Pirates: Rush to the Peak

There was no way. At this moment, Saint Charlos was no longer the same person he used to be. He was no longer the fool who could be teased and bullied by them at will.

Thinking of this, Bogut couldn't help but feel deeply helpless and frustrated, and even his teeth began to ache.

It’s so abominable, how could that damn bastard have such good luck!

The entire island no longer exists, but he was lucky enough to survive!

Just as Saint Bogut was full of resentment and cursing viciously, Saint Charlos on the side finally stopped laughing.

He slowly stretched out his hand and gently patted the head of the huge and ferocious monster wolf.

The originally majestic monster wolf seemed to become extremely docile in an instant. It immediately lowered its huge head and lay obediently on the ground.

"Hey, Charlos, what on earth are you planning to do?"

Seeing the monster wolf suddenly blocking his way, Bogut Saint's face immediately became alert and he couldn't help but ask.

Hearing this, Saint Charles raised his lips slightly and said with a smile: "I don't intend to do anything bad. But you haven't answered my question yet. What on earth do you want to do with this group of good-for-nothings?"

As he spoke, he pointed at the women standing behind Bogut Saint - Bogut Saint's ex-wives.

Facing Saint Charlos's question, Saint Bogut couldn't help but frown, with a look of surprise on his face, and asked back: "Could it be that... you didn't receive the order from the Five Elders?"

Upon hearing this, Saint Charles was slightly stunned, then shook his head and replied: "No, the Five Elders did not give me any orders at all."

"What?" Saint Bogut's eyes widened, and he exclaimed in disbelief. "The Five Elders just sent someone to tell me that they need slaves under my name. Could it be that you really didn't receive any news at all?"

"I didn't receive this order!" Saint Charlos frowned and said in confusion.

"What is going on? Could it be that the agent who delivered the order failed to find you?" Bogut Saint asked anxiously.

Saint Charlos shook his head and responded, "That shouldn't be the case. I just walked through the busy central streets. On the way, I met several CP agents. They all greeted me, but no one mentioned that they needed slaves under my name."

After saying this, a look of bewilderment appeared on Saint Bogut's face, and he muttered to himself, "What on earth is going on? Could it be that my slaves have some special abilities that I don't even know about?"

Hearing his words, Saint Charlos couldn't help but glance at him with a strange look, and then cast his gaze on the forty-seven former ladies who were standing behind Saint Bogut and sobbing.

Saint Charlos curled his lips and said sarcastically, "If you were to say what the only commonality is between all of your wives, it's that none of them can give you children."

"From my point of view, how could the Five Elders be interested in such a group of women?"

Upon hearing this, Saint Bogut's face turned pale and he glared at Saint Charles fiercely, secretly blaming the other party for picking on his sore spots and talking about things that were not relevant.

Just when the two were full of doubts, suddenly, a figure appeared before them without warning.

Looking closely, the person who came was actually a butler with a handsome face and a bright smile on his face.

"Saint Patriarch Charlos, I have been looking for you for a long time, and I finally found you!"

The man spoke eloquently, his tone full of flattery and ingratiation.

Saint Charlos looked up at the newcomer nonchalantly, a trace of annoyance that was hard to capture flashed across his eyes.

But he soon regained his arrogant and indifferent look, and said slowly: "Oh? It's you, kid. What do you want from me? I don't have the time to care about the trivial matters of the family. I still have to go out hunting with my precious Bad Wolf!"

As he spoke, he reached out and gently stroked the huge monster wolf beside him with hair standing up like steel needles, as if it was his most precious thing.

However, that person seemed to be deaf to Saint Charlos's obviously impatient words, and still had that extremely hypocritical smile on his face.

Not only did he not show any intention of retreating, but he quickened his pace, taking two steps at a time and quickly approaching, then he lowered his body and lay down directly next to the monster wolf's big head.

Then he smiled cautiously and said, "Oh, Patriarch Charlos, please don't worry. I came here to tell you something important, and it concerns the future prosperity and decline of our entire family!"

"I'm not interested." Saint Charles waved his hand impatiently, as if the person standing in front of him was not his own butler, but an annoying fly.

"I've already said that you can just report the family affairs to Lord Bollis. I don't want to get involved in those trivial matters." He frowned, his tone full of disgust. Since he became the patriarch, he has been entangled in various trivial affairs every day. He either has to attend boring banquets or sit with the patriarchs of other families to drink tea and chat. These meaningless activities are almost driving him crazy.

However, in the face of his master's obvious disgust, the butler still maintained his unchanging smile, seemingly unaffected. He said slowly, "Master Patriarch, please don't be anxious. This is exactly what Master Bollis asked me to report to you."

Hearing this, Saint Charles couldn't help but reveal a hint of doubt.

He just couldn't figure out why Lord Bollis, who usually didn't pay much attention to these trivial matters, would specially ask the butler to come and tell him this time?

At the same time, Bogut, who had been sitting silently nearby, could no longer suppress his curiosity and quietly moved forward, wanting to hear more clearly.