Traveler in the Pirate World

Actophre Caesar rarely stopped on this barren island. He began to try to walk like a god, like an ordinary person, in this chaotic town.

After so many years, Caesar found that it seemed like the first time that he was really observing the world seriously, the first time he was standing from the perspective of a bystander, looking at everything in the city.

The land is barren, the houses are dilapidated, and there are few pedestrians on the streets at night, but men and women walk in groups of two or three in the streets and alleys.

Most of the women wear heavy makeup and revealing clothes, while most of the men are sloppy and have dirty eyes.

Caesar walked slowly in the noisy night, his eyes sweeping through the dark alleys where thin men and women were lying in groups of three or four. They had pale skin and sallow complexions, and it was obvious that they had taken an overdose of banned drugs and were in critical condition.

I inadvertently passed by a burly middle-aged man who was holding a half-grown girl on the floor, and heard the man's angry curses from behind.

His face was red, his neck was stiff, and his yellow teeth exhaled the unpleasant smell of alcohol. "Old man, you want to leave after you hit someone, do you know who I am?"

Caesar turned around and looked at the big man calmly with some helplessness in his eyes. There was never a shortage of such guys on the sea. They were always angry because of trivial things. These trivial things could be a light touch, a casual chat from others, or someone else's dream.

Caesar didn't quite understand the brain of this guy, of course, provided that he really had a brain.

He raised his hand and swung it, slapping the nearly two-meter-tall guy without mercy. The guy flew out in a spin, fell to the ground with a thud, and fell asleep. Even the girl's screams beside him could not wake him up. This shows that when it comes to insomnia, Caesar's skills are superb.

Pushing open the shabby door, the noise of the crowd became even louder. The extremely simple gambling den was packed with people, and most of them had an uncontrollable madness on their faces.

This is one of the few entertainment venues in the city, but unlike ordinary gambling dens, most of the people here cannot afford Bailey, so the money they gamble at the card table is usually other things.

These things can be stolen or robbed. No one cares where they come from. As long as they are valuable, the casino will estimate the price and take all the money. The winner will leave with food or Bailey.

However, the most common gambling money here is not those objects whose origins are mostly not clean, but another kind of wealth called people, so this place is also called the human gambling house.

This is not Ike's property. He belongs to another owner of this city. The two fight and cooperate with each other. Many of the slaves in Ike's hands come from here.

In the noisy gambling den, there was one table that was particularly lively. Caesar walked to the bar, ordered a glass of wine but did not drink it. He just leaned against the stairs leading to the second floor and looked in that direction.

A figure in the crowd seemed particularly abrupt, not only because of the cross that crossed his forehead and directly took away his eyes, but also because that guy had a completely different aura from the people here.

Everyone at the table ignored the dealer's blatant cheating and pressed against the blind man, laughing loudly and attracting more people.

"It's boring, isn't it, Mr. Caesar?" Footsteps came from above, and a hunchbacked old man in rich clothes and with golden fingers walked over from above, "People are always used to leaning towards the advantageous side, and gamblers are even more so.

They know better than anyone that there is never a fair game at the gambling table, but they always try their best to deceive themselves into thinking they will be the luckier party. They oppose cheating, but hope to be the controller of the game. They oppose injustice, but when faced with injustice, they become supporters of injustice because they are the vested interests.

Although gambling houses have magnified all of this, we cannot deny that this is part of human nature. What a hopeless world this is.

Oh, I almost forgot to introduce myself. I am the owner of this gambling den, Wright King."

"You seem to only see the bad side of human nature. It's too decisive to deny the future of a race like this." Caesar turned back to look at the old man. "Yes, living in a land like this, the evil of human nature is indeed more common than the good."

"No, no, no, Mr. Caesar, you have misunderstood me. On the contrary, I have seen the bright side of human nature." Wright King shook his head slightly, with a nostalgic look on his face, "Unfortunately... Tsk... most of them don't end up well, and the ones who often push them into despair are the ones they saved.

What makes people despair is never being born in a dark hell, but the moment the light goes out, Ike knows this better than anyone else, after all, he was once called a hero. "

Wright King's remembrance was not fake, he really missed the passionate and righteous young man. Although he brought him a lot of trouble, at least he added something different to this boring place.

The old man's words made Caesar slightly stunned, then he shook his head helplessly. He handed the wine glass to the old man and said, "This glass of wine is for you. I suddenly feel that there is no need to trouble you."

"Really? That's a good escape. Haha..." Wright King laughed and drank it all in one gulp. He looked at Caesar's back as he walked towards the card table and said to the bodyguard behind him, "Let's stop here. The other party is not someone we can afford to offend."

After the bodyguard left, the old man looked down at the wine glass in his hand, then looked at the two figures that were out of place in this place, uttered an inaudible bitter laugh, and turned away.

"At first, I also wanted to be a good person, but unfortunately I had no choice!" The image of me as a child, holding up a newspaper, wearing a rag I picked up as a cloak, and shouting that I also wanted to be a navy, has long become blurred.

"I bet on small!" Caesar easily squeezed through the crowded crowd, put down a stack of Baileys, and squeezed it together with another lonely stack of Baileys, causing the lively crowd to be silent for a moment, and then broke out into crazy abuse.

"Who the hell are you, old man? Are you looking for death?"

"It's getting late. If you're old, you should go to bed early, lest you get into trouble when you go home at night. You don't know where you fell."

"This gambling game is not something you can handle at your age. Old man, the water here is deep and it can drown people."

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Some of the radicals even drew weapons such as short knives and short guns from their waists. They stepped through the crowd and approached Caesar step by step with dangerous eyes.

However, the dealer, who should have had the most intense reaction, took a few steps back without saying a word, causing some of the guys in the crowd who still had some brains to take a few steps back as well, causing the originally crowded crowd to suddenly split into three waves, which was inexplicably funny.

The sound of a long sword returning to its sheath suddenly rang out, and the tabletop creaked and trembled as if it could not bear the weight. Bailey on it was flattened, and most of the people around felt a heavy pressure from top to bottom. They all knelt on the ground with a plop. The thin ones even fell directly, and many of them had their teeth knocked out.

Caesar looked back in surprise. The blind middle-aged man smiled at him and nodded politely. "Today's gambling ends here. I'm really sorry for causing trouble to you. In my next life, can I invite you to drink with me as an apology?"

Observation Haki? Or God's Eye? Caesar lowered his head and glanced at the God's Eye that had never bloomed on Issei's waist, and nodded, "Of course, Mr. Issei."