Pirates: Breath of Kalei at the beginning

[Current role: My Wife Zenitsu]

【Level: ★★★☆】

[From the plane: "Demon Slayer"]

[Ability 1: Hearing that is different from ordinary people]

[Ability 2: Breathing Method of Thunder—Type One to Seven]

[Ability 3: Exclusive weapon - Golden Sun Blade (it will automatically return if the distance exceeds [-] meters)]

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[Current usable wealth value: 1765 million Baileys]

【Is it used for lottery? 】

"Don't smoke!"

Thor shouted in his head.

Are you kidding me? I only have a little over 1000 million beli left in total now. If I use all this money for lottery draws, will I still be alive?

Speaking of which, in the eight years since I opened my store, I have made a total of more than 1 million Baileys, right?

As a result, after this intermittent lottery, more than 9000 million was gone, and only a high-level character card, Zenitsu Gatsuma, was drawn. This is not a lottery, this is simply a money grab!

Grab money! ! !

Cursing in his mind, while checking the system panel in his mind, he neatly placed the remains of dozens of naval corpses that he had salvaged from the seabed in the middle of a pile of firewood.

He put his hands together, closed his eyes, rushed forward and bowed with a very pious expression, and then said:

"Nanwuheheluodathatuoluoyeye

Namo Ah Yeh

Po Lu Jie Di Shuo Bo La Ye..."

Um..

Thor, who was chanting something intently, suddenly stopped.

Although One Piece was drawn by a Japanese, the world background seems to be more Western, right?

I should be fine with reciting the Great Compassion Mantra when I am here in the Western world to save the souls of the dead, right?

Thor muttered quietly.

No matter what, I’ve already recited it, so what if I don’t finish reciting it?

If the process is not completed and the ghosts of these guys come to him in the middle of the night and demand their lives, then who should he talk to for explanation?

Just when he was about to continue reading, he saw Minian standing next to the corpse, holding a torch in her hand, and lit all the piled firewood.

Sol: "..."

"I'm so hungry, Captain. When are we going to eat?"

After clapping her hands, Minian walked over and said as if nothing had happened.

"Eat, eat, eat. You only know how to eat in one day. Are you a loser?" Thor was furious.

Damn it, didn’t you see that your captain is offering salvation to others? He’s not sensible at all!

"Isn't that what you said? When you are out at sea, you have to be in the best fighting condition at all times. I am hungry now and my physical strength is weakening. If I encounter another situation later, I will not be able to fight!"

Minian bent down and held her stomach, making a weak expression.

Sol immediately laughed when he heard this.

Have you ever come in handy?

"Of course, I'm also afraid that I will be too hungry to run and accidentally implicate the captain." Minian added.

"Oh, what you said makes sense."

Sol nodded with great satisfaction, "It is a rare thing to know how much you weigh..."

"Would you like to go?"

Minian said a little crazy.

"Let's go, let's take you to eat seafood noodles."

"Ah, are you eating seafood noodles again?"

"Have you forgotten what I said again? You are out at sea..."

"I know, when going to sea, the most important thing is to be diligent and frugal! But we have been eating seafood noodles for a week straight."

"What's wrong with a week? The seafood noodles are so delicious. I can eat them for a year, let alone a week. Besides, in this era of pirates, having enough to eat every day is enough. Not bad, okay? You are still picky, you have forgotten what I said before, you are out at sea..."

"Stop! Eat, why don't I eat?"

Minian covered her ears, "Don't read it, don't read it, your ears will bleed if you read it again!"

"Haha, you feel impatient now, don't you? That's not what you said when you begged to go to sea with me."

"I listen to you, can't I just listen to you..."

The conversation between the two gradually faded away.

Only a pile of corpses were left, slowly turning into ashes under the raging fire.

...

It's still the East China Sea, an unknown town.

"The market here is indeed much more prosperous than where we stayed last time."

Thor looked around for a long time, and his eyes suddenly stopped on a weapons store.

After a while, he took Minian in.

"Guest, are you here to see the knife?"

Seeing that Sol had a long knife on his waist, the shop owner immediately greeted him warmly.

"Yes." Sol nodded, "Select out all the best-quality knives in your store and show them to me."

"OK, just a second."

Hearing this, the shop owner's eyes suddenly lit up, and he happily ran to the warehouse to get the knife. He thought it was a treasure of the shop, and he never showed it to the outside world, just waiting for a destined person or something like that.

Sure enough, 2 minutes later.

"call!"

After blowing off the dust on the box, the shop owner took out a long knife that looked nothing special and had a very rough texture, and handed it to Thor.

"This guest, this is a family heirloom passed down from generation to generation by my ancestors..."

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, Sol interrupted him directly and said: "Ten more!"

Shop owner:? ? ?

no..

A family heirloom.

Do you understand what heirloom means?

Ten more?

What's wrong with you?

Are you sick?

"And besides this one, I want all the knives in your store that are of decent quality!"

With a wave of his hand, Sol threw all the bags filled with money on the counter.

"If it's not enough, I'll go get it. I still have some money on board..."

Ignoring the confused expression of the store owner, as Sol was talking, he saw Minian behind him suddenly rush up and throw back all the money bags he threw on the counter.

"You're crazy, Captain, why do you need so many swords? You're not a three-sword swordsman!"

"You do not understand."

Thor shook his head and replied with the expression of someone who had come over: "Everything must be prepared. What if my sword is broken during the battle and there is no replacement?"

"Then just buy one as a backup." Minian said.

Sol shook his finger again this time, "What if the spare one is also broken? At this time, you need to use the spare one..."

As Sol was talking, he put the knives on the shelves around him one by one into the bamboo basket beside him. Every time he put one in, he would mutter one sentence:

"It's a backup, it's a backup, it's a backup, it's a backup, it's a backup."

Minian: "..."

Good guy, let's put the matryoshka here, right?

Snapped!

With a slap on the back of Thor's hand, which was carefully (xia) selecting (8) (na), Minian threw the bamboo basket full of knives back to the store, and then picked it up casually. With two ordinary long knives, he dragged Thor and ran outside.

"The remaining 20 Baileys on the table are exactly one hundred thousand, so there's no need to look for them!"

After the words fell, the shop owner was left holding his family heirloom, looking at the backs of these two strange figures, and fell into deep thought for a while.

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