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"Make hot pot?"

The image of Chopper chained to the hot pot rack flashed through Wayne's mind.

But it is obviously impossible for Chopper to appear here now.

"what's the situation?"

Leaving William here, Wayne walked out of the library by himself.

Oncoming is the grinning circle beard and bearded aborigines.

These two guys were the two guards who were first lured by Wayne's wine.

They are now holding a man on a stick in a tattered dark brown shirt, white trousers, and a yellow scarf around his neck...

No, not people.

"cat?"

Pink and tender triangular nose, two long beards, and drooping cat ears...

"Fur tribe?"

Wayne was sure it wasn't just a cat in clothes.

Nor is it the human-beast form of the ability user of the cat fruit.

Because the former two have a common feature - the joint structure of the feet is exactly the same as that of animals.

But this unlucky guy who was tied to a stick, although he looked embarrassed, finally, on the whole, except for his head, he was still human.

"Ah, it's Mr. Wayne."

The circle-bearded aborigine saw Wei En with a strange face, and showed him his "prey" in a showy manner:

"Look, the cat we just caught, Mr. Wayne, let's eat cat meat hotpot together!"

"Uh, let's not say that this is not a cat, even if it is, I can't eat a cat..."

Wayne looked at the tongue sticking out dumbfoundedly. It was obvious that the cat fur tribe who was tired of screaming showed a grateful look on his face.

He stared at Wayne with big round eyes watery, as if he was about to cry:

"There are normal people!"

"Although I know the fur tribe, this is the first time I have seen it."

Wayne put him down while explaining to the two bewildered natives that this guy wasn't a cat.

"Hey, no matter how you look at it, it's a cat, although it can talk."

The two natives walked away muttering blankly.

Cats shouldn't be able to talk, they still know that.

"Huh... finally saved."

The cat fur family looked up at Wayne gratefully:

"Ah, thank you so much, I've never been so embarrassed in my life!"

"..."

Wayne touched his chin, a little amused.

This guy was only 1.5 meters tall at most. He looked up at Wayne, and Wayne looked down at him.

"Isn't the fur clan powerful per capita? How did you get caught by these two guys?"

"Tsk, I took off from another island in a single-person aircraft I invented!"

The cat fur family tugged at their tattered clothes in frustration, and sighed:

"My poor coat... When I flew near here, the aircraft exploded!"

He spread his hands helplessly, this guy was still wearing gloves:

"But as a cat... Fur, I am against water, haha, hahaha...

"So I was nearly unconscious when I washed up on the beach.

"In addition to being injured by the explosion, when I was rescuing equipment, I was accidentally attacked by those two guys!"

Having said that, Cat Fur waved his arms angrily:

"They actually want to cook hot pot with me! And what are they holding? A bazooka?"

His round eyes narrowed, and he stroked the beard around his mouth with one hand:

"Ah, as a scientist, I generally don't like to use my own force.

"What I'm curious about is they look so stupid, why is there something so advanced?

"Originally, I wanted to pretend to be a prey and sneak in to investigate, but I didn't expect to meet you..."

"Sneak in? Sneak in, are you calling so loudly?"

Wayne looked at this stubborn guy dumbfounded.

The cat fur family, Nanhai, with this outfit, Wei En didn't recognize it at first.

But with the addition of a one-man flying machine, and a great interest in mechanics...

Wayne immediately remembered who this guy was.

The previous story should be true, but this guy must have lured him out on purpose, right?

It's just that the acting skills are really bad.

"..."

Hearing this, the funny-looking cat fur pulled up his beard in embarrassment.

"Well, it's probably because I haven't left the weapon I invented for a long time, and I don't feel safe empty-handed!"

This reason, okay, is still reasonable.

He tidied up his tattered clothes, coughed lightly, and his face became more formal.

"Thank you for saving me—I'm Lindbergh, a cat fur tribe, an inventor, and my hobby is inventing weapons!"

Lindbergh stretched out his hand to Wayne and grinned:

"We met for the first time, I don't know what to call you, you don't seem to be a local here?"

It really was this guy.

Wayne curled his lips secretly, this acting skill is indeed at the level of an engineering house.

"Ven, the president of 'Burning Sea Wine Club', I am here to do business with the locals."

He held Lindbergh's hand, a little regretful that this guy doesn't have cat's claws:

"If you are interested in their mechanical technology, maybe I can ask the village chief if I can make it easier for you."

"Ah, thank you so much!"

Lindbergh heard the words, his big eyes narrowed into a slit, obviously very happy:

"Though, I think I need to get back the gear that was strewn on the beach first."

Having said that, Lindbergh's cat face became gritted:

"Damn it! It's probably a problem with the energy converter of the jet engine!

"If it's not for the funds... Well, the funds are limited, how can this cheap product be qualified to be installed on my great invention!"

He said "expenses"...

Wayne secretly laughed:

"Then let me help too. The locals once helped me build a boat. They should have enough materials here to repair your invention."

"That's great!"

...

"You open a bar in Sobel Kingdom?"

After rescuing his own invention, Lindbergh's complexion improved a lot.

It was getting late, and now they were enjoying a feast with the natives around the campfire.

Lindbergh was shocked when he discovered how the local aborigines got along with the giant bird.

And the fast-talking native with a circle beard told him about Wayne and them.

"Devil fruit, it's really convenient, especially your ability is wine!"

Lindbergh held the fruit in one hand and the meat in the other, and was stuffing his mouth with Hesse.

He set off early in the morning and hadn't eaten anything until just now.

"This...well, Mr. Lindbergh, are you vegetarian?"

William had never seen such a magical race as the Fur Race, nor had he even heard of it.

So he was very curious about Lindbergh:

"Cats can't digest vegetable protein?"

"Boy, I'm a cat fur clan, not a cat!"

Lindbergh is just thirty years old this year, but the cat face and height are completely invisible.

"Hmm... have we met somewhere?"

He only noticed this subordinate of Wayne now, tilted his head in some doubts, and shook his head again:

"Hey, I'm always a little face-blind to you human beings who don't have any features."

[Who would have such obvious features as you! 】

William complained secretly, and Lindbergh said indifferently:

"Well, what do we mean by the fur tribe and the long-handed tribe, the long-legged tribe, the murloc tribe, and the giant tribe.

"But in our culture, you humans are just monkey fur with sparse body hair."

He raised the fruit in his hand and said nonchalantly:

"Our digestive system is no different than normal humans, but I personally hate cookies."

"Then what do you like to eat?"

"hamburger!"

"..."

William was completely convinced.

"Don't you drink?"

Holding a wooden wine glass with the characteristics of the aborigines, Wayne saluted Lindbergh:

"Don't worry, I won't give you the wine that makes people tell the truth."

"... Oops!"

Lindbergh accidentally bit his hand, tears came out.

"Uh... can you still make that kind of thing?"

"maybe?"

Wayne smiled:

"Do you want to try?"

"No, no, no need."

Lindbergh waved his hands quickly, his hairy head was sweating:

"Drinking alcohol will make the mind uncontrollable. My genius brain should be well protected, eh!"

After dark, his eyes are particularly bright, and the panic in them is also particularly obvious:

"However, what, Mr. Wayne, can we talk alone?"

"sure."

Signaling William to say hello to the village chief, Wayne and Lindbergh came to a secluded woods together.

"Oh, so I still like to go straight!"

Lindbergh sighed, Wayne hinted to this extent, he is so smart, how can he not hear it.

"I can't put it on anymore," he took a pair of goggles from his pocket and put them on, then reached out to Wayne again.

But this time he looked more serious.

"'Dragon Slayer' Mark Vain.

"I, Lindbergh, the person in charge of the South China Sea of ​​the 'Revolutionary Army', on behalf of the leader, invite you to become our compatriots!"