Pirate Lord of the Void

night.

The lights are dim and the sea breeze is gentle.

Heber lifted his teeth with the fish bone he had just eaten, then flicked it with two fingers and threw it into the pile of garbage.

He stood up immediately, walked to the mirror, and pressed down his hair like weeds.

"Well, my height has increased slightly, about two centimeters."

A smile finally appeared on Heber's face, feeling that his half-day work was not in vain.

Although he had eaten so much at one time, his stomach had no obvious fluctuations. Except for the pure energy in the food, the rest was turned into steam and dissipated.

Just when Heber was immersed in himself, a chill suddenly appeared.

Heber glanced at the bed in the corner speechlessly.

The unique aura exuding from Beate's body was too strong.

As long as he wakes up consciously, this kind of aura will be exuded from his body involuntarily.

Heber didn't know what was going on, but it was hard to ask, so he could only keep it secretly in his heart.

"You're awake?" Heber turned around and greeted casually.

Beate ignored Heber, pursed her lips, and looked at the pile of bones on the table, feeling speechless.

He was drowsy just now and woke up because of the aroma of food filling the room.

But now when I woke up, I saw only scraps, not even any leftovers.

"These are all for you to eat"

"Yes"

Heber nodded and then continued, "Well, I didn't know when you would wake up, so I didn't leave it for you. Don't you mind?"

"I'm not hungry"

Beate replied coldly, and then touched the wounds on her body. After realizing that there was nothing wrong, she got up and got out of bed to continue exercising.

"I'll go, so brave"

This was the first time for Heber to see such a perseverant person. He started exercising even before his wounds healed.

Seeing that Beate ignored him, Heber felt a little dissatisfied.

So he slowly came to Beate's side, lowered his head and whispered, "Who is Lulu?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the temperature in the room suddenly plummeted.

Immediately afterwards, Heber felt the strong wind whistling around his neck, and it was Beate's fist that was like a tiger attacking.

Like a conditioned reflex, Heber leaned back, then raised his hand to grab Beate's fist.

Beate's eyes were filled with cold light. Because of his height, his fist that originally attacked his neck suddenly shrank.

Then the fist pointed upwards, lowered a few inches, and turned to attack Heber's chest.

"interesting."

Heber sneered, and then the hand that was originally grabbing suddenly turned into a knife.

Aiming at Beate's arm joint, he cut it down with a diameter.

"boom"

Beate snorted softly, only to feel that her forearms were no longer in control.

Heber seized the opportunity and suddenly stepped forward. His other hand turned into a knife and stabbed Beate in the abdomen.

"asshole"

Beate cursed secretly, quickly exerted force on her legs, took a few steps back, and avoided Heber's attack.

Seeing this, Heber did not take advantage of the victory to attack, but just stood there and looked at Beate calmly.

"Despicable" Beate said with a cold face.

"Ah."

Heber said disdainfully, "In terms of despicableness, it should be you who suddenly attacked me. If it weren't for my pretty good skills, I would be lying on the ground now."

"Humph."

Beate snorted coldly and did not want to delve further into this topic. Instead, she asked, "How do you know the name Lulu?"

"Nonsense, of course you told me that." Heber said angrily.

"impossible"

Beate quickly retorted, "I don't even know you, how could I tell you my sister's name."

"Oh~ turns out she is your sister."

Heber nodded and smiled.

"You are despicable." Beate's chest rose and fell violently, and she secretly cursed herself as an idiot for accidentally saying it out loud.

I didn't expect this guy to be a leaker, Heber thought to himself as he looked at Beate who looked regretful.

"Okay, don't be angry, otherwise you'll be so angry that you won't be able to avenge your sister."

Heber said, picked up the wine bottle on the table, threw it towards the other party, and said with a smile, "Can you drink?"

Beate took the wine bottle, snorted coldly, and poured a few gulps into his mouth in front of Heber.

It seemed that the anesthesia of alcohol allowed Beate to calm down a little.

"You have good skills. Who did you learn from?"

"Well," Heber drawled, seeming to be thinking about how to answer.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it, I don't care." Beate said immediately after.

Damn it, uncle, what happened to your child? Did I say I didn’t want to talk about it? It’s been so long, don’t I need time to recall the memories?

The corners of Heber's mouth twitched, feeling unhappy.

The kid in front of me is so annoying, he looks so arrogant and always likes to criticize others.

But since the other party didn't want to listen, Heber wouldn't talk anymore, so he changed the subject and said, "Boy, don't always act like you don't want to let strangers in."

"We have lived in the same room for several days, and I have taken care of you for a long time. I still don't know your name."

Beate thought for a while and felt that it was time to get to know the dwarf in front of him. After all, this man looked very weak, but through the previous fight, he found that the other person was not useless.

"My name is Jerome Beate."

Is your last name Jerome?

Heber thought about it and found that there was no impression of this name in his mind, and he felt that the other person's "previous life" should be a helper.

But Heber still reported his name.

Seeing that Heber did not continue to speak, Beate began his training again.

Heber was speechless, feeling that this kid was just a cultivator.

But why not myself? In my previous life, I worked hard to make money and had prosthetic limbs modified in order to gain greater strength.

But in today's world, I also have a "golden finger" with huge potential.

If you don't reach the top, you will really be sorry for this abnormal ability.

Heber suddenly smiled, then imitated Beate and squatted down before standing up.

Now his body index has returned to normal, and the muscles in his body are hungry and thirsty, waiting for exercise.

The physique is far beyond that of ordinary people and can withstand his random kneading.

Beate looked at Heber with a surprised expression, and said with some doubts, "You don't want to sleep."

"Not sleepy yet." Heber smiled.

Beate curled her lips and said, "Yeah, it's up to you, as long as it doesn't affect me."

Then he withdrew his gaze and continued his practice.

"Why do you practice hard every day?" Heber asked again.

Beate paused for a moment, then asked, "Then what are you doing for?"

"For the ideal in my heart," Heber squatted down again, with a look of longing on his face.

"Is it ideal?" Beate thought back to her first day of sword training and muttered to herself, "Then so do I."

At night, with the flickering lights, two children, one tall and one short, made the same movements.

Sweat poured down from his body, and the originally dry ground gradually became stained with water.