Pirate: I, destroy the engine

When all the fans left, only An Erte was left standing.

Fike sat cross-legged on the ground again and picked up a piece of food:

"Sit down! Let's eat something together."

The other hand used a move against Erte, without any idol baggage.

"Thank you Lord Fike."

Erte grinned and sat down cross-leggedly.

Fike took a bite of food, chewed it slowly, and stared at Erte.

"Well... tell me! Your story."

After staring at Erte until he felt a little restless, Fick chuckled.

An Erte, who is only over 1.6 meters tall, has a very childish face and is definitely no more than fifteen or sixteen years old.

"This...I, I don't have a story to tell!"

Erte hesitated for a moment, then quibbled with a smile.

"Nothing to say? Are you sure?"

Fike put down the empty plate and smiled teasingly:

"In this city of gourmet food, you must have seen countless pirates, right?"

"You should know that being a pirate is not as good as you think."

"Why do you want to worship me as a pirate?"

Food City is one of the seven islands in the first half of the route. Coupled with its reputation, many pirates will land every day.

Anter should know very well how cruel pirates are.

This is not a small place like the East China Sea, and not all pirates have red hair.

Ant, who is used to seeing ferocious pirates, how could he admire him as a pirate if he didn't have a story?

Fike could tell that the short Anter actually had some strength.

His hands were covered with calluses from practicing swordsmanship for a long time, and his body was full of tendons under his loose clothes.

Moreover, An Erte is not an ambitious person, otherwise he would not be admired.

Anter fell silent, his eyes gradually turning red.

"Please Master Fike teach me the art of swordsmanship."

Anter knelt on the ground and kowtowed hard to Fick.

A stream of blood flowed from An Erte's forehead.

"I thought you would ask me to help you take revenge!"

Fick withdrew his scrutinizing gaze, continued to pick up the food, and joked.

"Get up! Let's talk about what's going on first."

Without looking at Erte, Fick's tone was very calm.

In this sea, people with miserable life experiences can be seen everywhere, and they don’t have that much sympathy for others.

Anter looked up and sat cross-legged on the ground again.

"There's really nothing to say."

After a moment of silence, Anter ignored the blood on his forehead and smiled:

"It's just a common story. My parents were killed by a group of pirates."

He didn't want to be too specific about this kind of thing and render himself into a tragic character.

In this city of delicious food, there are many orphans, and he is not the only one.

Fike fell silent and turned his head slightly to look at the center of the city.

In that place, there is a tall tower with the navy's seagull logo printed on the wall.

Even though his parents were killed by pirates, Ant admired him as a pirate.

His story is not as simple as he told it!

"Did the Xibei Pirates do it?"

After a while, when Fike finished another plate of food, he continued to ask.

This question made Erte stunned and nodded blankly:

"Hmm! Does Lord Fick also know about this little pirate group?"

His enemy is just a pirate with a bounty of 8000 million.

Compared to Lord Fike, it can be said that it is not worth mentioning.

Of course, 8000 million pirates are definitely not people he can deal with now.

"Ha ha."

Fick smiled and shook his head, pushing two plates of food in front of Anter:

"Eat more, it's time to grow your body."

"Go back after eating and have a good sleep."

"I'll wait for you at the beach in the west tomorrow morning."

Fike reached out and patted Erte as a gesture of comfort and explained.

Fick already understood the entire story of Anert.

Probably, similar to Nami!

This is also the goal of his trip, to clean up the navy's worms.

According to the Navy's investigation, all members of the Navy branch of Food City are corrupt.

You know, the Navy Headquarters arrives at Justice Island through the Gate of Justice.

It only takes less than five hours to come to the city of gourmet food.

How dare a navy dare to collude with pirates at such a close distance.

Moreover, it has not been discovered for many years, and the branch has not reported any reports from the navy.

No one from the Food City even went to Judiciary Island to report.

One can imagine how serious the level of corruption in these navies is.

Fike came here this time to completely destroy this branch.

To be honest, Fick dislikes the Navy's secretive behavior.

In order to maintain the so-called image of justice, we never dare to make such corruption public.

Let him, an undercover pirate, handle such internal matters.

Of course, another reason for letting him come to deal with it is to confirm his identity as a pirate.

After destroying a naval branch, almost no one would suspect that he was an undercover agent.

Anter looked at Fike blankly, lowered his head and ate silently with tears streaming down his face.

After eating a few more plates of food, Anert got up until he couldn't eat any more.

He bowed respectfully to Fike and left.

"Anter, it's not good to worship me as a pirate."

Staring at Erte's back, Fike spoke softly:

"The Navy is not what you think."

"This world needs you to see it clearly, really see it clearly."

“Seeing is not necessarily believing, you have to see with your heart and experience with your heart.”

Fick could see that Anert, who had been practicing swordplay for many years but did not wear a sword, was very angry.

If he had a sword on him, even the smallest thing would make him draw the sword.

Erte's life was too depressing.

His kindness allowed him to resist the urge to draw his sword.

Anter did not look back, and his pace gradually accelerated.

"Remember, bring your sword with you tomorrow."

"Don't draw your sword before you see me!"

Fike continued to explain, his tone seemed serious.

With his back to Fick, Anter made an OK gesture and quickly ran away.

"Ha ha."

Fike smiled softly and felt much better.

One branch, a navy of more than 500 people, all of whom are corrupt.

To deal with this kind of thing, of course, made Fick feel heavy.

Now, being able to save a kind-hearted young man who was about to go astray was not bad.

If he hadn't met him, Anert would have become a murderer in a short time.

After all, armed with sharp weapons, murderous intentions arise naturally.

Unlike him and Sauron, Erte practiced swordsmanship just for revenge.

It can be said that Anter has been sharpening his knife and preparing to kill people.

Even if he can hold back killing people now, he will never be able to stop once he actually kills someone.

Of course, with his weak strength, he is more likely to be killed.

In this gourmet city, there are chefs with superb knife skills everywhere.

"Ugh……"

Fike picked up the food at hand and sighed:

"Why bother! Aren't you satisfied with making money with your cooking skills?"

Fike picked up a fish bone and threw it at a chef in the distance.

"Greedy!"

The fish bone shot past quickly and penetrated half an inch between the chef's eyebrows.

The black and purple color immediately spread from the center of the chef's eyebrows.

Before he could even utter a scream, the chef lost his voice.

There are always some people who overestimate their abilities.

Fick can only do it.