The Evil Generation of Pirates

Yamos and a few others finished their meal, briefly checked the situation and took a boat to Uroro Island alone.please()

On the afternoon of February [-]st, Yamos arrived at Uroro Island.What sent him here was a cargo ship arranged by Locke Shriver. After delivering Yamos, the cargo ship continued to go directly to other places. Locke Shriver assigned an additional task to the cargo ship to purchase supplies.

At present, the population is large, and the daily consumption is also huge. Just eating noodles every day costs 300 to [-] million.

The freighter will return on its original route after purchasing the supplies, and will come to Uroro Island to pick up Yamos.Now Yamosi returned to his homeland completely alone.

Uroro Island is of great significance to him, as it preserves his rebirth experience from being entangled to being completely cut off in his past and present lives.The purpose of his trip was to find the navy who came here every year to visit these undead.

The last time he came with Drake, Dolat, and Luca, they met an old man. The old man was the only person living on Uroro Island. He personally buried the villagers who died, and the cemetery has been occupied by him. Nursing care.

When we were talking, the old man mentioned that every year, a man who looked at least one round older than them would come to visit the dead villagers in early February every year.

The old man said that the navy man had a big beard, liked to smoke cigars, and always closed his eyes when he laughed.

After hearing this description, Yamos actually knew in his heart who the visitor was, and it was precisely because he knew who it was that he came.This man meant so much to him, and he had to see this side.

So after leaving Uloro Island last October, I kept this in mind and silently waited for this day to arrive.

Yamos walked straight through the ruins of the village. The place was almost the same as it was more than four months ago, with no changes.It’s just that the season has changed. At that time, the skin of the four of them was burned by the harsh sunlight, but now it is gradually entering winter and the weather has turned cold. Even Yamos was wearing a thick windbreaker when he came (again, O. October is summer in Kama Sea).

The cemetery is located on the edge of the ruins of the village and is also the heart of the island.It didn't take long for Yamos to come. The cemetery was still the same, and the smoke from the chimney of the small house next to the cemetery was very conspicuous.

Yamos walked to the cemetery first and stood there for three minutes.

Then he walked into the small room. The decoration of the room was similar to before. As soon as he entered the room, there was a strong smell of wine and the right temperature that made people feel warm.

The old man was warming his soju in front of the stove. He showed no surprise when he saw Yamos coming: "You are here, are you here for the navy?"

"Yes." Yamos was a little surprised. Unexpectedly, the old man guessed the motive of his coming.He walked to the old man, sat next to him, and lifted the wine he was carrying, "Here are some wines for you."

When the old man saw the wine, his originally calm face showed a look of joy. He took the wine, looked it over and said: "The navy comes around this time every month. You can wait for him here these days. .”

Yamos stretched out his hand and heated it in front of the stove: "Okay."

"It's good that you're here." The old man put aside the wine brought by Yamos, stood up and took out two wine glasses from the broken cabinet next to him, "Just in time for us to have some drinks."

Yamos watched the old man sitting by the stove again, stretching out his rough hands to pour soju into two glasses: "He must come every year."

"Yeah, don't worry about waiting in vain." The old man handed a wine glass to Yamos, "Well, have a taste."

"Okay." Yamos took the wine glass with both hands, and the wine glass was still radiating the heat of the soju. He took a slight sip first, and suddenly a heat flowed down his stomach, and warmth began to radiate from the entire chest, instantly dispelling the cold air, "Not bad ah."

"Hehe." The old man laughed slightly with satisfaction, then took another sip with a look of enjoyment, smacking his lips and said, "It tastes okay."

"Is the wine bad or not warm?" Yamos held the wine glass with both hands, and the warmth in his body became stronger.

The old man curled his lips and shook his head: "No, it's not cold enough now. When it snows heavily outside, it will be most comfortable to drink warm soju in the house."

"That's it." Yamos slowly tasted the wine. The wine itself was inferior, but after it was warmed by the stove and the weather started to get colder outside, it became like an indispensable item. " By the way, will this house be able to withstand winter now?"

"I drink some wine every day and fall asleep cold. It's so warm that I don't even bother to cover myself with a quilt." The old man said with a grin.

Not long after Yamos finished drinking a small cup of soju, the old man refilled it again. Then he suddenly remembered something and took out a bag of dried meat from the broken cabinet, poured it on a plate, and put it on the stove. Roasting.

"You are from Uroro Island too, right?" the old man said as he grabbed a piece of dried meat and ate it.

Yamos looked at the old man, whose eyes were always on the warm soju noodles, as if he asked this topic casually.

"Yeah." Yamosi admitted after thinking for a moment.

He has always kept this matter in his heart, because it is a big secret, and he cannot guarantee whether it will attract the Demon Slaying Order again if it is spread.I finally made up my mind a few months ago, and made an appointment with Dorat for the four of them to reunite and reveal the secret. Unexpectedly, Luca had an accident, and the matter was shelved for the time being.

He didn't pay much attention to the old man, because the old man would definitely not spread his secret, not to mention that others had already guessed it.

When the old man heard Yamos admit it, he was afraid that he would recall those unhappy things in the past, so he refilled his wine glass: "I saw it a long time ago. When the four of you came that time, only your eyes and theirs were the same. no the same."

When Yamos came here for the first time, he didn't know that the seemingly careless old man was so meticulous in his observations: "I went to the navy to serve as a soldier after the accident, and I came back to visit after five years."

"Fortunately, your village still has a seedling like you left." The old man was very happy. He let out a dry and satisfied laugh, "I'm afraid that not a single person in your village will die. Then when I die, this cemetery No one takes care of it anymore.

After such a big incident, no one but me dared to come and live on Uroro Island, saying it was unlucky to have so many people die.Tell me...it's a good thing that you, the only child, have become a navy. I guess you should be able to kill one or two pirates with your body. You can more or less avenge the people of your village. "

"Hi!" Yamos tilted his head, "I don't want to be a navy anymore."

"It doesn't matter if it's inappropriate." The old man said naturally. He didn't ask why Yamos was inappropriate.It can be seen that the old man feels completely different about Yamos after learning that he is the only survivor of Uroro Village. Yamos seems to be very supportive no matter what he says.

Yamos felt a little cold again. He didn't know where the cold air came from in the stuffy room. He drank the hot soju in the wine glass in one gulp. His throat and body felt hot and spicy. Fortunately, the cold air was absorbed by it. Expelled in time: "Because I don't like the navy."

Before the old man could ask, Yamos frowned and said it himself.

He felt that a man like the old man who had gone through many vicissitudes of life had the feeling of being able to tolerate everything, and this feeling gave him the urge to talk.

The old man filled Yamos' wine again.

Yamos held the wine glass and breathed out a breath of alcohol: "I found that I couldn't do what I wanted to do by staying in there, so I left."

"It's good." The old man continued to support him as before, "You are alone in Wuluoluo Village anyway. Don't let them down no matter what you do."

"Yes." Yamos nodded. He grabbed a piece of dried meat and stuffed it into his mouth. "It's quite delicious, old man. If I'm lucky enough to live to this age, I'll come back or find a desert island." Live alone, drink some wine and live comfortably."

"Be at home." The old man smiled and narrowed his eyes.

Yamos drank all the soju again, his face gradually turned a little red, as if a fire could burst out of his throat at any time, he said cheerfully: "Free!"

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