Abducted a pirate hunter

"Let's talk, Shanks."

Beckman knew that everyone's reaction to Shanks was almost like watching a show, but letting Shanks continue like this was not the answer. Timely guidance was the right way.

...Although he doesn't really want to be a psychological counselor anymore.

But after returning from this trip, Shanks seemed to have suddenly enlightened himself. After learning what happened from De Ge, Beckman wanted to know how Shanks' thoughts had changed.

"Do you want to talk about Hill?" Shanks looked at him with a smile and said, "Don't worry, I already know that I am indeed a bit overprotective of her."

"No, just discovering this so late is already worrying." Beckman complained, "Sylphis has been adventuring with them for more than a year, okay?"

"So, have you discovered the reason for doing this?" Beckman held the wine glass while drinking and raised his eyes to observe his reaction.

"Well..." Shanks stroked his chin and said slowly as if he was thinking seriously: "I have always known that Hill has the ability to protect himself, but I don't know why I just want to protect her. Maybe it's hers." Her appearance makes people want to protect her well, right?"

"And I can't imagine her being hurt. She's obviously a pirate, but I want her to be pampered like a rich daughter. It's really weird."

Beckman smiled slightly and said, "This is the same for us."

The girl who was clearly a witch but had the purest appearance was the brightest and dazzling presence on their ship. None of them could imagine her bathing in blood, no matter whose blood it was.

The Flame Witch once told her that although she was a witch, Sylphis's appearance was more like that of an angel. Anyone who saw her would fall in love with her. It was hard to imagine that she was a arrogant and cold-blooded witch.

"Sure enough, you think so too, right!" Shanks received Beckman's approval and laughed with great confidence: "So this is what it feels like to have a little sister at home!"

Beckman's smile suddenly froze, Shanks' relieved laughter echoed in the air, and only the aura around Beckman condensed.

"..." Beckman reorganized his mind for a while, then let out an incredulous question: "Huh?"

what are you saying?

Why don't you just say it's your daughter?

Beckman, who was so shocked that he didn't even know where to start, stared deeply at the unconscious Shanks with a look that looked at a fool.

Seeing that Shanks didn't notice anything unusual about Beckman and drank the wine boldly, Beckman looked down at his own glass and drank it silently... along with everything at hand, he felt that he needed to be numb.

I'm tired, this guy is useless.

If anyone asks him to be this crazy psychologist again, he will throw him into the sea!

Beckman, who had been drinking all night, suddenly lost his mind and hit his head on the table with a bang.

Shanks was startled by the loud noise. He turned around and saw his painful expression and quickly advised him: "Beckman, if your head hurts too much, why don't you go get some hangover medicine?"

This is just banging your head against wood. How painful is a hangover?

When he heard the source of all the evil that gave him headaches speaking, Beckman just wanted to slap him awake, clenched his fists, and he endured it...

Shanks stared at the back of Beckman's head for a long time. Seeing that he didn't want to talk to him, he looked confused. Did he do something to offend Beckman again?

"...Shut up, I don't want to hear you talk." Beckman's voice came from the gap.

As for Sylphis' table, when faced with Sylphis's question, the three of them shook their heads in unison and said in unison: "No, I didn't say anything."

Suddenly denied by three overlapping words, Sylphis puffed up her cheeks and glared at them. The three of them turned away and their eyes wandered, but they didn't look at her.

They had obviously been talking there for a long time, what could they not tell her?

Sylvester rolled her eyes at them, stood up and walked towards Shanks.

The three of them immediately turned their heads and stretched their necks to look over, their eyes filled with the excitement of watching the excitement.

Sylvester patted Shanks on the shoulder and waited for him to turn around before speaking: "Shanks, I want to discuss something with you."

"What?" Shanks turned back with a bright smile. He was in a good mood and understood that Sylphis was more than just a partner to him, so he looked at her with eyes full of adoration without any concealment.

"..." Sylvester was choked. Although he usually smiled silly, what was going on with his overly sticky eyes?

Reilly glanced at the two of them with a smile, holding the wine glass with his fingers and narrowing his eyes in pleasure. This relationship of seeing through without telling was really exciting... although the man lying on the table next to him didn't think so.

Sylphis tried his best to ignore Shanks' gaze, cleared his throat and said, "I want to go to the slave auction tomorrow. Will you come with me?"

As soon as these words came out, the tavern suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes turned to the two people.

Shanks' smile faded slightly and he stared at Sylphis's expression for a while. Of course he didn't think Sylphis wanted to buy a slave, but it was just that it was easy to get into trouble by going to a place like that, not to mention now. She is still wanted by the Tianlong people, which is too dangerous.

"Of course it's okay if you want to go, but can I ask why?" Shanks raised the corners of his lips and asked with a smile.

"The Celestial Dragon who wants me will go there, and I want to go directly to erase his memory." Silphis did not notice their concerns, and explained calmly: "Although it is not possible to hide it forever, at least it can ensure that I won’t be pursued because of who I am until we leave.”

Of course it doesn't matter at other times, but I don't know why the top brass of the navy have been visiting the island one after another in the past few days. Sylphis still hopes that the entire group's partners will not be hunted down by the navy due to his own reasons.

Besides, she really didn't want to spend a week in hiding.

Although she struggled for a while between hiding from the navy for a week and risking contact with the Celestial Dragons in exchange for the remaining half of her freedom, Sylphis still chose the latter. Hiding in such a frustrating way was not what she wanted, just like she didn't want to It's like promising the teacher to hide for decades.

A witch is free, and so is a pirate. She is both a witch and a pirate. No matter what her identity is, she does not fit into such an oppressive way of living!

The companions looked away when Sylphis finished his first sentence, and the tavern became noisy again.

Shanks narrowed his eyes, what should I say...After this incident, he finally knew that other people had different ideas from him.

He could believe that there must be a reason for Sylphis' behavior, but other people would not trust her immediately when faced with sensitive matters. Although her suspicion disappeared after she said a sentence, Sure enough, it was still different from him.

He would ask that question again and again just to dispel other people's suspicions.

Beckman, who had been lying silently on the table, raised his hand and waved: "You go ahead, I and the others will stay here."

Sylvester's eyes lit up and he looked at Shanks. Shanks had no intention of refusing, so he accepted the offer.

Sylphis left to make preparations. Shanks stared thoughtfully in the direction she left without saying a word for a long time. Beckman finally raised his head, propped up his cheeks, glanced at the back of his head coolly and asked: "Is this considered a discovery?"

"Hmm... It's true that I didn't notice it at first." It should be said that he discovered it, but he didn't feel the gap so clearly. Even though he knew more about Sylphis than others, he still had that inexplicable sense of trust. It was surprising...it was surprising to him. Others might have realized it before, but he just didn't realize it.

But his intuition told him that Sylphis was indeed not a person with bad intentions and that he could trust him, he was sure of this.

"Are you doting on her like a family member?" Beckman asked.

Shanks nodded without hesitation: "Of course, she said that the witch has no parents or family, so let me be her family member!"

"...Oh." Beckman turned his head and said, forget it, that's probably all for now.

De Ge and the three people lay on the backs of their chairs and watched the whole process, each one hissing. They looked anxious. They looked at each other and raised their brows, as if they had some bad idea.

The next evening, the two of them quietly went to the venue of the slave auction. Because they did not have an invitation letter, they had to sneak in secretly if they wanted to enter the venue.

Shanks looked around for a moment with his hands folded, then turned around and said, "Wait here for me."

Then he ran out.

After a while, two men and women in gorgeous dresses were walking arm in arm on the street. The woman was elegant, but the man seemed a little stiff. The black-haired girl in a silver dress was smiling, her lips were moving slightly, and she seemed to be chatting with her male companion. Intimate whispers.

"Shanks, walk carefully, you are going to trip me." Sylvester gritted his teeth and warned with an unchanging expression.

Shanks usually walked freely and took steps that he wouldn't recognize, but suddenly he was restrained by a rigid suit and had to walk gracefully. He felt very uncomfortable.

Silphis once again stopped Shanks who was walking too fast, turned around, smiled, took out the invitation and handed it to the bodyguard at the door, and said dignifiedly and gracefully: "Trouble."

Shanks looked down at her, and it was no wonder that when they first met, they thought she was a noble who had escaped from somewhere. Her elegant behavior and noble temperament made her really not like someone from the same world as them.

The bodyguard took the invitation politely, glanced at the awkward Shanks coldly, looked down at the contents of the invitation, and the suspicious look in his eyes became clear, and returned the invitation to Sylphis in a cowardly manner, trying to please him. He smiled and said: "It turns out to be Miss Medal. Your male favorite has changed positions again! Didn't the previous one displease you?"

The two people's expressions suddenly froze, and Sylphis suddenly raised his head and glared at him: Whose invitation did you steal? !

Shanks looked innocent: I don't know, I just grabbed them because they were about the same size as us.

In this auction, everyone had a delicate mask on their face, so no one could tell who it was, so Shanks chose someone with a similar appearance to them.

Sylphis calmed down, raised his hand and gently took the invitation, and said with a smile: "What a shame, you can see that?"

"Of course, the figure before you is not so strong." The bodyguard showed a mean expression: "Is it because you are tired of playing?"

Sylphis opened her mouth and was about to reply, but Shanks, whose face suddenly changed, quickly grabbed her and took her away before the bodyguard said anything worse.

"What's wrong?" Sylvester asked confusedly as he almost caused him to stagger.

Shanks explained with a livid face: "That bodyguard knows the owner of the invitation, so it's better to say less to avoid revealing the secret."

The lower limit of these nobles is really no higher than that of pirates...