Pirate's Swamp Fruit

The tavern fell into silence. Claire and others looked at each other, their eyes scanning around the tavern, but they did not find any monster that Wilder mentioned. .If you want to watch the full version for free, please search on Baidu

The two people at the bar looked at each other, and a deadly and dignified atmosphere permeated.

"What does Mr. Wilder mean by this?" Barrett was silent for a while, as if he was digesting Wilder's words, and then said.

"Hahaha, just kidding. I listened to Mr. Barrett's legend about those monsters today, and suddenly I got interested and wanted to scare you. I'm sorry."

Wilder was indeed joking. People in the tavern all have eyes. It is easy to see whether there are monsters or not. What is this if he is not joking?

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Upon hearing this, Barrett made a relieved expression and raised his head with a helpless smile. "I have to say, Mr. Wilder, that you have achieved your goal. I am indeed frightened."

The tavern became a little livelier, whether it was because of Wilder's acting skills or Barrett's, or whether he was acting. All in all, the solemn atmosphere dissipated.

Only Claire and others were worried. They knew that Wilder must have a purpose, otherwise he would not be sitting here chatting enthusiastically with people if Asin disappeared.

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Several people thought about it.

Yves, Bacon, and Claire kept secretly looking at everything in the tavern, but in the end they could only prove that Wilder was indeed joking.

"Is there anything in the bar?"

Just when the atmosphere returned to normal, Wilder outside the bar once again said something calming.

The smile on Barrett's face softened a little, and the eyes he looked at Wilder had a different meaning.

"After much thought, I still feel that what Mr. Wilder just said was not a joke, so what is Mr. Wilder's purpose?"

"I should be the one to ask you this." Wilder took a sip of wine, a shadow formed around his eyes, and he looked at him expressionlessly, "What is Mr. Barrett's purpose?"

The tavern fell into silence again. The crew members had put their hands on the knives and guns at their waists, and their eyes were fixed on Barrett in the bar.

Barrett glanced at it, didn't pay attention, and turned his head to focus on Wilder.

"I'm sorry that I live here. I don't have any purpose. If I have any purpose, maybe I just want people to be real."

"Real" Wilder showed an interested smile in response.

"Yes, Mr. Wilder thinks that what a person should be is real."

Barrett's voice had a strange flavor, and his eyes swept across the crowd. For some reason, everyone felt cold, and the original warm feeling in the tavern no longer existed.

"I was originally a noble." Without waiting for Will to answer, Barrett continued, his voice filled with suppressed excitement. "I was born to enjoy privileges and wealth that most people do not have."

"If I remember correctly, you told me in the evening that you were an ordinary businessman." Wilde interjected.

"Yes." Barrett did not deny it and nodded. "That was later. Before that, I was a nobleman. You know, Mr. Wilder, on the sea, the most disgusting thing for people is the nobleman. I mean It's those lowly common people who hate us because they don't have any. Maybe they have more reasons to refute, but in the final analysis it's just because they are not nobles. Therefore, they hate us as nobles.

Just like, two partners who originally got along well gradually realize the difference between each other in the process of growing up, then they will become estranged, and then the inferior partner will have an unbalanced mentality, then hostility and disgust, and in the end it will be hurt. , you know what I mean Mr. Wilder. "

"The common people hurt the nobles. They designed the nobles and pushed the nobles off their noble seats. So, do you think real people are as ugly and evil as them?

Human nature is sinful. Real people are sinful. Therefore, I hope that there will be no more designs and disguises. Wouldn’t it be better to expose Chi Guoguo’s sins?

No matter what they were before, their essence is the same evil, including me and of course Mr. Wilder. I will naturally forgive those who cannot discover their own evil, so I gave them the opportunity and I made them become evil. "

The deep and hoarse voice seemed to come from hell. Barrett unconsciously added a little more of this voice when he was speaking. Wilder felt that this voice was very familiar, just like the roars of those monsters in the jungle before.

Barrett said and cast his eyes on Claire in the tavern, "Miss, you are too hypocritical. You want to pity an old woman today, right? But you are too hypocritical. The real you is actually evil, but you I didn't realize it, but I can help you and make you realize your own evil." As he spoke, Barrett opened his eyes that had been squinting, and black mist lingered in his eyes, and he seemed to have lost his calmness.

"I don't want to listen to your nonsense, Barrett, now tell me the truth about this island." Wilder lifted Barrett up and looked at him coldly.

Barrett lowered his head and looked at Wilder who suddenly showed a weird smile. "I am a noble. Later I became a businessman. I almost died. I discovered my evil. When someone takes the initiative to touch me, he will follow me." All the same, they have become evil.”

The evil whispers were like chants from hell. Wilder's pupils flickered slightly, and his soul began to throb again, and this feeling became more intense the longer he held Barrett.

"This island will have a story, a story that covers up the evil. Let me keep those who are ready to meet the evil. There are too few people. I need to keep them with stories, otherwise they will be suspicious, just like I kept you." Same.

If there is no story, will you be suspicious? You will wonder where the people on this island have gone. You will be afraid. You will escape. The night is my world, and they will fall in the night. Be like them and become one of the evil ones."

At this time, Barrett was like a lunatic talking wildly. Although he was caught by Wilder, he still didn't make any other movements. He just changed from staring at Wilder to everyone in the tavern, with a deep and hoarse voice. The words were like chanting some kind of spell, and gradually, something more appeared in the tavern.

At some point in the air, a black mist floated, strands and strands, coming together from invisible to tangible.

The hoarse and deep roar was roaring, the quiet tavern was not satisfied with the warmth, and a trace of coolness rose from the hearts of everyone.

Pirate's Swamp Fruit