it in his hand, the crimson light was mixed with dots of deep black.

A pitch-black sword blade surrounded by scarlet and blood-colored patterns gradually took shape. The extremely sharp blade easily cut through the ground, and the scorching heat evaporated all the water along the way.

"I'm going to take her away today. I'll see who has the guts to stop me."

The next chapter may be in the afternoon. I have relatives coming to visit, so I was busy buying groceries and cooking early in the morning and had no time to write. The worst thing is that the keyboard that has been with me for five years was disconnected last night, and I just ordered a new one...

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