I am the Bandit King of the East Sea.

As Longbread walked, its eyes kept glancing at Charlotte Linlin's profile.

At this time, Charlotte Linlin was only 12 years old, still a big child weighing several hundred pounds, with a childish face.

But Longbread, recalling Charlotte Linlin's earlier actions, also felt a pang of emotion:

"It seems Lingling is around that age too? How interesting."

While Longbread was reminiscing, Charlotte Linlin's gaze was drawn to another spot, her eyes shining:

"Long bread, look, what's this?"

"Is she still a child after all?" Longbread put aside her previous remark and followed Charlotte Linlin's gaze, but her expression was momentarily surprised.

Before him, in an inconspicuous corner of the street, there was a crooked mark. The bluestone-paved street and the lines of the surrounding walls were slightly distorted in this small area.

Longbread drew a handguard sword and inserted the blade into the small area, only to find that the originally straight handguard sword's blade had also strangely twisted.

“How interesting,” the long bread murmured.

...........

Meanwhile, inside the tavern.

Sieg and Roger sat back down at the bar, both with blood on their foreheads and their clothes soaked with alcohol, looking equally disheveled.

"Sigh... another drunkard in Loguetown."

"He's so good-looking, but unfortunately he's not very bright. He's a drunkard just like Roger."

"I've never seen anyone suddenly run out and smash a bottle against themselves like that before. What was they thinking?"

People around them cast strange glances and whispered among themselves as they looked at Sieg and Roger.

But the two of them didn't seem to care at all, and were already chatting and drinking at the bar.

"Wang Xige? You're a bandit? That's interesting. This is the first time I've ever seen a bandit. Are all bandits like you?"

Roger actually had a pretty good alcohol tolerance, and Sieg was already slightly tipsy, but he was still fairly clear-headed.

Sig suddenly jumped out and smashed a bottle over his head, a strange act that caught his eye and left a deep impression.

"Don't underestimate me, I'm no ordinary bandit!"

Sieg let out a burp and pointed to himself with his thumb:

"Don't let my current appearance fool you, I was incredibly strong when I was young."

"You know the Grand Line? I went there decades ago. I have a lot of sailing experience. Pretty impressive, huh!"

The other drinkers were speechless; Sieg's drunken ramblings were completely illogical.

He looks like he's in his early twenties, but he speaks with an air of superiority, talking about how he was when he was young...

"What a bandit with extensive seafaring experience! He's definitely not your average bandit! He's even been to the Grand Line," a fellow drinker teased.

"Yes...it is indeed extraordinary, the key is that he went to the Grand Line decades later."

Those around them found Sieg's drunken ramblings quite amusing.

Roger's eyes lit up when he heard this, and his interest grew even stronger.

This is Loguetown in the East Blue. Pirates who can travel to the Grand Line and escape unscathed are quite extraordinary in a small place like the East Blue.

He then pressed on, asking:

"You've been to the Grand Line? That's great."

"I'm clearly in Loguetown, the last stop on the East Blue to the Grand Line, but I've never been to sea."

“What’s the point of going to sea? It’s not fun at all,” Sieg said earnestly.

"The Grand Line is dangerous; fifty-six Yonko could jump out and surround you at any moment!"

"Young man, there's no future in being a pirate. Why don't you come with me and become a bandit?"

Roger smiled and downed the wine in his glass in one gulp:

"Mountain bandits? If all mountain bandits are like you, that sounds quite interesting."

"This wine is really good. It's a pity I've never been to sea and haven't tasted wines from other places."

At this time, Roger was born in Loguetown and had never been to sea, but he was full of longing for it.

Sieg is actually quite experienced at sea, especially now that he's been drinking, he's started rambling on and on about his past experiences, embellishing them as he goes.

The two men chatted and laughed heartily after drinking, their enthusiasm running high.

In the midst of their conversation, Sieg suddenly became very interested. He stood up, smiled at Roger, and said:

“Young man, going out to sea is dangerous, but if you want to drink, I can grant you this small wish.”

Sieg braced himself against the bar counter with both hands, nimbly vaulting over it. Then, gazing at the dazzling array of liquor in the cabinet, he fell into deep thought.

"What are you doing? Go back now!" The tavern owner was also startled and quickly scolded him.

He assumed Sieg was just drunk and was about to subdue him when a wad of Bailey banknotes suddenly appeared in Sieg's hand as if by magic, and he slammed it onto the counter.

"I'm mixing drinks, don't get in my way!"

The tavern owner counted the money, his expression immediately softening considerably. He rubbed his hands together and said with a smile:

"Sir, just tell me which ingredients you'd like."

This was just a small tavern in Loguetown, but Sieg's stack of banknotes was worth a full two million Berries, enough to buy the entire liquor cabinet.

"Vodka, tomato juice, lemon slices, celery root, cream..."

Sieg read it out in a serious tone, and then carefully washed his hands at the sink behind the bar.

This made the tavern owner think more highly of Sieg.

Sieg washed his hands very carefully and meticulously; putting everything else aside, his attitude seemed quite convincing at first glance.

soon.

As instructed by Sieg, several portions of ingredients were placed in front of the bar.

Sieg poured the liquor and several ingredients into the cocktail shaker in the correct proportions. He first weighed the shaker in his hand, then used his wrist to make it spin like a top in his palm.

The tavern owner watched this scene, and his face gradually showed surprise.

The bartending technique was almost like juggling, but Sieg's hands were very steady at this moment, and all traces of his previous drunkenness had disappeared.

At first glance, Sieg really does look like a proper bartender now, his movements are quite skilled, no less so than his time as the bar owner.

"He actually knows how to mix drinks?"

"This guy claims to be a bandit, but his bartending skills are at least twenty years old."

The tavern owner was filled with doubt and suspicion.

A few minutes later.

Several different cocktails were pushed in front of Roger by Sieg.

"This drink is called Bloody Mary, and this one..."

"It's called Angel's Kiss."

Chapter 600 I Have Stories, and I Have Wine

"Good wine!"

Roger downed the glass of Angel's Kiss in one gulp, savoring the aftertaste as it went down his throat, and couldn't help but exclaim in praise.

"Is this wine from another land? I've never heard of either Angel's Kiss or Bloody Mary."

"Wang Xige, I really want to go to more different places like you."

After drinking that glass of wine, the way he looked at Sieg changed slightly.

A bandit with extensive seafaring experience who returned from the Grand Line, and also a bartender with at least twenty years of experience.

The key point is that he is still very young and quite handsome, clearly not an ordinary person.

Roger's question, however, made Sieg pause slightly.

Then, a look of reminiscence appeared in his eyes, and his eyelids drooped.

Sig remained silent for a long time before finally speaking softly:

You're right.

"Both of these wines come from a very, very remote island."

Sieg's tone was calm, without any emotional fluctuation.

However, there was a faint sense of nostalgia in his words, which Roger and the others noticed.

At this moment.

Almost everyone in the tavern was staring at Sieg's profile, the same thought flashing through their minds:

"This is a man with a story."

Immediately afterwards, Sieg pushed another Bloody Mary in front of the tavern owner, gesturing for him to drink it.

"May I?" The tavern owner was suddenly at a loss for words, flattered and overwhelmed.

Although Roger was young, he was a regular customer of the tavern, and the tavern owner had noticed his reaction earlier.

Without a doubt, Sieg is no ordinary person; his bartending skills are truly exceptional.

Sieg nodded, and the boss then downed the Bloody Mary in one gulp.

Then, the bearded man's eyes suddenly lit up. He didn't say anything, but just nodded heavily.

At this moment, many gazes fell on Sig’s profile, gradually becoming lost in thought.

"His bartending skills were really impressive..."

"A serious man is the most attractive."

A female customer gasped softly, her attention drawn to Sieg.

Sieg was actually covered in dust and dirt, having smashed a bottle over his head, his forehead stained with blood and his clothes soaked.