A Pirate's Counting Life

"He entered the kitchen, I counted one, two, three and we ran away."

While observing the boss's movements, Mark said to Shirley, "Three!"

Looking at Mark's back, Shirley was stunned for a second, then chased Mark in a panic. A minute later, the boss came out with a portion of broth.

"Two distinguished guests, this is the broth carefully prepared by the shop, specially brought to relieve your tiredness."

The boss smiled and walked around the plate. The next moment, the boss shivered and shouted with a pale face, "Ah! Damn it!"

After howling for a while, the boss hurriedly put down the broth and ran towards the door to watch the passers-by. The boss fell weakly on the door frame.

"Ah! You damn thief! My 180 million Baileys!!"

Pedestrians passing by looked sideways and looked at the boss with some confusion, but the boss just kept repeating this sentence.After listening to it a few times, passers-by shook their heads and left to continue doing their own things.

After wailing for a while, the boss returned to the hall in frustration and started to clear away the dishes. Suddenly he found a large pile of Baileys next to Mark's seat. He counted them and a smile appeared on his face. Although the 50 Baileys were only enough for the material cost, At any rate, I’m not at too much of a disadvantage this time.

After running two blocks away, Mark held on to a big tree with a smile on his face. He understood why Ace liked eating Overlord meals so much. The feeling of running away after eating was so exciting.

He thought he could learn from Ace in the future. He would first bow to his boss at [-] degrees, and then use Shaver to quickly escape from the scene of the crime.

"Hahaha"

Mark couldn't help but laugh. The passers-by looked at Mark as if they were looking at a fool.

"You can still laugh!"

Shirley, who finally caught up with Mark, hammered him on the back with both hands. Mark, who was still laughing, felt like he had been hit by a big truck.

His vision went dark and he almost lost his breath. After finally regaining his composure, he found that Shirley had already come to him and was about to throw a few punches in front of him. He was so frightened that he quickly reached out and grabbed Shirley's fists.

If this thing hits me, if I don't use armor to resist it, I'll probably get hammered and vomit blood again.

"You...let me go"

Shirley blushed and whispered to Mark. Seeing that Shirley's mood had stabilized, Mark quickly let go of Shirley's hand and leaned on the tree to breathe.

I silently mourned for the other person's future boyfriend for three seconds in my heart. If Shirley hit her chest with a small fist, I would probably go to dinner the next day.

After resting for a while, Mark slowly straightened his back and shook his waist awkwardly. Shirley also understood that she had done something wrong and stuck out her tongue at Mark, trying to be cute.

"Alas, we only have so many Baileys now."

Mark sighed and took out five 50 Baileys from his arms. Shirley said with some confusion, "Didn't you say before that there are still [-] Baileys?"

"I left it all to the boss. The money should be enough to pay for the materials. Three thousand beli for one person's beef is not what he said."

Mark said with some disdain. When he heard that Mark left the material fee, Shirley smiled, and the guilt in her heart dissipated a lot.

Suddenly a strong wind blew off the leaves on the trees. Before Shirley could express her appreciation for the beauty of the scenery, she saw a one hundred Bailey note in Mark's hand blown away by the wind.

Mark stretched out his hand to stop Shirley from chasing after him. He stood there with a calm face and waited for three minutes before another strong wind blew around him.

Mark calmly threw a one-hundred-beli bill into the air, preparing to follow the bill to find the one that had been blown away by the wind.

Ten minutes later, the two of them were sitting on a bench in the park. Shirley said with a look of displeasure, "Look, how can you pretend to be fine! Now it's fine, we only have three hundred Baileys left."

After saying that, regardless of the embarrassment on Mark's face, he snatched Bailey from Mark's hand and put it into his arms.

Mark scratched his head in embarrassment and defended himself, "This wind has different attributes than the previous one, so I didn't find it. How about you give me another hundred Baileys? I believe I can do it this time!"

Shirley turned her head and ignored Mark's howl. She had now begun to pray that the park bench wouldn't be too cold at night.

After sleeping in a warm bed for a while, she was a little unaccustomed to letting her sleep on the bench she used to sleep on.

Mark looked up at the sky and suddenly spotted a news bird. Mark rolled his eyes and said to Shirley aside, "Give me a hundred Baileys, and I can find a way for us to sleep in a hotel at night."

Shirley looked at Mark suspiciously, and after thinking for a second, she took out a hundred Baileys and handed it to him.

"Don't move around here, I'll go buy it... I'll come back as soon as I go."

Mark complained that he almost let it slip, but when he thought that no one in the world he was in could understand what he meant, he felt a dull feeling in his heart. This kind of self-entertainment was completely unacceptable. Make him happy.

Mark ran quickly down the street. When he passed by a residential building, he picked up a black silk scarf hanging on a hanger, covered his face and waved to the news bird in the sky.

Looking at the news bird descending towards him, Mark showed a smirk on his lips under the black silk scarf.

"Ooo~"

The news bird hovered in front of Mark, held a newspaper in its beak and handed it to Mark, then began to chirp

Mark reached out to take the newspaper, quickly grabbed the news bird with his left hand, and began to rummage through the other party's body.

"Just this little money? Are you motivated? How can you date a girlfriend or buy a house or a car if you don't have money? You are a scum among news birds."

Mark snatched the two thousand Baileys from the News Bird, grabbed the flapping News Bird with one hand, threw the opponent into the sky, turned around and ran away, waiting for the News Bird to control his body.

When I went to look for Mark again, I couldn't find any trace of him. Newsbird looked at the empty money bag a little aggrievedly.

He circled in the air for a few times before leaving unwillingly, remembering the appearance of the person just now in his mind.

I decided to report it to the boss, Morgans, when I went back, and issued a blacklist so that person would never be able to buy a newspaper again.

Mark hid under an eaves, looked at the sky cautiously, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the news bird leaving.

He casually pulled off the silk scarf and threw it away, then walked swaggering towards the park, when he saw Shirley on the bench looking towards him.

Mark waved his hand happily, and after approaching, he handed the two thousand Baileys to the other party. He looked at the Baileys and Shirley in his hand and exclaimed.

"Yeah! How did you do it?"

"secret"

Mark pretended to be mysterious and said, pointing to the hotel not far away, Mark said softly, "Let's go quickly, get some rest early, and we have to ask for the results tomorrow."

The two walked into the hotel and Shirley said to the boss behind the counter, "One room."

The boss accepted the thousand Baileys handed over by Shirley, handed a key to Mark, and said softly, "The fourth room on the left on the second floor."

After speaking, he gave Mark a thumbs up. Mark ignored the boss's dirty thoughts, followed Shirley up to the second floor, opened the door with the key, and laid the floor skillfully.

Shirley smiled and lay on the bed, rolling back and forth and having fun.

Mark ignored Shirley's childishness and fell directly onto the floor. After a while, Mark's steady breathing could be heard in the room.

Early the next morning, the two of them left the hotel and walked towards the Tree of Omniscientity. Shirley looked at Mark who was a little distracted and pulled on each other's sleeves.

"What are you thinking?"

"Nothing, I'm just looking forward to the information on the scroll."

Mark smiled at Shirley to ease the atmosphere. Shirley blinked and didn't ask any more questions.

Mark is still very interested in the information on the parchment scrolls. Historical texts are rare, and only O'Hara scholars can interpret them.

When they came to the door, Mark knocked lightly on the wooden door. It was the same old man who came to open the door yesterday, but the difference from yesterday was that the old man invited them to enter the Tree of Omniscientity.

Looking at the countless books around him, Mark was a little shocked. This was the first time he saw so many books.

The old man seemed very satisfied with the expressions of the two of them. He smiled and said to Mark, "If you are interested, you can visit at will."

Mark recovered from the shock, nodded towards the old man, and asked a little embarrassedly, "Dear scholar, do you have a devil fruit illustrated book here?"

The old man frowned and thought for a while and said with some uncertainty, "This thing seems to be in the utility room on the third floor. Because it is not an important book, it is not placed in the library. If you are interested, you can look for it later." "

"Thank you very much, distinguished scholar"

Mark bowed respectfully to the other party. The old man touched his beard and said with a smile, "The Tree of Omniscience welcomes everyone who is interested in knowledge and truth."

The corner of Mark's mouth twitched, and he felt like he was seeing a magic stick. If the other person added amen after finishing speaking, and then made a cross on his chest, it would be more like a magic stick.