I Have Been Sleeping Among Pirates For A Hundred Years

The young man's clothes are fluttering, standing on the Red Line.

The magnificent palace in front of you is magnificent, and the roof of the palace that reaches into the clouds symbolizes the supreme divine power, making the world look up and in awe.

In the firelight behind them, there are countless creatures, including humans. They have yellow faces, ragged clothes, and scars all over their bodies. They are running for their lives.

"Do you know that you are entering the territory of God!"

"Do you know that what you are committing is blasphemy!"

"Do you know that your sin deserves eternal death and will never be forgiven?"

A man and woman dressed in gorgeous clothes stood in front of the young man and yelled angrily.

"No need to say more, just take action. I want to see if the so-called divine punishment can do anything to me."

The man's expression did not change, he just stood calmly.

No one dared to step forward at this stop.

On this day, the world was shaken.

…

Joel rubbed his forehead. Perhaps he had been sleeping for too long, and some vague memories occasionally appeared in his mind without warning.

It wasn't a fun memory, though.

"Qiao, Mr. Joel, are you okay..."

Caribu followed Joel with fear all the way. After witnessing a series of events caused by the Seven Star Sword, he felt even more the unfathomable strength of the adult in front of him.

I'm afraid only the Seven Warlords of the Sea... no, only the Emperors of the Sea can rival him.

As luck would have it, she escaped with the treasure in front of him and was captured afterwards.

Regardless of how he found himself, the most important thing at the moment is what kind of punishment and guilt he will face...

Caribu didn't dare to imagine or run away, and this feeling like a light on his back made him twist his body uncomfortably all the time.

Joel didn't respond, or even look back at him.

But the more this happened, the more panicked Caribu became.

He watched Joel walk into a tavern in a coastal town and take out a barrel for him to take back to the ship.

The sealed drum was sloshing with mysterious liquid, bumping in Caribu's hands, making his mind wander.

Although there is no mark on the surface of the drum, the liquid inside cannot be ordinary wine, because there are more than ten boxes of wine in the cabin of the Gulu.

Those were drinks specially reserved by the pirate group he was a part of in order to boost morale. Wine, whiskey, ale, red wine, and all kinds of drinks were basically available.

There was no reason for Joel to buy another barrel of wine, and more likely, it contained... oil.

If this is the case, I am afraid that the target of its use will undoubtedly be myself who is trying to escape.

Karibu seemed to see himself being tied tightly with ropes, hanging on a hot oil pan, being burned by the red lotus karma fire, and making a miserable scream.

Suddenly, he couldn't help but shudder and burst into tears:

Father, your faithful believers will experience suffering. Please give us the gospel mercifully and mercifully, and illuminate our confusion on the road ahead...

He slowly stepped onto the deck and carefully put the barrel into the cabin. Caribu sat cross-legged on the wooden board in despair.

After a while, he took out a wad of crumpled waste paper from his arms and slowly spread it out.

The backs of two children, one fat and one thin, were scrawled on the waste paper. In front of them stood a kind-looking old woman, handing two lollipops to their hands at the same time.

In the blank space of the waste paper, LOVE PEACE is written.

The moment he became a pirate, he decided to throw away this piece of paper, but in the end, he still couldn't bear it.

Looking at the graffiti on the paper now, Caribu couldn't help but have a lot of thoughts.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally came to his senses and wandered around the cabin for a while, before finally gritting his teeth and walking out of the cabin.

You can't escape by running, you can't beat by fighting, you can only let others slaughter you.

The cabin door opened and the dawn light fell slightly, and Caribu realized that the night had passed.

On the deck, under the open sun umbrella, Joel was lying so calmly on the deck chair.

"Qiao..."

Carib walked towards Joel. He originally planned that as long as he humbly begged for forgiveness, he might still survive.

But the words were stuck in his throat, but he could no longer say them out - because he saw a goblet filled with some kind of dark red liquid on the small round table next to the lounge chair.

"That is……"

Caribu's mind was spinning rapidly. In just a few breaths, he thought of the most terrifying thing. The red to black liquid was... human blood!

This man who has released a bloody aura many times undoubtedly possesses some kind of Demon fruit power related to blood.

This means that he will probably need blood supplements.

In other words, the barrel taken back from the tavern last night did not contain any oil, but a barrel of newly squeezed... blood.

Caribu's scalp suddenly became numb. He tried to recall everything related to the tavern he had seen last night, but found that he had been absent-minded because of worry and fear, so he did not pay much attention to the specific conditions of the tavern.

The only impression I have is... the loud noise in the tavern at the beginning turned into a deathly silence at the end.

Perhaps, everyone in that tavern was tortured painfully before death, and finally died of extremely tragic blood loss...

Caribu's breathing became more and more rapid. He didn't care about the lives of those in the tavern, but he became more and more frightened when he thought that what he was about to receive next might be a bloodletting punishment that was more terrifying than boiling in oil. disturbed.

Joel raised his head and glanced at Caribu, picked up the goblet, sipped it slightly, and put a sliver of it into his throat.

Plop!

With just one look, Caribu felt his knees weaken, and he immediately knelt down and said with tears in his eyes: "Master Joel, the villain just got lost on the island, and the villain has no intention of running away!"

Before Joel responded, he heard a passionate voice coming from the coast.

"Young man, how does it taste?"

It's the owner of that tavern.

"It's a taste I haven't tasted in a long time. It's very refreshing. I like it very much. Thank you."

Joel put down his wine glass and raised his hand to greet the tavern owner with a smile.

"Hahaha! As long as you like it!"

The tavern owner laughed heartily.

The ominous red moon suddenly disappeared last night. According to the astronomy spread by ancient Arkas, this means that the island will have good fortune in the future.

So, in order to celebrate this celestial phenomenon, the townspeople came to the tavern to hold banquets.

Unlike those drinkers who came on their own initiative, Joel was invited when passing by. Although he politely declined, he still received the "money brew" generously given by the boss.

After the tavern owner left, Joel tilted his glass slightly and glanced at the frightened Caribu from the corner of his eye:

"Why, do you also want to drink... Coke?"

Caribu stretched his neck forward. He was still confused as to why the tavern owner who was supposed to be tortured to death was still alive. When he heard Joel's words, he was suddenly excited: "Ah...? Coke?!"

"yes……"

Joel raised the goblet in front of his eyes, shook it gently, and watched intently as the bubbles on the surface of the liquid continued to rise, with a hint of sharpness inadvertently revealed between his teeth.

"Coke is life."