This pirate only wants to farm.

Chapter 94 The "True Fragrance Law" works in every world!

Old Tony never expected things to develop this way. He originally just wanted to take this opportunity to fool these pirates who were about to rob him, to make them obediently make way for him, and to let them know just how terrifying the power behind them was.

In fact, old Tony knew very well how the Stormfury had died. But that didn't diminish the status of the Hades and its captain in old Tony's heart.

Because old Tony accepted the mission, and through his wisdom and erudition, he had already discerned the man's determination to rule the entire Calm Sea.

So he also wanted to take this opportunity to show off his muscles, in order to pave the way for that person's next plan.

However, it seems that the groundwork laid this time was a bit overdone.

"Respected Captain Tony, there's no need to wait until then. I, Fate, captain of the Black Tuna, can assure you now that I will always be loyal to your choice."

While everyone else was still bewildered and at a loss, Fate the Broom Star was the first to stand up, take off his hat, and give an exaggerated bow.

When the other pirates saw that Fate had taken the lead, they also stood up, took off their hats and swung them around on their heads twice, and bowed.

Although old Tony could tell that most of them were hesitant and confused, the fact that they were able to make such a statement at this moment already showed that they had developed a special kind of awe for themselves.

Old Tony's face twitched slightly, but fortunately, his thick hair provided some cover, so he wouldn't give himself away at this moment. He tapped the table lightly twice: "No rush, I can still give you time to think."

"After all, I have more important deals to make, don't I?"

Old Tony gave the pirates present a cruel smile, jumped off his chair, and walked out of the captain's cabin in a very ostentatious manner.

With the help of their little mink, they returned to the Scholar. The mink children, who had been meek and submissive in front of the pirates, now stood tall and proud, their eyes filled with disdain as they looked at the ragged pirates shivering in the downpour.

There was no other way; although the furry tribe was living a miserable life, at least they were able to eat their fill.

A person's energy and spirit are completely different once they are well-fed.

Old Tony returned to the Scholar accompanied by Sal and Owen, but the moment he entered the captain's cabin, his legs went weak and he almost knelt on the ground.

Fortunately, Sal, who was standing nearby, reacted quickly and helped old Tony up: "Captain, are you alright?"

Old Tony took a breath, waved his hand, and took off his soaked captain's uniform: "I'm fine, just a little exhausted."

At that moment, Sal, who had just helped up old Tony, felt a sudden weight on his other shoulder. He turned around and saw that Irving had almost collapsed to his knees, but a hand was on his shoulder.

"Brother, let me help you too, my legs are a little weak."

"Damn it! I'm still too cowardly. Just pretending in front of those pirates terrifies me. I think it's time for me to study some books about war and courage after this is over."

Sal gritted his teeth, but at this point he could only help the two of them to the chairs. However, this time he did not make any sarcastic remarks, because he himself was not much better off.

The three of them sat in the captain's cabin, panting for a long time, before they finally felt their breathing become smooth.

Owen sipped his coconut juice, which made him feel a little better. "Captain," he said, "do you think those pirates are up to some kind of trick?"

"They've only heard a little bit about that person, and they don't even know the Netherworld exists, so why are they all being so respectful to us?"

Sal also looked up at old Tony, equally curious about the question: "Yes, Captain. You seem so confident; did you already anticipate this?"

Old Tony took off his eye mask and threw it on the table. After letting out a long sigh, he shook his head with a wry smile: "I only just figured this out myself. Before, on the Black Tuna, I was just putting on a brave face."

"I did intend to intimidate them, but I didn't expect it to be so effective."

"In my expectation, they should only be wary of us, not like this."

Irving scratched his matted hair: "So what's going on with them?"

Old Tony chuckled and shook his head: "It's just that we're all just a bunch of scholars sitting at our desks doing research. We may have our own ideas, but we don't really know what the actual situation is like."

"Even I made that mistake."

"I mistook these pirates for the rampant pirates from the outside world, forgetting that the pirates who could survive in the windless sea were a pathetic bunch who were about to be ostracized and unable to survive."

Irving and Sal both paused for a moment, then slapped their foreheads.

Owen sighed, a wry smile on his face: "Yes, in the eyes of a group of pirates who live hand to mouth, how could someone who can capture the captain of a magic warship possibly be someone they could covet?"

Sal shook his head repeatedly with a sigh: "Let alone bringing up that person's name, even we insignificant people who were sent out by that person to do business are not people they can afford to offend now."

Old Tony sighed deeply, "That's the difference between books and reality. In our minds, pirates are a bunch of dirty, evil, and unreasonable bastards, but we forget what kind of life they lead on calm seas."

"No one knows the power of a magic warship better than these pirates who have been chased by the St. Mary for so long. I'm afraid that in their hearts, the lord on the Underworld has become the most terrifying existence on the windless sea, hasn't he?"

Owen, as if struck by a sudden thought, laughed: "Captain, do you think if we keep fooling them like this, and with that person providing a constant supply, these people will obediently follow orders without us even having to put in much effort?"

"Maybe after this winter, our Netherworld Fleet will be established."

Sal, standing next to him, jumped up as well: "I think this is a brilliant idea. I have to admit, Owen, you're definitely smarter than me today."

Old Tony felt the same way, but as captain and the representative of that great man on the calm sea, he had to remain calm. He coughed lightly and patted the table: "Alright, now is not the time to talk about this. We have left the St. Mary idle for too long, it is time to make a deal with them."

"Just then, those pirate ships came by. Owen, go and requisition their small boats to load all the supplies onto them. Thrall, go and signal for their men to come and talk to me."

Old Tony's tone was indifferent, but he unconsciously adopted the same tone he used when speaking in the captain's cabin of the Black Tuna.

In the captain's cabin of the St. Mary, several skull coconuts and three breadfruits were placed on Morgan's table.

Morgan mustered all his strength to swallow hard, managing to pull his gaze away from the clean breadfruit and fix it immediately on the strange skull-shaped coconut.

At this moment, the skeleton coconut continued to open and close its jaw, seemingly mocking him. He had a vague feeling—

The laughter seemed to mock his reckless actions on the windless sea, and also to mock the overestimation of their Oren Empire's capabilities.

You do not have enough reverence for the sea.

Morgan's face was a little pale, but the others in the captain's cabin also didn't look too good, though for reasons different from the captain's.

In their eyes, this coconut was like some kind of evil creation. Although they didn't sense any ghostly presence, it didn't seem like something that could grow under normal conditions.

Although that damned Mink told them that this was the source of fresh water, as proud Imperial Navy personnel, they instinctively felt a sense of unease towards something that seemed so sinister.

Not to mention that the Oren Empire was a country that adhered to the Church.

Morgan stared at the skull-shaped coconut in his hand, remaining silent for a long while before turning to the boatswain and asking, "When you went to trade with those mink, did they mention how to drink this coconut?"

The boatswain also sensed the evil emanating from the coconut. His voice trembled slightly as he pointed to a small indentation on the top of the coconut: "The Mink Tribe told me that it can only be opened from this spot, and that I can drink it with a straw or by pouring it out."

Morgan nodded expressionlessly, and then with a "whoosh," he drew his longsword and thrust it into the dent above the skull coconut, creating a circular hole in the coconut.

In the eyes of others, the skulls on the coconut all had their mouths wide open, as if they were wailing.

Seeing this bizarre scene, they all swallowed hard, their throats parched, and silently vowed that they would never drink this stuff, even if it meant dying of thirst on the sea!

As an aristocrat, Morgan had a flexible moral bottom line, but he also had a flexible set of beliefs.

He didn't care what the other crew members thought; all he wanted now was to get the Saint Mary back from this damned sea.

He had his men bring over several cups, and then poured the cool, sweet coconut water from the skull-shaped coconut into the cups.

At this moment, the first mate frowned and said, "Captain, I think we still need to be cautious. This kind of evil thing may be hiding a trap of depravity."

Morgan merely raised an eyelid: "Even if it's depravity, it's still much better than dying of thirst on this sea."

After saying that, Morgan picked up a glass and raised it, glancing at the others in the captain's cabin.

After seeing the captain's gaze, the first mate, second mate, bosun, and mage hesitated for a long time before finally raising their cups together, albeit tremblingly.

Then, led by Morgan, the group tilted their heads back and gulped down the entire cup of coconut water.

It wasn't that they didn't want to find a sailor to test the poison, but things had come to this point; if the coconut contained poison, the entire ship would be cut off from supplies.

Then whether they live or not is no longer important.

Just as the group of people were pouring the coconut water into their mouths with these strange feelings, the sweet and refreshing liquid with a faint coconut aroma slid down their throats.

At that moment, they felt as if their souls had been nourished.

It smells so good!