Above the Pirate King

"Asshole, this prince just killed a bunch of untouchables, why should he treat me like this!"

……

Mushulu slammed on the door angrily and yelled at the door, but it was useless.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Mushulu, who had been arguing for a long time, was panting heavily and looked a little tired. Looking back, there was nothing intact in the room, only a bed and a table handed down from his grandfather's generation were left.

He will rest on the bed later, so naturally he won't move it.

But the rest of the table is an eyesore to him!

"call---"

Mushulu took a deep breath, stepped on his feet, and ran towards the antique table in the northeast corner of the room.

"go to hell!"

"boom!"

A flying kick broke the table in half.

"Bang!"

The moment the table shattered, a delicate wooden box fell down.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The wooden box fell to the ground, bounced a few times, and the lock was directly broken, which opened the box.

"Rumble!"

A dazzling green jewel rolled over.

"kindness!?"

This gem immediately attracted Mushulu's attention. He calmed down, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and he stepped forward to pick up this gem involuntarily.

"It's so beautiful. Could this be left by grandpa?" Mushulu murmured, picked up the gem, and began to play with it carefully.

At the same time, under his bed, a pair of red eyes full of malice were secretly watching him without his knowledge. When he saw him pick up the gem, the red light in these eyes flickered for a while .

"Dong dong!"

At this time, a knock on the door woke up Mushulu who was addicted to gems, and he carefully put the gems into his pocket.

"Come in!"

Mushulu, who got a seemingly priceless gem by accident, felt a lot better, so his tone was not so aggressive.

"Squeak!"

The door was opened, and several waiters came in.

The waiters seemed to have anticipated the scene in the room. The two at the front carried a table, the one in the middle held a chair, and the one at the end carried a few plates of exquisite dishes, and walked in like this.

After several waiters had placed all the tables and chairs, the exquisite dishes were also served.

"Prince Mushulu, here is your lunch. If you have any dissatisfaction, please tell me!" The waiter said cautiously, for fear of being locked in the room because of a mistake, Mushulu, who was obviously in a bad mood and temper, approached him. their trouble!

Mushulu, who was in a good mood, rarely troubled the waiters. He just waved his hand and signaled them to leave, while he sat on the table and ate.

Several waiters retreated quickly as if they were pardoned.

On the table.

Knives and forks criss-crossed, and a piece of steak meat was inserted by Mushulu and put into his mouth.

"nice!"

Perhaps because of his good mood, he felt that today's steak was more delicious than usual.

Eat and eat.

"Uh……"

Mushulu suddenly put down the knife and fork in his hand, stood up abruptly, the expression on his face began to twist, his mouth opened and closed but he was still unable to speak.

He quickly turned around and ran towards the gate, trying to ask the guards at the gate for help.

At this time, he accidentally stepped on the wreckage of the table that had just been kicked into pieces, staggered, and fell straight forward.

Suddenly, his pupils narrowed to a point, and his face showed a look of horror.

Because where he was about to fall, a black hand appeared inexplicably, holding the wreckage of a table he had just kicked into pieces.

What frightened him even more was that the wreckage looked very sharp!

And the black hand didn't care if he was scared or not, and placed the wreck where he was about to fall.

"boom!"

Mushulu's neck hit the wreckage directly, and blood gushed out from his carotid artery like a ruptured water pipe.

However, he wasn't dead yet, nor was he unconscious.

His mouth opened and closed, as if he wanted to say something, but because he was choked, he couldn't say anything!