A Pirate's Counting Life

"How much is it?"

Mark walked to a stall, knelt down and picked up a mermaid sculpture and looked at it carefully. The stall owner was a silver carp fish man. Seeing that Mark liked it so much, he quickly said

"Fifty thousand Baileys!"

"Twenty thousand!"

Mark stretched out two fingers and prepared to negotiate the price. The silver carp and fish man lowered their heads and got entangled in confusion. After a second, they raised their heads and prepared to quote a conscientious price. The fish man stretched out three fingers towards Mark and was about to say something.

Then he saw Moxi, the idol of Fishman Street, walking towards him and putting his hand on the fat sheep's shoulder with a very familiar look.

"Three hundred Baileys..."

The smile on Mark's face froze. Seeing his idol looking at him, the Silver Carp Fish Man quickly said, "Since you are Brother Moxi's friend, you are my friend. If you like this sculpture, take it."

The silver carp fish man gave the sculpture to Mark, and then showed a pitiful look to Moxi. Moxi shook his head and said softly.

"Mark, don't mind, this is the case here."

Moxi looked like he knew what he was doing, and Mark put away the sculpture in a funny way, took out a thousand Baileys from his arms and handed it to the fishman.

"Take it, I never let my friends suffer!"

The silver carp fishman glanced at Moxxi and accepted Bailey with a smile when the other party nodded.

Mark's treatment was obviously much better with Moxie by his side, at least there was no such scene as slaughtering a fattened sheep again.

Mark held a bunch of souvenirs in his hand and followed Moxxi to Fishmen Street. All the fishmen along the way hated Mark. If Moxxi hadn't been there, Mark estimated that they would have rushed up one after another.

Moxi took Mark to his house and whispered, "They are actually very simple. It's just that many of their kind have been captured by humans in recent years, which makes them like this..."

Seeing the uncomfortable expression on Moxi's face, Mark shook his head and smiled, indicating that he didn't mind.

"Brother Moxi!"

A snapper fishman about two years old ran out of the room and hugged Moxi's calf, with a nostalgic smile on his face.

"This is the child of a good friend of mine. His parents were killed by a giant sea king when they were out, so I adopted him."

Moxi bent down and gently stroked the snapper's head. When he realized that there was a stranger present, the snapper hid behind Moxi in fear and looked at Mark cautiously with his head exposed.

“Very cute little guy”

Mark came to Moxi's side, knelt down and took out a jade pendant and handed it to the snapper.

"Little guy, this is my meeting gift for you."

The snapper fishman glanced at Moxi with some confusion. When he nodded, he carefully reached out and took the jade pendant, saying in a low voice, "Thank you!"

Mark liked this kind of polite fishman very much. He stretched out his hand and rubbed the other person's head. He found that it felt surprisingly good and couldn't help but rub it again. The snapper fishman lowered his head and looked at the exquisitely crafted jade pendant in his hand and decided to bear with Mark. Actions.

"Ha ha ha ha"

Looking at the depressed little guy, Mark laughed heartily and ate some sashimi at Moxie's house. Mark slowly stood up and prepared to leave.

"I still have a mission and we'll meet again next time."

Moxi nodded and stood up, preparing to send Mark back to the warship. When he walked to the door, he whispered to the snapper fishman, "Tiger, please stay home and I'll be back in a minute!"

"Okay! Goodbye Uncle Mark!"

Tiger nodded seriously, then waved his short hand towards Mark. Mark smiled and waved to him. After the two of them walked away, Tiger slowly closed the door.

"You're very polite, little guy. I didn't realize you had the talent to teach."

Mark looked at Moxi with an incredulous look, and then circled around him in a serious manner.

"It has nothing to do with me. That child is very kind."

A smile appeared on Moxi's face, and the two walked to the dock where the warship was docked. Moxi nodded to the fishman guarding here, and then boarded the warship with Mark.

More than a dozen fishmen escorted the warship slowly out of the fishman island. Mark stood at the stern of the ship and waved to Moxxi.

A few hours later, the warship slowly emerged from the sea. Mark opened his arms and took a deep breath of air. He preferred the vast sky to the gloomy sea bottom.

The warship headed towards the nearest branch. Mark's main task this time was to protect the remaining territory of the Navy in the New World. Many strong men emerged from this riot.

Each of those familiar names touched his nerves. In addition to those familiar strong men, there were also many hidden old monsters who took this opportunity to come out and stir up trouble.

The Maya Sea area that Mark is going to now is the branch closest to Mary Joa, and it is also the safest branch now. The Lieutenant General stationed there is Mark's old acquaintance Lieutenant General Hals.

In the past, when the New World was stable, he had the most leisure time among all the lieutenant generals assigned abroad. If he had nothing to do, he would apply to cross the Holy Land and return to Malinfando.

Looking at the sea in the distance, a smile appeared on Mark's face. Thinking of the other party's thousands-mile rescue, it seemed like it was yesterday. As soon as the warship entered the Maya Sea, Mark called Hals.

"Boy, where have you been?"

"Just entered the Maya Sea"

There was a smile on Mark's face. The person on the phone was surprised at first and then said excitedly, "You came at the right time. The branch in Harvey's area just happened to send a message asking for help. You should just drop by."

Looking at the phone bug with his head drooping, Mark resisted the urge to crush him. Harvey Sea is a week's sailing distance from Maya Sea, and Mark wanted to follow the network cable and grab Hals' neck to greet his family.

"Change direction and let's go to the Harvey Sea area. Wherever the branch needs support!"

Mark looked at the navigator with a gloomy face. The navigator, who was originally imagining how cool he would be after docking, heard Mark's words and was about to refute when he saw Mark's ugly look.

The navigator dejectedly walked to the warehouse to look for the permanent pointer to Harvey's maritime branch.

Mark looked at the sky in the distance with some distress, praying in his heart that the Harvey Sea Area could support it. The Navy only had three branches in the New World: Maya Sea Area, Harvey Sea Area, and Yellen Sea Area. He didn't want to lose money just after he came to the New World. A stronghold.

"Lieutenant General Moody's pirates have attacked the port."

A navy lieutenant came to the command center in a panic. Modi, who was wearing a brown suit and a mohawk, stood up slowly.

"I have asked for help from two other branches, and Lieutenant General Hals has sent rescue troops over."

Modi stood up and put his coat of justice on his body, and walked outside the headquarters. When he passed by the second lieutenant, he stretched out his hand to straighten his clothes and said in a deep voice, "Calm down! As an officer, you must set an example!"

"Yes! Lieutenant General Mo Di!"

The second lieutenant solemnly saluted Mo Di and turned around to run towards the battlefield. Mo Di used his cognition color to sense the situation on the island as he moved forward.

The pirates who came to attack included two strong men with ordinary strength as lieutenant generals. If these two people were not ignored by him ten years ago, he could kill them with minor injuries five years ago.

But since he had a heart attack three years ago, his strength has been somewhat erratic. When his condition was stable, he was an elite lieutenant general. When he had a heart attack, he would repeatedly jump between the peak major general and the ordinary lieutenant general. .