Pirate Spring Fruit

"Protect me quickly! Guards! Where are the guards!"

The king's screams, like those of a pig being killed, resounded throughout the palace.

But in this extremely spacious hall, only three people could still stand.

No, the king is slumped on the ground now, so there should be two people.

Seeing this situation, the assassin could only suppress all the doubts in his heart, gritted his teeth, and rushed up in front of Bellamy.

For things like charging, warriors are more professional.

As for the assassin, apart from being a little more tragic and tragic during the desperate charge, there is nothing worthy of praise.

Bellamy's eyes were completely focused on his feet, and he didn't care about the rest.

The assassin rushed in front of Bellamy in an almost silent movement.

Before he could raise the dagger, Bellamy knocked it away.

"I understand, it's a cat."

This time Bellamy could see clearly that when the assassin moved, he looked like a cat hunting.

Pacing softly and turning flexibly, the body moved near the target.

Such a unique footwork made Bellamy feel that this trip was worthwhile.

He couldn't help but imitate this gait and started walking in the palace.

After taking a few steps, the physical advantages of being a spring man slowly began to show.

When Bellamy's soles touch the ground, as long as he exerts force carefully, the reaction force will be completely absorbed by his body.

No sound will come from his feet, if he can eliminate all the noises made when his body moves.

Then Bellamy has completely mastered this silent movement.

The assassin just got up from the ground and saw a scene that horrified her as soon as she got up.

This man actually just looked at her once and walked in silently.

"monster!"

Where did this guy come from?

Why would such a monster appear in the North Sea?

"Your Majesty, run away quickly, I am no match for him!"

Even though he knew he was no match, he still risked his life to protect the king.

How could this fat pig have such great charisma that he could command the loyalty of a skilled assassin?

"Have you been trained to be a dead soldier since childhood?" Bellamy easily guessed the truth.

The eyes that were originally slightly appreciative slowly turned into pity.

He rarely pities others. This time, he softened his heart for a rare moment.

"A being that is more miserable than a slave. Since you taught me a footwork, let me help you get out of this sea of ​​misery."

Bellamy's figure disappeared instantly, and the next second, he quietly appeared behind the assassin.

After using the silent step technique, Bellamy moved as if he was moving instantly.

This was no longer as simple as fast. The assassin didn't even have time to show a horrified expression before a huge force hit her from behind.

This dead soldier who was loyal to the royal family felt as if he was hit by a heavy cannon in the back. He flew backwards and hit the luxurious throne hard.

Her body was like a rag doll, rolling rapidly on the ground a few times, and then lost all breath.

"Remember to come back and repay me in the next life."

This is not just a joke, there is a danger in this world.

Bellamy was serious when he said this.

Now, it's time to deal with this trash king.

It's just a little strange that no one has come to the rescue after so long.

When he was in the sky just now, he clearly saw many soldiers gathering.

Where had those soldiers gone? Bellamy felt something was wrong.

This kingdom is really weird.

"Hey, are you really the king?"

"Don't kill me, I have a lot of treasures!" Brulu III was so frightened that he peed his pants.

Seeing Bellamy turn his head, he almost fainted from fright.

It seems that nothing can be learned from this waste.

Bellamy casually put a palm on his head and pushed his head into his stomach.

"I didn't want to kill you at first. After all, you have a name with the World Government."

But just kill, just kill, it's a casual matter, it all depends on your mood.

Who told him to keep howling there, which made him upset?

Just when Bellamy was about to go back to join his companions, there was a rush of footsteps from the palace gate.

Don't come early, don't come late, come at this time.

If this was a coincidence, it would be a bit insulting to his intelligence.

Not long after, a group of richly dressed nobles walked in with a few bloody guards.

You can tell at a glance that these guards are masters, and their blood is richer than Bellamy's.

This is the terrifying aura that you can only possess after fighting countless times on the sea.

This kingdom must have its own trump card, Bellamy knew this before taking action.

He originally thought that this trump card was in the king's hand, but now it seems that this is not the case.

This king is more like a watchdog for these nobles.

Bellamy's eyes slowly narrowed. Anyone who knows him well knows that usually when he makes such an expression, it means that he is serious.

"Mr. Pirate, can you sit down and talk?"

The nobles expressed their wish for peace talks as soon as they came up, rather than fighting.

What, the king is dead?

what about them.

Royal family matters will naturally be resolved by the royal family.

They are nobles and are only responsible to their own family.

A middle-aged nobleman with a beautiful beard, with a smile on his face, stepped forward with his hands spread out, showing his peaceful will.

Bellamy had no intention of taking action from the beginning. If the idiot officer hadn't shot him, he would have gone back after shopping at this time.

Since this group of people didn't want to continue fighting, it was exactly what he wanted.

Just fight if you want, make peace if you want, nothing in this world is so cheap.

"Okay, you can talk about it however you want."

The attitude of this group of nobles was too obvious, and they sent him away with a sum of money.

In this case, Bellamy naturally wanted the lion to open his mouth.

The middle-aged nobleman smiled and clapped his hands. After a while, the soldiers came up dragging several women and old people.

"Since it was Major Ruger who provoked Your Excellency, then naturally his family should be left to Your Excellency to deal with."

These women and old people were the officer's family members.

The soldier pushed them in front of Bellamy.

At this moment, everyone's eyes in the palace were fixed on Bellamy.

Curiosity, expectation, resentment, contempt, all kinds of things, none of them are exactly the same.

From their eyes, Bellamy felt the complexity of people's hearts.

Why do nobles do this?It's just a test.

Use a few lives to test his nature and strive for more favorable conditions in subsequent negotiations.

"These nobles have different tricks."

In troubled times, human life is as cheap as grass. What are troubled times? The era of great pirates is the most typical troubled times.