Pirates: Rush to the Peak

The butler keenly noticed Saint Bogut's little move, so he turned around, looked at this equally distinguished figure with a smile, and spoke slowly.

"Master Bogut, the following conversation is what Master Bollis has specified for me to have with my family leader alone. Do you really want to listen in?"

The butler looked at Lord Bogut seriously, with a hint of warning in his eyes.

After hearing this, Saint Bogut's expression, which had originally been somewhat arrogant, froze instantly, and his face suddenly became extremely embarrassed.

He was stunned for a few seconds, and then he started coughing violently as if someone had poked him in a painful spot.

The cough was extremely loud, as if it was attracting the attention of everyone around.

"Humph, I'm not interested in listening to your family's shit."

After saying this, Saint Bogut seemed to feel that this was not enough to vent his anger, so he raised the black leather whip in his hand high, swung it hard, and lashed a poor pirate slave next to him!

All that was heard was a crisp "pop" sound, echoing throughout the space.

The sudden whip caught the pirate slave completely off guard. He screamed, his body shaking uncontrollably, and a bright red blood mark immediately appeared on his exposed skin.

However, Saint Bogut turned a blind eye to this. He was furious and shouted at the slaves viciously, "Get out of here! If you dare to dawdle again, I will kill you useless bastards on the spot!"

Under the terrifying tyranny of Saint Bogut, the poor slaves walked slowly towards the gloomy and terrifying forest ahead, trembling with fear and anxiety.

With every step I took, I seemed to feel the shadow of death gradually looming over me.

The butler stood aside with an expressionless face, while Saint Charlos beside him watched those slaves, as humble as ants, walking away with an indifferent and arrogant attitude.

Not until the last figure disappeared into the dense woods did Saint Charlos slowly retract his gaze, then turned his head and looked at the butler with a slightly dissatisfied look.

"Okay, now you can tell me, what is so important that you need to come to me specifically?"

Saint Charles' voice was cold and without any emotion.

Upon hearing his master's words, a flattering smile immediately appeared on the butler's face.

He carefully took something out of his arms. It turned out to be a strange fruit with dense spots on its skin.

"Master Patriarch, please take a look!"

The butler held the devil fruit in both hands, as if he were holding a rare treasure, and handed it to Saint Charlos respectfully.

"Oh? Is this what Lord Pollis sent?"

Saint Charlos narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the fruit with strange skin in front of him, secretly wondering what kind of magical power it had.

"That's right, Patriarch." The butler replied respectfully.

"For me?" Saint Charles looked at the butler in front of him with suspicion, as if he was full of curiosity and doubts about the mysterious object in his hand.

"Yes, it's for you." The butler nodded quickly and carefully handed the fruit in his hand to Saint Charlos.

Saint Charlos stretched out his right hand and nonchalantly took the fruit that looked quite strange.