I reached the top of Pirates

Chapter 51 051. Your knife is a bit ruined!

Go to the East Market to buy bedding, go to the West Market to buy furniture, go to the South Market to buy clothes, and go to the North Market to eat.

The whole process took a lot of time and money.

It's getting dark.

"That's about it, Dabao."

Messer and Perona were walking down the street.

Ya Dabao grabbed Moses' shoulders, his eyes seemed a little empty, but when he heard Moses' words, his eyes became lively.

"It's already been arranged. The upper room has been basically furnished."

Hearing this, Perona's eyes lit up, and she looked at Ya Dabao with sparkling eyes, thinking about the many things she had just bought:
"Stinky bird, is my room ready too?"

Although Ya Dabao was very reluctant, he nodded seriously. There was no other way. Before he could act domineeringly, he had to coax this living ancestor.

If I become negative in front of Crow Girl and make a fool of myself in the future, it will be a black record for my whole life.

When he thought of that, Ya Dabao was shocked.

Have to compromise.

Immediately, the two of them turned from the street into a small alley.

At this time, a layer of transparent ripples appeared on Ya Dabao's body surface, followed by a suction force. The two people's bodies became smaller and were sucked into the castle space by Ya Dabao.

It was like entering a monster's lair and standing at the tunnel-like entrance.

There is a doorway behind the body, leading to the outside world.

And there is a space in front.

Take a few steps.

What comes into view is a huge space with a diameter of 100 meters, and the overall layout is like a bird's nest.

It also looks like an ancient Roman arena.

The walls around were covered with holes, densely packed.

Perona couldn't help but shudder when she saw it, and goose bumps appeared all over her body. "You damn bird, how did you transform such a building into your body?"

Mercer smiled and said, "This is a bird's nest, a crow's nest. If nothing unexpected happens, more and more crows will settle here in the future."

At this time, Ya Dabao came out from the wall behind Perona and landed on Perona's shoulder. His hard claws hit her body, and Perona was so scared that her body trembled.

"Quack~"

Ya Dabao laughed.

"Go that way."

Wings pointed to a staircase leading upwards on the side of the cave entrance. Messer smiled and walked up.

Seeing this, Perona hurried to follow.

A hundred meters later.

With the sound of clattering footsteps,

Exit the top of the stairs.

What came into view was a long circular corridor, and under the guidance of Ya Dabao, a half-hidden stone doorway appeared.

There is a rock doorplate at the door with the word "Pepe" written on it.

I pushed open the rock door easily and walked in. I saw a chandelier hanging from the ceiling in the center of the house. Beeswax was lit inside, and the house was very bright under the bright light.

Next to the window, there is a large pink bed, and a pink mosquito net with spider web patterns hangs from the ceiling.

There is also a marble tea table on the side. The room is equipped with bookshelves, sofas, dressing tables, wardrobes, and bathrooms.

The interior layout is designed in the style of a high-end hotel.

Perona's eyes sparkled, and she let out a joyful scream. She took two steps forward and threw herself onto the bed.

Rolling on it in satisfaction.

Mercer smiled, looked at Perona and said, "You seem very satisfied, so you should rest early."

"Well, I'm tired. I'm going to sleep first. See you tomorrow."

Perona laughed "hahahaha" and squirmed excitedly on the bed.

Messer smiled and walked out of the door. At the door of the next room, Messer stopped and looked at his own house number.

Open the door and go in.

The layout of the room is not much different from Perona's, but the interior layout tends to be in cool colors. After looking around, Messer nodded with satisfaction.

After a while, they walked through several rooms.

The bedroom layout is basically complete.

Currently, the interior layout of Ya Dabao's castle has a total of four floors.
From top to bottom in order.

The top floor is a spacious leisure area with a swimming pool, billiard room, bathhouse, meditation area, kitchen and dining room.

The third floor is right next to the top floor and is the residential area. It is where the rooms of Messer, Kuleha, Ya Dabao, Perona, Xiong Bao and others are located. There are also many empty rooms.

The second floor is the work area, which is expected to be a large laboratory and forging room, as well as several empty rooms that are not occupied.

The first level of the domestication area, currently at the bottom, is a huge bird nesting space.

There are other remains in the castle's interior, but they have not yet been opened up.

It's quite cramped, so apart from the rooms and bedrooms that have been truly renovated, the rest of the floors are still in the initial stages.

It's just a rough design, with nothing inside. It needs to be continuously improved in the future.

After checking everything, Moses was very satisfied. He opened a nearby window, jumped out and came to the outside world.

All the open windows and doorways in the castle inside Ya Dabao's body are connected to the outside world.

"Let's go back to the warship."

I've been out for most of the day, it's time to go back and show myself so that people don't worry.

Somehow, on the way to the port, Messer found that there seemed to be more mafia on the streets here.

Lost in thought.

Thinking of what Ya Dabao had said before, he murmured, "It seems that the Isu family and the mafia didn't break up because of the devil fruit?"

But this is none of Messer's business, because: "I am just here for fun, and it is also none of the Navy's business. The member states are independent and autonomous."

Soon.

Arrive at the port.

Moses boarded the ship.

"Hey." Bogart called to Mercer from the top floor, "Where have you been? I haven't seen you since this afternoon."

Messer grabbed hold of the strips on the cabin's outer wall, climbed up, and climbed over the fence on the top floor.

Coming to Bogart's side, Messer rolled his eyes at him: "Didn't I tell you to go out and have some fun? What? You missed me after not seeing me for a while?"

Bogart said speechlessly, "Your grandfather and Kuzan went out to do something. Before they left, they told me to keep an eye on you."

"Oh! I see. I thought you were really worried about me, but I didn't expect that. Tsk tsk."

Mercer suddenly became angry and started to talk nonsense. When Bogart heard this, the corners of his mouth began to twitch violently and he slapped Mercer on the shoulder:
"Do you think I'm not worried about you at all?"

"Is there?" Mercer asked doubtfully.

Bogart: "Yes."

"Oh, then keep it up, come on!" Messer said with a smile.

Bogart: “.”

After a moment of silence, Bogart asked curiously, "Did you call those six little devils?" Mercer tilted his head, a little confused. "Six little devils? Who are they?"

Bogart frowned. "There's a gang of six thieves in this port city. The oldest is only fifteen years old, a boy named Will. There are four men and two women. They came here two hours ago and said you sent them. They also asked them to tell you your name."

At this point, Messer reacted, laughed, and looked at Bogart and said:
"So, uncle, what do you think of that guy named Will?"

"No, you really found this?" Bogart looked at Messer with a bit of toothache, then his eyes showed admiration:
"But you know what, those two boys named Will and Moni are really good. And the younger boy and girl named Aban and Jiada are also pretty good."

Bogart has a good eye. Having followed Cap for so many years, he has seen all kinds of people.

If he can praise it as good, then it is really good.

Hearing this, Mercer also laughed, "So you accepted them?"

Bogart nodded with a smile on his face, "I've come across a good candidate. Since he's taken the initiative to come to me, of course I have to accept him.

However, I am only letting them stay in the cabin for now, and I will officially let them start work after your grandfather comes back to see it."

"A clerk?" Mercer said with a smile, "Isn't that right?"

"Well, this is necessary, but the brats named Will and Moni don't need it. After all, the navy's recruitment is based on strength first. Those with ability will naturally receive preferential treatment.

At least I can be a private."

"By the way, how did you run into them?" Bogart asked curiously.

Moses: “Didn’t you ask them?”

"He was hesitant and didn't want to talk about it, so I didn't ask." Bogart said:
"But I've also sent people out to investigate. They're the thieves responsible for this area, but they're not the kind that's been involved in any murders."

"You don't want someone who has killed someone?" Mercer asked doubtfully.

"Well, it depends on the specific circumstances. As long as they're not the most heinous criminals and are committed to justice, I'll accept them."

Bogart thought about it and said it without hiding anything.

Moses understood that the world is not black and white, but a mixture of gray.

Not to mention this world where slavery still exists and the powerful can do whatever they want.

As long as you have talent, some minor problems can be ignored depending on the situation.

Bogart was hesitant at this point, and Messer was curious. "Just say what you want to say. That's not like you. What's wrong?"

Bogart smiled and took out a sword from Mercer's waist very naturally.

Cold Dew

His eyes lit up as he took it in his hand. Bogart smiled and said, "Little Mercer, I discovered it a long time ago. Tell me, where did you get this dagger?"

擦～
Unsheath the sword.

He looked at Hanlu with some obsession in his eyes, waved the hilt of the sword in the air, and then muttered in surprise:

"The sword can actually condense moisture from the air. Is that so cool?"

"There's no mention of a brand new weapon in the Handbook of Famous Swords, the Good and Quick Sword."

Looking at Bogart, who looked like a pervert, Messier said speechlessly, "Is it really that serious?"

Then he reached out and grasped the hilt of the knife at Bogart's waist, and as he stepped back, he drew the knife out of the sheath with a "clang".

Messer looked at the blade, which was crystal clear without a trace of color. The lines on the blade were distinct. He stroked it with his left index and middle fingers together.

"Ding ~"

The fingertips snapped the blade.

The sound is ethereal.

Mercer closed his eyes and savored it carefully. After a moment, he opened his eyes with a trace of regret on his face:
"The material is good, but the forging technique is not good. It ruined the quality of the knife."

Messer took a step back, gripped the hilt of the knife with both hands, raised it, and swung it down.

Progress, straight thrust.

Turn and sweep.

There is no particular method in swinging the sword. One just relies on the state of harmony between man and nature, achieving unity with all things, and swinging the sword according to the feeling in one's heart.

It's like throwing a punch.

It's like swinging a stick.

Mercer enjoyed the pleasure of swinging the knife with great interest, integrating all the strength of his body and striking in one direction.

Slash marks appeared in the air.

Streams of air were emitted as the sword was swung forward.

Bogart stared at Messer's movements, his mouth twitching. "Is this enough to create a stream of air?"

The next moment, Mercer sheathed his breath heavily, then waved the knife around casually, curling his lips and saying, "It's not handy at all."

He threw up the long knife, grasped the blade with the five fingers of his right hand, and handed the handle to Bogart, "I'll give you your knife back."

Bogart silently took it and sheathed it.

Moses stepped forward, took his own dewdrops and scabbard from his hands respectively, gripped the hilt with his right hand and shook it, shaking off the dewdrops condensed on the sword.

click!
The sword is sheathed.

Reinsert it into the lower back.

At this time, Mercer saw that Bogart was still looking at him.

"What's wrong? Are there flowers on my face?"

Bogart smiled broadly, like a chrysanthemum, “Your sword is a new one. I can see it hasn’t been forged for long, so it must have been forged recently.

Could you recommend a knife maker? I'd like to have my knife reforged or have the handle remade."

As he spoke, with desire in his eyes, Bogart clasped his hands together and winked at Messer.

Seeing his expression, Mercer laughed and said playfully:

“With today’s market conditions.

An ordinary refined weapon would cost at least 100,000 Baileys, while a better refined weapon would cost 700,000 to 800,000 Baileys.

Once it reaches the quality of a famous sword, even the lowest-grade sharp sword will require at least one million Baileys, and a good sharp sword will require at least several million Baileys.

I've seen your knife; the raw materials are good, and the foundation is decent. If it's to be recast, it'll need some more precious metals, and the material cost alone will be at least a million berries."

At this point, Messer laughed. "I can help you recast it. You can provide the materials yourself, but you have to help me buy some high-quality forging equipment. Is that acceptable to you?"

Bogart looked at Messer in confusion, not quite understanding what he meant. "What do you mean? I don't understand."

Moses looked at him speechlessly.

"Why are you so stupid? What I mean is, as long as the materials are in place, I don't want your processing fees. Just help me get the forging equipment."

Bogart pointed at Messer's nose and said in disbelief:

"You? Forging? Are you kidding me?"

His face darkened, and Mercer laughed angrily, "In a word, do it or not? I can give it to you for free while I'm still not famous. If you wait a few years, the price won't be this high."

Bogart still couldn't believe it, but when he thought about how smart Mercer was, he was a little hesitant to make a conclusion, so he had to ask again:

"Are you sure you can forge a good sword?"

Messer looked at him expressionlessly and took out three scalpels from the bag on his waist. Bogart took them with a blank expression, pulled out the condoms and started to look at them.

A few minutes later.

Watch and caress repeatedly.

Finally, he looked at Messer with an exasperated expression, his mouth twitching:

"no?
How come this scalpel is still of sharp knife quality?
Are you serious, kid?"

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