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"Making hot pot?"

The image of Chopper chained to the hot pot shelf flashed through Wayne's mind.

But now it is obviously impossible for Chopper to appear here.

"what's the situation?"

Let William stay here and Wayne walked out of the library by himself.

What greeted us were the smiling natives with ring beards and sideburns.

These two guys were the two guards who were attracted by Wayne's wine at the beginning.

They are currently using a stick to hold a man wearing a tattered dark brown shirt, white trousers, and a yellow scarf around his neck...

No, not people.

"cat?"

A pink triangular nose, two long beards, and drooping cat ears...

"Fur tribe?"

Wayne was sure it wasn't just a cat wearing clothes.

It's not the human-animal form of a cat fruit user.

Because the first two have a common feature - the joint structure of the feet is exactly the same as that of animals.

But this unlucky guy who was tied to the stick, although he looked miserable, was still human except for his head.

"Ah, it's Mr. Wayne."

The ring-bearded native saw the strange-looking Wayne and showed him his "prey" in a showy manner:

"Look, the cat we just caught, Mr. Wayne, let's eat cat meat hot pot together!"

"Well, let's not mention that this doesn't seem to be a cat. Even if it is, I can't eat a cat..."

Wayne looked dumbfounded as he looked at the furry cat, who was obviously tired of screaming and had his tongue hanging out, with a grateful look on his face.

His big round eyes stared at Wayne, as if he was about to cry:

"There are actually normal people out there!"

"Although I know about the fur tribe, this is my first time seeing them."

Venn put him down while explaining to the two confused natives that this guy was not a cat.

"Hey, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a cat, even though it can talk."

The two natives muttered and left with blank faces.

Cats probably can't talk, they still know that.

"Huh... I'm finally saved."

The cat fur tribe looked up at Wayne gratefully:

"Ah, thank you so much. I've never been so embarrassed in my life!"

"..."

Wayne touched his chin, a little amused.

This guy was only 1.5 meters tall at most. He looked up at Wayne, and Wayne looked down at him.

"Aren't the fur tribes strong in combat per capita? How did you get caught by these two idiots?"

"Tsk, I took off from another island in a single-person aircraft of my own invention!"

The fur cat tugged at his tattered clothes in frustration and sighed:

"My poor coat...when it flew near here, the aircraft exploded!"

He spread his hands helplessly. This guy was still wearing gloves:

"But as a cat... fur, I am not fond of water, haha, hahaha...

“So I was almost unconscious when I washed up on the beach.

"In addition, I was injured by the explosion. When I was rescuing equipment, I was accidentally attacked by those two guys!"

Having said this, Cat Furpi waved his arms angrily:

"They actually want to use me to cook hot pot! And what is that they are holding? A rocket launcher?"

His round eyes narrowed, and he stroked the beard around his mouth with one hand:

"Ah, as a scientist, generally speaking I don't like to use force.

“What I’m curious about is that they look so stupid, why do they have such advanced things?

"Originally, I wanted to pretend to be prey and sneak in to investigate, but I didn't expect to meet you..."

"Sneak in? You scream so loudly in sneak?"

Wayne looked at this tough-talking guy dumbfounded.

The cat fur tribe, Nanhai, was dressed in this outfit, and Wayne didn't recognize it at first.

But coupled with the characteristics of a single-person aircraft and an extreme interest in machinery...

Wayne immediately remembered who this guy was.

The previous story should be true, but could this guy lure him out on purpose?

It's just that the acting is really bad.

"..."

The seemingly funny cat, Mao Pi, heard this and pulled up his whiskers in embarrassment.

"This, probably because I haven't left the weapon I invented for a long time, and I don't feel safe with my bare hands!"

This reason, okay, it makes sense.

He straightened his tattered clothes, coughed slightly, and his expression became formal.

"Thank you for saving me - I am Lindbergh, a fur cat and inventor. My hobby is inventing various weapons!"

Lindbergh stretched out his hand to Wayne and grinned:

"This is the first time we meet. I don't know what to call you. You don't seem to be a local here, right?"

It really was this guy.

Wayne pouted secretly, his acting skills were indeed at the level of a science and engineering geek.

"Wayne, president of the Burning Sea Wine Club, I'm doing business with the locals here."

He held Lindbergh's hand, regretting that this guy didn't have cat claws:

"If you are interested in their mechanical technology, maybe I can ask the village chief if I can make it easier for you."

"Ah, thank you so much!"

When Lindbergh heard this, his big eyes narrowed into slits, and he was obviously very happy:

"I think I need to get the gear scattered on the beach first, though."

At this point, Lindbergh’s cat face became gritted:

"Damn it! Eighty percent of it is a problem with the energy converter of the jet engine!

"If it weren't for funds... well, funds are limited, how could this cheap thing be qualified to be installed on my great invention!"

Did he say "funding"...

Wayne secretly laughed:

"Then let me help too. The locals once helped me build a boat. They should have enough materials here to repair your invention."

"That's great!"

……

"You open a bar in Sobel Kingdom?"

After rescuing his invention, Lindbergh looked much better.

It was getting late, and now they were enjoying a banquet with the indigenous people around the campfire.

Lindbergh was shocked to discover the coexistence between local indigenous people and giant birds.

The fast-talking native with a ring beard told him about Wayne and them.

"Devil fruits are really convenient, especially since your power is actually wine!"

Lindbergh was holding the fruit in one hand and the meat in the other, and was stuffing it into his mouth.

He set out early in the morning and hadn't eaten anything until just now.

"This... um, Mr. Lindbergh, are you a vegetarian?"

William had never seen or heard of such a magical race as the fur tribe.

So he was very curious about Lindbergh:

“Can’t cats digest plant protein?”

"Boy, I'm a fur-clan, not a cat!"

Lindbergh is just 30 years old this year, but his cat face and height are completely invisible.

"Hmm...have we met somewhere?"

Only now did he notice Wayne's subordinate. He tilted his head in confusion and shook his head:

"Well, I'm always a little face-blind when it comes to you featureless humans."

【Who has such obvious features as you? 】

William secretly complained, but Lindbergh said indifferently:

"Well, our fur tribe and the long-armed tribe, the long-legged tribe, the fish-human tribe, the giant tribe, mean the same thing.

"But in our culture, you humans are nothing more than monkey fur with sparse body hair."

He raised the fruit in his hand and said nonchalantly:

"Our digestive systems are just like normal humans, but I personally hate cookies."

"Then what do you like to eat?"

"hamburger!"

"..."

William was completely convinced.

"Don't you drink?"

Wayne held a wooden wine glass with indigenous characteristics and saluted Lindbergh:

"Don't worry, I won't give you wine or anything like that to make people tell the truth."

"...Ouch!"

Lindbergh accidentally bit his hand and burst into tears.

"Uh... can you still build something like that?"

"maybe?"

Wayne chuckled:

"Want to try?"

"No, no, no need."

Lindbergh waved his hands quickly, his furry head was sweating:

"Drinking will make your thinking uncontrollable. I need to protect my genius brain, huh!"

After dark, his eyes were particularly bright, and his panic was particularly obvious:

"But what about that, Mr. Wayne, can we talk about it alone?"

"of course can."

Signaling William to say hello to the village chief, Wayne and Lindbergh came to a secluded woods together.

"Oh, so I still like to be straightforward!"

Lindbergh sighed. Wayne had hinted to this extent. He was so smart, how could he not hear it?

"I can't hold it anymore," he took a pair of goggles from his pocket and put them on, and stretched out his hand to Wayne again.

But this time his expression was much more serious.

“‘Dragon Slayer’ Mark Wynn.

"I, Lindbergh, the person in charge of the South China Sea of ​​the 'Revolutionary Army', on behalf of the leader, invite you to become our compatriot!"