The strongest belongs to me, Diablo!

"That, that, the seat you are sitting now is mine." Seeing the man's ferocious appearance, the aristocratic aura suddenly dropped, and his voice subconsciously subsided.

"Is that so? But I didn't see you before, so I thought it was an empty seat. So it was occupied by someone." The man scratched his hair and stood up.

"Since it's yours, I won't take your place."

"Eh?!" Hearing this, the nobleman was startled and looked at the back of the man who was walking backwards.Very puzzled.

Just leave?
She looks so vicious, but turns out to be so easy to talk to?

"What a weirdo, where did you come from?!" The noble just turned his head, only to find a strangely dressed man who was shorter than him sitting on his chair.

"Don't speak so loudly, I'm not as good-tempered as that big guy." The dwarf pulled out the scimitar from his waist and put it on the nobleman's shoulder, "After all, you don't want this not-so-ugly head to leave neck."

"No, I don't want to." The noble raised his hands and stepped back little by little, for fear that the dwarf's hand would shake and take his life away with him.

"Hey, it's good to know your face." Seeing this scene, the dwarf also slowly withdrew his scimitar. After all, fish and dragons are mixed in the square now, and it would be bad if it attracted the attention of those big pirates.

But before he could sit still, his eyes suddenly went dark.

"Hey, you're not sitting here, are you?" The noble raised his head instantly when he heard the voice, only to see that his seat was empty.

That man is back? !

"I turned around and came back without finding a seat. I thought that since you can sit in such a front seat, you must be able to help me find a seat." The man held the dwarf's head with one hand and lifted him up. Get up, "Guys like you, better go to the back!"

After the words fell, the man threw the dwarf in his hand towards the sky.

"Hmph, mind your own business!"

"tread--"

The moment the dwarf was about to let go, he directly grabbed the iron ring in the man's hand, then turned around, stood directly on the man's arm, drew out the scimitar, and stabbed at the man's neck.

"Meddlers will pay the price!"

"Be careful!" The noble closed his eyes nervously, but there was no sound of a knife piercing his flesh.

Instead, there was a crisp sound.

It was like the sound of iron collars clashing together.

"Ding--"

Can't help but make him open his eyes.

"This, is this still human?"

The scene in front of him deeply impacted his cognition.

A layer of pitch-black substance appeared on the man's neck, holding the scimitar firmly.

Then the man pushed a little harder.

"Crack-"

The scimitar broke, and the man lifted the dwarf's body and smashed him into the brick floor under his feet.

"Boom—"

"Okay, he can't take your seat anymore, and I seem to have a seat too. Huh ha ha ha ha—" The man laughed loudly, and sat on the half of the dwarf's exposed body.

"Crack-"

There was only a sound of bone cracking, and almost everyone moved the chairs under their buttocks, trying to stay away from this guy.

Only the nobleman's eyes lit up when he saw the man.

"Hey, I said big man, do you want to hang out with me in the future, and I will provide you with food, drink, and use, and you only need to protect me, how about it?" the nobleman said.

"Forget it, I'm not used to protecting others." The man shook his head and refused.

Hearing this, the noble also gave up the idea of ​​taking bodyguards, instead he stretched out a hand and said, "Then call a friend, you help me hold the seat, and when the live broadcast is over, I'll treat you to dinner! "

"Okay, I like eating best, friend!"

"I've been talking for a long time, but I still don't know your name. Let me introduce myself. I'm Morgan Peric, the prince from the Kingdom of Mojiali on the Great Airway."

"My name is Tru."

While the two were talking, the screen in the center of the square had a new picture.

A golden figure flashed on the screen.

A string of blood beads splashed on the screen in an instant.

Mary Joa.

Inside the corridors of Pongle Castle.

A wild lion-like figure was sitting on a low hill, gently wiping the blade in his hand with a blood-stained white cloth.

"This is the real world, right?" Shi Ji said, staring intently at Yingshi and Muku in his hands.

I saw that Ying Jumuku, who was supposed to have turned into a black knife, was actually a piece of snow-white at this moment.

"Why do you feel distressed?" Ryder walked over, looked at the small hill in front of him, and frowned.

"It's not distressing." Shi Ji smiled and floated down from the [Short Mountain].

Then activate the fluttering fruit's ability, and the huge hills fell apart in an instant, and changed back to their original appearance.

Through the faint smoke and dust, the audience in the Chambord Islands can see what kind of hills are there.

It was clearly the slaves of the three giant races.

Suddenly, another person in the crowd shouted: "I remember!"

The sudden shouts startled the people around them.

They all opened their mouths to accuse.

"Hey, you bastard, scare me."

"What do you remember?" Human curiosity drove him to ask this sentence.

"He is Shiji, the golden lion Shiki! The man who was once called the three legendary pirates with Roger the Pirate King and Edward Newgate with the white beard!"

This pirate is a little excited.

After all, the identities of Shiji and others are idol-level status in the eyes of these pirates who are not strong in fighting spirit.

"You said that the guy on the screen is Shiji?" A younger boy walked over and waved his hand, "Don't be kidding, don't say that he doesn't have Shiji's iconic rudder on his head, Taking a step back, even if he is Shi Ji, he must be in his 70s now, does he look like he is in his 70s?"

Hearing his reasoning, the other audience also thought for a moment and nodded.

Rather than being surprised, although this young man is young, his words are well-founded, and it is hard not to be convincing.

"Not necessarily." Among the crowd in the back row, an old man with a wine bottle in his hand sat on the steps, drinking the inferior wine in his hand.

Although the movements were casual, there was a look of incomparable shock in his eyes.