Pirate Control Vector

Chapter 293
Then, Nissibi scanned Les with his eyes, and said, "It's just that what charm do you think you have to attract other girls? Appearance? Wealth? Status? To be honest, you look so charming, If you really look good, you are still a bachelor in your thirties. As for wealth and status, it has nothing to do with bounty hunters like us. To put it bluntly, our profession is relatively free and we can act independently; To put it bluntly, there is no future, and even legal occupations are restricted and discriminated against by the navy in many ways. What's more, the most important thing is strength. Do you think you have any strength? Your strength is only about the same as mine. The only thing that makes sense is the marksmanship, but marksmanship has no use in this great route."

Nissibi scolded unceremoniously, but Les listened silently, because what Nissibi said was not wrong, it should be too correct.

Les replied unconvinced, "No matter what, it's better than you." But he changed the subject and said, "But what do you say these have to do with that girl."

Nisibi compared the previous action again, and made a lewd smile.

Ruth understood what he meant, and painstakingly took out a few Baileys from his pocket, and handed them to Nisibi.

Nisibi sized up his face, showing dissatisfaction.

"There are only a few of them."

Les frowned, and said in a bad tone: "I don't have that much money for you to squander. Either tell me the money, or pay the money and get out."

"Qiqiqi." Nisibi smacked his lips, and said with a smile: "But now there is a little boy next to Miss. Wednesday. It seems that he is about the same age as him. Are you willing?"

"Tch, in this place, the little boy can't survive. After a few more pirates, his death is basically confirmed, so don't care about him at all." Although Les said indifferently, his eyes were betrayed him.

Nisibi saw it, and was not nervous. He was reluctant to make a lot of money if he could not make a lot of money, so he pushed the money back in his hand.

"Since you said that, then I also want to see if a girl and a boy stay together, will there be sparks, and something will come out of the collision. Maybe in a year or so, I will even have a baby. This scene wants to It’s a bit beautiful to think about.”

Nisibi made a gesture and walked out the door.

"Wait!" Lustie stopped him.

Nisibi turned around, walked over, and said with a slight smile, "What? Changed your mind?"

Les frowned and said, "Tell me what's the relationship first, otherwise you and those noble businessmen are just as virtuous."

"Do you mean I have aristocratic temperament?" Nisibi asked.

"You have the temperament of a fart. If you have the temperament of a rogue, I'm talking about the virtue of being greedy for money, the virtue of a vampire. If you swallow the money in your hands, there is probably no reason to come back."

Nisibi smirked and said, "Do you think there is anything about you that attracts this girl?"

"sense of security."

"to be frank."

"Cut, no."

"Then it's fine, it's not good to be soft, let's be hard."

Les asked in astonishment: "Hard? Do you use force?"

"Are you a man or not? How many families here are born like this. This is not a good place in the first place."

"But. MISS. Although Wednesday looks like a weak girl, she is a mid-level agent of the Baroque Work Agency. Do you think someone who is nothing can be an agent?"

What Les was worried about was not that this practice was immoral, but that he was worried about MISS. Wednesday's strength was beyond his ability to handle.

"I have already prepared for this point. You only need to pay a sufficient price. I will help you find someone. I can not only help you deal with it, but also help you stay in the wind, right? Hehe." Nisibi revealed something that only men can understand. smile.

"That's fine." Les stammered, and finally agreed to the request. "Just how many Baileys do you need?"

"That's easy to say."

Nisibi rushed to Les, reached into Les's clothes room with his arm, grabbed his other hand, and followed his hand to untie a bag tied with silk thread from inside. , pulled out.

"Compared to your continued heartache there, I'd rather I help you get it, and it'll be over once and for all."

During the conversation just now, Nissibi had noticed that Les kept putting his hands in the clothes room, which seemed to be a personal habit. He hesitated at Bellina.

Les finally closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, acquiescing to the words.

"Then when will we do it?"

"Tonight, when another group of pirates come in and everyone is busy with pirates, that's the best time. Then I will distract the others, and you will take the people I called to do what you want .”

Les nodded, "I hope you don't lie to me, otherwise you will know that my gun is not vegetarian."

At this moment, Les's gun was tightly held by the other arm, aiming at Nisibi's waist.Nisibi, besides pulling out the purse with one hand, also holds a dagger in the other, waiting for an opportunity that may come at any time.

However, it all ended with a "peaceful" deal.

Ruth withdrew his gun, and Nisiby withdrew his dagger.

"Don't worry, although I'm a bit greedy for money, my reputation is still good."

……

On the other side, in a quaint cottage.

The house is small and made of wooden boards, and you can see signs of cracking of the boards everywhere, which makes people wonder how long the boards can last.

There are not too many things in this house, except for some daily necessities, there is only one bed, but it is simple and simple, ignoring the cracked wooden boards, it still feels very neat.

This is MISS. Wednesday's bedroom and her boudoir.

At this moment, the person lying on her bed was not her, but a boy with white hair.

The young man closed his eyes, if it wasn't for his ups and downs of breathing, his pale and bloodless appearance, one could not help thinking that he had died.

With a slender body, there is still a huge scar on the face, which spans the left cheek, from the chin to the face, and will skip the eye, only a centimeter or two away. It is conceivable that this eye will not be able to keep it.

And outside the room, there was a sound.

"His Royal Highness!" Icarem seemed in a hurry, but remembered to lower his voice, which was a bit strange.

However, Her Royal Highness in his mouth, that is, Miss. Wednesday in the mouth of outsiders, laughed.

"Icarem, you are so strange."

"It's not a question of whether it's strange or not! Your Royal Highness, your boudoir must never allow a teenager to live in it! If this spreads, it will have an impact on your reputation!"

(End of this chapter)