The Evil Generation of Pirates

After several people went upstairs, they went back to their respective rooms.After dinner, they still had a lot of official work to do, so they would often talk in Yamos's room until late at night, and finally go back to their respective rooms to sleep.

But things are different now. Five people are eating, drinking, and having sex in the same boat. They stay together all day long, and they actually need some private space.

The facilities of this hotel are pretty good. The bathroom in each room has a shower head for bathing.Yamos originally had a wound and shouldn't take a bath, but he felt that his body had been sticky and smelly these past few days, and he needed to wash it anyway.

After taking off his clothes and sitting under the shower head, Yamos reached out and turned on the shower head. After adjusting the temperature, the steaming water poured down from the top and wet Yamos.

His hair was wet and stuck to Yamos's cheeks, and Yamos was sitting in a meditative posture.The water poured down, but it was not as strong as being completely immersed in sea water. Yamos did not feel weak all over, but just felt a little tired.

He lowered his head slightly and breathed softly.

Soon, the bathroom was filled with fog.He opened his eyes and looked at his body. There were too many wounds on it, more than ten large and small in total, and even some inconspicuous scars on his face.Every time his eyes fell on a wound, he could instantly recall the battle that the wound represented.

In the shower, he was looking at his body and looking back.He used to think that people who often think about the past are hypocritical. He has been like this since he wrote novels in his previous life. Later, he tried not to look back and kept moving forward. Finally, when he successfully reached a new node, he found that he had no Variety.

He realized that what he experienced was harvest, and memories were the key to unlocking harvest.

Learn lessons from every battle to make up for your weaknesses, and accumulate experience to enrich yourself in every battle of wits with the enemy. These are the benefits of failure.

In the shower, the sense of relaxation makes it easier for people to enter a wonderful state. Yamos uses this state to look back on the past.

"Amos."

"Yeah." Yamos sat on the beach, and Usov still looked at the sea with a smile on his face.

"Do you know what kind of person is a strong person?" Usoff asked strangely.

Looking at it from a distance, it looks like a father and his child having a normal conversation at the beach after dinner at night.Yamos grasped the sand on the beach with his hands and let go: "A very powerful person."

"How awesome?" Usov squinted his eyes and looked into the distance. He didn't even look back at Yamos when he asked him questions.

Yamos was a little curious as to why Usov, who had always only giggled, would ask such a question. He turned his head and looked at Usov. He was still the Mediterranean fool who would stand on the beach until he had a heat stroke: "One punch can kill The people who sink our islands are considered powerful."

"Then someone who can sink an island with one punch must have a strong heart?" Usoff said.

"Why do you suddenly ask such a question?" Yamos asked with a surprised smile.

"If a person can sink an island with one punch, but is always crying and sentimental, can he be considered a strong person?" Usov ignored Yamos's question and stubbornly talked about this inexplicable topic.

Yamos said "Uh", put his hands on the beach, straightened his legs, and looked at the sea that he was tired of seeing: "Don't count."

"Then what kind of person is considered strong?" Usoff asked.

Yamos let go of his hand, lay down, thought for a while and replied: "Those who are tenacious and learn to be indifferent and ruthless are considered strong. After all, there is nothing terrible for them in this world."

"If he cries, is he still strong?" Usov said. "In other words, can a strong man cry?"

"Probably not." A cold, arrogant figure wearing a cloak flashed in Yamos's mind, which was the image of a strong man in his mind.

"But who is a strong person if he can't even cry?" Usov tilted his head, still smiling, "Who is a strong person if he doesn't even dare to vent his emotions?"

"Ha, you said it, you have to cry to be considered strong," Yamos said, tilting his head.

"Yes." Usov received a satisfactory answer and smiled brighter. "In this world, only those who can cry are strong."

Yamos put his hands behind his head and looked at the starry night sky: "I have never cried in my entire life."

"So you are not a strong man yet." Usov said. Just as he finished speaking, a wave came over, and Usov moved back awkwardly, "The tide is going to rise."

"Of course I'm not a strong man." Yamos grinned. He showed his white teeth and his young and delicate face. "By the way, why are you always smiling? Since I came to the orphanage, you It’s just the same expression all the time.”

"Because I don't want to be a strong man anymore." Usov said, sitting next to Yamos, and this time his voice finally became a little heavier.

Yamos vaguely felt that there was something in his words, and what he said about crying seemed not that simple, but it seemed to be so simple and crude.

"Do you think I will become a strong man in the future?" Yamos asked.

Usov thought for a long time, and the silly look that only a child would show was engraved on his body: "Let's wait until you cry before we talk."

Because the water from the shower head flowed down Yamos's face, it seemed like a line of tears was shed at that moment.Yamos suddenly recalled a conversation with Usov more than ten years ago. The conversation was so long ago that he thought it had been forgotten by time. He never thought that memories would never be forgotten, they would always be there. Waking up at a specific time connects the time spanned by several years, more than ten years and decades.

"Well, in this world, only those who can cry are strong."

Usov's words still lingered in his ears, especially firm amid the sound of rushing water.

Yamos leaned against the bathroom wall and realized that he had cried in these years.He thought of the most memorable times he cried over the years.

The first time was eight years ago. Usov was killed by the Ghost Spider as disdainfully as if he was crushing an ant to death. The scarred Lazerin stood in front of him and asked him to escape.His world collapsed that day and he cried.

The second time was when Luca died four years ago. A good brother and comrade who had fought side by side for many years died on his back. He blamed himself so much that he cried.

The third time was three years ago. At that time, he underestimated the enemy too much and arrogantly competed with the battlefield veteran Gaji, which caused his own side to fall into a passive situation. 50 residents and Hawkins were held in Gaji's hands. He chose to break up and end this unhappiness. In a real dispute, when I sacrificed my life for the safety of others, I cried.

There were countless other times of crying. When Yamos thought about it, he felt like a child, as if he could do nothing but cry, and he had cried since he was a child.

Occasionally when Dolat was speechless by him, he would make fun of him by making fun of him.Although copying Usov's words to retaliate against Dorat would definitely make him want to laugh even more, Yamos felt that these words were not so childish.

He probably understood what Usov meant by saying this.

Why people cry is because they have experienced some unbearable pain.Every time Yamos cried as an adult, it was like a punch in the road of life, leaving him bruised and bruised.

But he didn't fall.When he was knocked down once, he got up crying, wiped away his tears and kept walking. When he was knocked down again, he got up crying again, wiped away his tears and kept walking, and so on.

If it were an ordinary person, after being knocked down by a heavy blow on the road of life, he might never get up again.Yamos is different. Not only does he have to get up, he also has to fight his way back to life. In his eyes, life is not about endurance, but a free fight to see who falls first and who stands up first.

He feels that he is strong. Strong people may be aloof, but they will never stop crying.

"Ha" Usov's image lingered in Yamos's mind, "What have you been through? No wonder you have to laugh all the time, but don't like crying so much."

The next day

Yamos got up early, washed up, left the room, and went downstairs.Breakfast is also provided by the hotel, which is relatively light and suitable for Yamos' current appetite.

The meal started at seven o'clock, and people who planned to have breakfast started to come down one after another at this time. After Dorat and the others arrived, they sat at the same table with Yamos and ate breakfast.

"Yamos, that novel of yours is quite interesting." Dorat said abruptly.

Sailing on the sea is too boring most of the time. Yamos originally hoped to become a novelist after completing his challenge to the world. Now he has returned to his old profession and writes stories when he is bored.

At first, Dolat was the most dismissive of Yamos writing novels. He felt that he was too familiar with Yamos. Because of his familiarity, he was sure that a rough guy like Yamos couldn't write anything serious. .

Later, Amos started writing until a stack of paper was used up. Luo, Hawkins, and Lazerin read through his thick stack of stories one by one, and rated it fairly.Dolat saw this as a sign of friendship, but still didn't take it seriously.

In the past few days, after staying in the hotel, Yamos still occasionally wrote stories in the room.When Dolat went to his room for a stroll, he saw him writing a story. He deliberately said that he was pretending, so he snatched the manuscript he had written away.

When I was bored at night, I reluctantly took a look at it and couldn't help myself, so today's scene happened.

"What's the name of that one?" Dolat recalled the plot of the story while holding a bowl of porridge.

"Lu Bu, named Fengxian." Yamos said.

"Oh yes, that's really weird. Why are they called Lu Bu and Lu Fengxian?" Dolat asked.

At this point, Dolat is the one who cares most about the story.Although Luo and the others didn't understand this matter after watching it, they never asked about it.

"That's the special setting of this fictional world I made up." Yamos explained casually. He didn't care much about the story, but he just wrote a war story based on the character background of Lu Bu in the original world.

"Oh." Dolat nodded as if he understood, "Well, I'm quite interested in Lu Bu. I think we are the same person. By the way, I like the sentence in your book the most, what are you talking about? Undeserved courage, yes, that’s it. Although I don’t know what it means, it sounds very powerful when I hear it.”

"It means he is very brave and powerful, and even 1 people can't stop him." Yamos explained absentmindedly again.

Dorat's eyes brightened even more, and he even said that Yamos must be Lu Bu who was created based on him, and strongly urged him to update, saying that Yamos would finish writing Lu Bu's story as soon as possible, and he would be richly rewarded.

Yamos just smiled and said nothing.

Green Island, Solas Kingdom City

There is a restricted area designated by the king on the edge of the town. No residents are allowed to pass through here. If you go there without permission, you will be responsible for the consequences.

This is the headquarters of the Ward Pirates.There are palaces that are more gorgeous than the kingdom, and they are also enjoying the highest standards of food.Of course, these are all visible, but instead of complaining, residents advocate this approach.

In their eyes, the Ward Pirates are their patron saints. The patron saints have paid so much for them, and there seems to be nothing wrong with living a better life than them.

"Captain Ward" In the palace hall of the station, a pirate broke in and reported the situation to the famous Ward, "The order from the young master, the target assigned to us for the start of the Diamond Project is 20 billion berries."

The man known as Ward is a tall and tall 30-year-old man wearing gorgeous clothes and looking gentle.After he heard the target of 20 billion berries, a trace of anger flashed across his originally indifferent face: "How can I find 20 billion berries in this crappy place?"

"This is an order from the young master. If I don't raise enough money to complete the target, I'm afraid," the pirate said in fear.

Ward's anger disappeared, and his face was replaced by a trace of fear and calmness: "We even know the wealth of Solas's treasury better than King Solas. Even if it is worth all the gold, silver and jewelry in the palace, it can only be completed. Half the metrics.”

The pirate said: "We should either rob those civilians"

"Idiot." Ward snorted, "We have spent so much effort to create the image of the patron saint and control this country on a spiritual level. Is it possible that we will fall short now?"

"Why can't it be possible?" Ward pursed his lips and smiled, and said confidently like a strategist, "Just use the old method before, but with a slight twist this time. I will secretly mobilize all the defenses in the city, and you can form an external force. Pirates invade aggressively and plunder their wealth. When I have grabbed enough money, I will appear again and defeat you. However, because you are too strong, I was injured and could not stop you.

After you leave here, I will arrange for someone to pick you up at sea.On the island, if I put on a show of suffering and donate some money from our own bodies to them, they will kneel down and worship me with gratitude, and they will still regard me as their patron saint.Everything will be business as usual in the future, haha. "