I reached the top of Pirates

Chapter 189 188. Luck, Intelligence and Going to Sea!

"Don't we want anything else here?" Yamato said with a smile.

"Just pack away the things you need for eating and sleeping, and leave the rest to those who are destined to meet you."

Messer shook his head.

Xiong Bao was speechless and said, "So casual."

After a while.

Xiong Bao stood at the entrance of the cave and transformed into a pterosaur, the god of wind. Messer and the other two climbed up easily.

Spread your wings and fly high.

call.
The wind howled.

Xiong Bao quickly flew into the sky, found the right direction, and flew towards a place.

time flies.

When it gets dark.

Xiong Bao came to the rainy land with familiarity.

They swooped down from the sky into a ruin in the city and landed on the ground together.

Changes to panda form.

He sniffed the air, narrowed his eyes, and smiled:

“Is this what it’s like to be human?”

"It still smells like dog."

Yamato also followed suit and sniffed.

Messer pulled Eri over and chuckled:

"Remember, don't play with fools, you'll be contagious.

let's go. "

Eri blinked her eyes and said with a sweet smile on her face:

"Okay brother."

Yamato puffed up his face in displeasure.

A group of four walked into the night market in Yudi. The aroma of food and the bustling crowds swept across the two streets.

It was late at night, in a high-end hotel.

Moses looked at them in the room and said, "I'm going to go find someone to play with. You guys take a rest first."

"Okay. Go ahead. I'm tired too. I'm going to take a bath."

"Okay, brother. Yamato-nee, we'll be together."

"Yeah. Bear, go have a good sleep. It's been a while since I've had a good sleep."

Moses smiled and left the inn.
Walking on the still bustling street, we soon arrived at the center of the city.

Mercer looked at the vast yellow and green building in front of him, with a huge golden banana crocodile on top.

Moses went in.

As soon as we entered, the place suddenly became crowded and extremely noisy.

As soon as I came in, a bunny girl waitress came out to greet me with a bright smile on her face.

"Sir, is this your first time to come to our Rain Feast?
We have a roulette wheel, cards, dice, slot machines, and other fun games. The chips are here. We have four types of chips: white, green, yellow, and black. They represent amounts of one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand, and one hundred thousand respectively. Which one do you need?"

The waitress looked at Mercer with sparkling eyes and thought to herself: This man has a really good temperament. Could he be the son of some noble? It would be even better if there could be further development between them.

Moses thought to himself, what if I say I have no money? What if I say I can lend you a thousand berries and I can pay you back later if I make money?
Looking at her staring at him without blinking, her face flushed.

Mercer took out his wallet from his pocket, took out a small stack of Baileys, and chuckled:

"Three yellow and two black."

The waitress blinked her moist eyes, looking like seafood just out of the pot, and said with a smile:
"Okay, this way."

Messer followed him to the counter. He had no intention of playing at first, but thinking that it would be a jerk not to make money, he decided to just consider it as some pocket money for Eiry.

Anyway, I can cheat.

He quickly took the chips and turned away as the waitress looked helpless.

The seafood is good, but it's not what I like. If I don't like it, there's no need to try it.

Moses did not like gambling.

So just play the simplest one.

Guess the dice size.

There is a limited payout range behind the big and small numbers. If you win, you get multiple payouts, and if you lose, you get multiple payouts. The rules are simple and easy to understand.

Either you get rich overnight, or your whole family goes to the crematorium.

easy to understand.

Come to the dice table.

But in Messi's opinion, most of them play with 100% odds.

"big big big"

"Little Little Little"

"Opening~, 1, 3, 4~, 8 o'clock~"

Some are happy and some are crying.

Some people go all in with one move and lose everything with another.

Someone left and Moses entered.

At this time, a new round begins again.

The dealer smiled mysteriously, shook the dice cup in his hand, and with a snap, the dice cup fell onto the gambling table:

“Buy and leave!!!”

Mercer sat at the table and didn't notice any cheating by the dealer. He casually threw the yellow round chip worth 10,000 Baileys at the position of small - ten times odds.

Good luck.

This one is small.

Messier got back eleven chips.

Big, big, small, small.

Ten rounds in a row, all-in.

There are piles of chips in front of you.

There was a flash of interest in his eyes, and a subtle frequency fluctuation of his own fortune, which only he could perceive, became active.

Amusement flashed in Messer's eyes.

Cultivation is everywhere.

A moment later, there were chips worth tens of millions of Baileys in front of him. Because Messi played all-in every time, the dealer opposite him had turned pale and cold sweat could not stop flowing from his forehead.

Fear, tension, and anxiety!
"Big or small?"

The gamblers around him looked at Messiah excitedly, waiting for his bet.

The crowd's following of the trend makes the fortunes around them even more volatile.

The corners of Messer's mouth curled up. This time he did not put all his chips in. Instead, he only took out one tenth of his chips and put them into the small-ten times odds area.

The gamblers who were so excited about winning didn't notice it and all went all in.

The next moment, Mercer clearly saw the dealer secretly flip a switch, and the dice in the dice cup flipped gently.

"Big!!! How is that possible? This is impossible."

"Fuck, I'm going to die."

"God damn it, it's cheating."

There were bursts of ghostly howling sounds, which were the sounds made by gamblers who had lost everything.

There was no intention of paying any attention to them.

They didn't dare to cause trouble.

At this time, the ups and downs of fortune also became more drastic because of one's own loss.

Moses raised his brows slightly and thought to himself:
"It seems that regardless of winning or losing, or whether there are external forces intervening, fortunes are constantly changing under various influences."

Mercer felt that his understanding of fate had become more profound.

His fingers moved in the air, as if they could move invisible strings. In the dealer's opinion, Mercer just couldn't believe that he would lose, but there was no real feeling in his hands.

Fate is as mysterious as ever.

It is more obscure than all the concepts I have understood before.

The corners of Messer's mouth curled up, and he was even more interested now.

If you want to reject it, welcome it.

I understand this.

Then I will chase you like a storm and force you into a corner. After a long time, you will naturally be unable to resist.

The old gamblers go and the new come.

Messer continued to play.

time flies.

The dealer seemed to have grasped some trick. Whenever he lost an unacceptable amount of money, he would secretly make some money back to ensure that he did not make any major mistakes.

Every time Messier seemed to be losing miserably, in fact, the chips on the table were accumulating at a slow pace.

The entire gaming table.

A new crop of leeks.

But only Moses and the dealer remained.

at last,

Mercer sensed that the fortunes around him had become smoother and no longer fluctuated so much. He was slightly stunned and a little confused.

Could it be that luck has a cooling down period?

Or is it that I tease her too frequently?
I can't figure it out, but it seems to make some sense.

Moses stopped playing.

He raised his hand to call a waiter over and pointed to the piles of yellow and black chips in front of him.

"Exchange all the chips here for Bailey."

The waitress stared at Messer blankly. Messer raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't you have any cash here?"

Seeing Moses' dissatisfaction, the waitress looked embarrassed and shook her head quickly, saying only:
"I'm sorry, I've never seen a customer win so many Baileys at once. I can't carry it all by myself, I'll find a colleague."

After a while.

Messi took over two brand new suitcases, with a total value of 230 million peles.

Presumably, it is a drop in the bucket for Crocodile. Yes, this casino is Crocodile's money laundering den.

Moses glanced at the waiter and said:

"Go tell your boss that an old friend is here to see him."

The waiter looked confused and said hesitantly:
"I'm sorry sir, I'm not qualified to see our boss. Only the supervisor is qualified to see him."

"Tsk, the score is well arranged." Messer's Observation Haki spread out, sensing Crocodile on the top floor. The next moment, his eyes were filled with dissatisfaction. Although Crocodile did not have Observation Haki, it did not mean that he could not sense the unpleasant feeling of being seen through.

In past battles.

This feeling is extremely familiar.

A wisp of wind and sand followed the perception.

Then he sensed the figure of Messer in the Rain Banquet Hall.

There was a daze in his eyes.

How did this evil star get here?

Messer said calmly:
"Won't you let me go up and have a cup of tea?"

The waiter looked helpless and had no idea what to say.

Just as I was about to speak, the telephone at the counter rang. After the call was connected, a deep, hoarse voice rang out:

"Bring him up."

The waiter was startled again. He had heard this voice before. It was a very charming and magnetic voice. It belonged to the boss.

After a while.

Mercer came to an elegantly decorated box, and the night breeze slowly blew in from the window.

He placed the two suitcases on the table, sat on the sofa, and looked at the man opposite him with slicked-back hair, wearing a brown shirt, black trousers, black leather shoes, and smoking a cigar.

When it comes to showing off, he has a firm grasp of it.

Crocodile looked at Messier coldly and said with an unhappy look:

"Why don't you find a place to hide and show up here so brazenly? World Government agents often hang out here."

Because of this bastard, those CP agents thought they were connected to him, so they often appeared here secretly.

Even some of my own actions became troublesome.

Moses smiled and shook his head, “Didn’t you tell them my name and appearance?
When did our relationship become so good? How come I didn't know you, Crocodile, were someone who would repay a favor with such a generous gesture?

There was a flash of displeasure in his eyes.

"Tell me, what do you want to talk to me about? I'm very busy now and don't have time to deal with you."

Looking at the two suitcases with Bailey's own trademark logo on the table, Messi couldn't help but look even more unhappy.

"You've won quite a bit, haven't you?"

"Not bad, not bad. I'm giving you face. Your men cheated me in front of me and stole half of my Baileys. I didn't destroy the casino on the spot because of your face.

I've been very kind to you. You owe me a favor."

Crocodile's mouth twitched, but he had nothing to refute.

"Did you come here to ask me for Bailey?"

Messer chuckled and shook his head:
"No, I came to ask you about the latest news on the sea. Shichibukai-sama should know something interesting, right?"

"During the time you were gone, the Seven Warlords of the Sea were completed. That Mihawk, a fishman, and a foul-mouthed guy named Donquixote Doflamingo filled the last position of the Seven Warlords of the Sea."

Messi raised his eyebrows slightly. This guy didn't lie, but was this a test?

This information has long been circulating on the sea.

"Tell me something practical. I know those things."

Crocodile raised his eyebrows slightly. It seems that this guy is not isolated from the world and has not been hiding in the desert all the time.

That’s right. Crocodile’s men accidentally discovered that Messer and his four companions appeared in the capital, Arubana, a year ago. So, he wondered if this guy had been hiding in the desert to avoid being pursued by the Celestial Dragons.

Although I don't know why there is no bounty on this guy.

Even Mihawk was a little overwhelmed by being chased by the navy during that time, and was eventually beaten up by Admiral Aokiji and several vice admirals. If he hadn't suddenly met Red-Haired Shanks in the Grand Line, he might have been in a miserable state.

Yes, the Navy has had a massive job promotion since Fisher Tiger was killed.

Aokiji, Akainu, and Kizaru.

The three generals will be completed.

The Navy has entered a new era of the three admirals: blue, red and yellow.

Crocodile slowly told Messier some information about the sea in the past two years, some of which Messier knew and some of which he did not know.

After a while.

Crocodile picked up the red wine on the table and took a sip.

Feeling that the atmosphere was right, he looked at Moser thoughtfully:

"How about a deal?"

I still haven't gotten that kind of thing in the past two years, but now.

Mercer raised his brows slightly: "What?"

Crocodile said calmly:

"The training method of Observation Haki and Armament Haki."

Mercer looked strange. "You don't know how to do something so simple? Just find a place that doesn't require your elemental transformation and practice for a while, and you'll be able to do it."

"And any pirate with some skill in the New World would at least know one, right?
Wouldn't it be enough to just find a random pirate and interrogate him?

Aren't you one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea? Won't you ask the World Government for it?"

Crocodile's mouth twitched, and he took a deep breath, suppressing his anger.

"I've looked for it, but what they said was half-truthful, saying things like you'll suddenly learn it through practice, or that you'll understand it naturally in battle.

Every one of them is a waste, they can't even speak clearly, just like an underdeveloped ape.

As for world government, they say they won’t either.”

There was resentment in his mouth unconsciously.

Mercer burst out laughing, he was so happy that this could be published as a book about the Passion of Old Sand.

"Then won't you go and trade with your fellow Shichibukai?"

Crocodile's face turned black:
"You want me to beg them?"

Moses chuckled:

"As far as I know, three of the Seven Warlords of the Sea have three types of Haki, and the remaining three have weapons and knowledge, but what about you?

Tsk, tsk, tsk. Shame on you. "

"Are you telling the truth?"

Automatically filter out the last words.

"That Mihawk guy has it, I've seen it before, but who else has Conqueror Haki?"

He couldn't help but be curious.

After all, the domineering color is said to be the qualification of a king.

Mercer smiled and said, "Do you want to learn two methods of practicing domineering power from me?

Yes, I can give it to you, but what can you give me in return?"

Crocodile was silent.

Messi is not an ordinary person, he would not even consider a little money.

He probed, "One billion Baileys?"

Mercer chuckled and said, "Tsk tsk, it seems you got a lot of treasure from the tomb. You can buy several devil fruits with it. Then congratulations on your wealth."

Crocodile understood what he meant when he heard this.

I just look down on it.

Right,

There are so many treasures in the tomb, but he would rather kill the Celestial Dragons for the devil fruit than for the treasures. To be honest, he admires him very much.

He couldn't help but frowned, "I don't have any devil fruits at the moment. I had some before, but I gave them to my subordinates as rewards.

You are late. "

"That's true."

Mercer smiled and said, "That's a pity. You don't have anything I like. The deal is broken."

Crocodile glanced at Messer and said calmly, "Although that thing is rare, it often appears. Leave me your contact information. When I find it, if I haven't learned it yet, I will contact you."

"Sure, any other kind is fine. Nature and fantasy beasts are better. Forget about ordinary animal-type ones. I don't want that kind.

By the way, I have information for you. Doflamingo seems to be quite good at collecting devil fruits. You'd better go rob him."

Crocodile raised his brows slightly and chuckled hoarsely: "Does he have a grudge against you?"

"He probably just has a unilateral grudge against me. I almost beat him to death before."

The corners of his mouth twitched.

Having said that, there is nothing more to say.

I have already obtained the information I wanted.

Messer left his Den Den Mushi number and said, "Okay, I'll be leaving now."

The gray fog spread, covering the table, and then dissipated. Messer went to the window and jumped out.

Crocodile's eyes were deep:
"Mysterious guy."

After leaving the Crocodile, Mercer did not go back to the hotel directly. Instead, he strolled around the commercial street outside and bought a batch of permanent pointers that he would use next.

After having some midnight snack.

Then go back.

……

The next day, early morning.

Had breakfast.

Messer and the other two rode away on the Quetzalcoatl.

On the endless sea.

Cloudless.

But the weather finally became comfortable.

Yamato lay on Xiongbao's back, opened his arms, and looked at the blue sky:
"It's still more comfortable outside. The desert is fun, but it's also really cold and hot."

As he spoke, he climbed up and sat sideways, placing his left arm on Moses's shoulder:

"Where are we going now?"

Holding a permanent pointer in his hand, he felt the magnetic field lines connected to the permanent pointer.

Messer turned his head to look at her face, moved his position, lay back, found a comfortable angle, and skillfully rested his head on her fleshy, white, long legs.

He handed her the permanent pointer in his hand and said with a smile:
"I feel like getting some sleep. You come and give Xiong Bao some directions."

After saying this, he closed his eyes, carefully sensing the magnetic field lines that appeared in his spiritual perception, and feeling the magnetic field power that permeated nature.

Yamato blinked, looked at Messer's face which was blocked by his chest, and said helplessly:

"Something in the way."

Then he placed his left hand on Moses' neck and looked at the everlasting pointer in his right hand.

At this moment, Eri, who was riding on the neck of the Wind God Pterosaur, looked back and blinked:
"Yamato-sister, where are we going now?"

(End of this chapter)