Reborn As a Pirate

Fierce coercion, heavy murderous aura.

The light of the setting sun spread over the buildings and squares of the village office, and there was a crimson halo everywhere, lurking in shadows.

The one-armed Mr. Pirate chased away the children, twisted his neck slowly, and locked on to Papa and Raul. Suddenly, he smiled ferociously.

The young Raul's legs were weak from fright, and his father was not much better. Although he stood firmly in front of his son, from Raul's perspective, it was obvious that the sweat was soaking through his clothes from his back.

They can't run.

Just like lambs being watched by wolves, their thoughts are obviously to escape, but their feet just don't listen to them, not to mention taking steps, they can't even turn around.

what to do? what to do?

Raul yelled in his heart over and over again.

Mr. Pirate walked towards them, one step, one pause, from time to time he picked up the bread and took a big bite, the dry bread crumbs leaked from his mouth, fell into the soil, and stepped into the mud.

Raul had heard such rumors.

In the mainland of Spain, in those remote villages by the sea, pirates came in, killed men and old people, enslaved women and children, and secretly established their own kingdoms.

But the lord is indifferent to these citizens who cannot contribute their wealth, and has no idea that their territory has been lost. The new people are still thrown into the net for various reasons and never return...

Could it be that that terrifying legend, really, was encountered by them this time?

Click!

There was a dull clinking sound of riding boots on the muddy floor. Mr. Pirate stopped and swallowed the bread stuffed in his mouth a few mouthfuls?

Are you new immigrants? My name is Arhan, Robbie Alhan, the temporary village manager of Elk Woodland, which is what you often call Mr. Village Chief.

Speaking half-baked Spanish, Mr. Pirate proudly declares his sovereignty.

It's too murderous!

Dad gritted his teeth, trying not to let his voice tremble.

Mr. Village Chief, we just came from Spain, the child is still young, and our savings have been used up...

He paused for a moment, his eyeballs suddenly widened.

Wait, you are Mr. Village Chief?!

the sun goes down,

The only remaining afterglow was warm and dark. Leaving aside the red light on his body, Mr. Pirate was just a strong young man with bright eyes and a simple face.

Arhan scratched his hair honestly, allowing the steel brush-like tips to brush the crumbs of bread on his body.

Yes, I am the village chief. Are you new immigrants?

Ah! The Boclon family, from Barcelona, ​​we just arrived in Miami this morning, and we were assigned number 17.

No. 17... Arhan raised his eyes and thought for a while, A good piece of land, what about the title deed and household registration?

Dad quickly took it out of his arms.

After checking quickly, Arhan nodded and handed the documents back.

I'll take you there while it's still bright.

The mother and younger sister gathered together, and the family, led by Arhan, walked towards the stream. All the way, Raul's eyes were fixed on Arhan's empty left sleeve.

Arhan felt the gaze, and turned his head with a hearty smile.

Very concerned?

Raul was startled, and quickly shook his head, which turned into a nod again.

Arhan looked at it with great interest, and asked again: Do you care, or don't you care?

I... care about...

Arhan laughed.

I am a temporary village manager in Elk Forest. This is because your village has not yet held a village meeting, has not established a budget, and has not decided whether to use committee autonomy or hire professional managers.

It doesn't matter if you don't understand these things. I also studied for several days at that time, and was almost driven crazy by the trainer.

Arhan had a look of reminiscence on his face.

To put it simply, if you want managers to run your village in the future, all the villagers will have to pay the salary. Now the chamber of commerce will manage it for you, and my salary will be paid by the chamber of commerce.

Of course the chamber of commerce won't choose some messy people to guide you to settle down in self-government. Don't look at my stupid face, I think I was also a long-term sailor directly under the fleet.

He pointed to the bright scar on his cheek.

This wound is the naval battle of Le Robert Bay. The French shells pierced our bow, and a piece of wood pierced my face.

He stretched out his right hand again and rolled up his sleeve, revealing a large lump of tangled and undulating sarcoma.

San Carlos attacked at night. We fought with the Blackbeard pirates on Lake Nicaragua. A musket bullet tore off a large piece of flesh. It almost made me see God.

Finally, the empty left arm.

Battle of Basseterre, our ship was taken over by the Vikings. I blocked four knives with my left arm and created an opportunity to counter-kill three pirates.

Raul was heartbroken when he heard that.

He had never heard soldiers talk about their past so calmly before, but whether it was the knights of the viscounty or the veterans who had retired and returned to their hometowns, those battle experiences that sounded dangerous were under the impression of Arhan's smiling face and In the face of incompleteness, it is easy to lose color.

Perhaps this is what a real warrior looks like. Compared with Arhan, those glamorous and strong warriors now look like pottery and porcelain fired from clay.

Don Quixote...

Raul recalled the story that the steward's son used to laugh at him. In the story, there was a knight who talked big and couldn't even ride a horse, but he always made up some heroic deeds to deceive people.

Arhan didn't hear clearly for a moment: Little guy, what are you talking about?

Raul retracted his mind: Mr. Village Chief, why is such a powerful fighter like you...

Why don't you stay on the boat? Arhan completed the question for Raul. I'm a sailor, and I'm probably a good one. It's a pity that technology can't make my left hand grow back. It's gone. , I can no longer raise the sail with both hands, of course I can only leave my beloved ship.

If it were another chamber of commerce, I might have become a homeless man in the port area, or I might have died of a wound infection long ago, but fortunately, Drake is different.

After the wound healed, the chairman arranged for me to go ashore and work as a postman in the post office under the development office. That was my main job. The village manager was only a part-time job, but the salary was very good.

Having said that, Arhan stopped and pointed to the tent closest to the stream.

Account 17, here we are.

The Boclon family followed his guidance and looked into the distance, and saw a large flat grassland between the dirt road and the stream, surrounded by low fences, dividing the boundary.

There is a large Indian-style tent in the middle of the pasture, about 60% to 70% new, the curtains are closed tightly, and there is a small ventilated shack next to it, with a simple stove, which is exactly the same as other tents.

This is our land and our new home?

It's your land and temporary new home. Arhan corrected, I'll send your potatoes over in a while, and you go and tidy up the tent, because it's built in a unified way, and no one has been in it for at least two months .”

By the way, when tidying up, it's best to think about any doubts that need to be answered. I won't be in the village office tomorrow and the next two days, and you can't find me.

Empress?

Alhan nodded solemnly: My union, the Miami Postal Workers Union, has submitted an application for consultation. On January 20, we will discuss employee rights with the Development Office. According to regulations, we have to organize a strike rally more than seven days in advance. The union representative chose tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. .”

Strike...strike? Dad's eyes widened, completely unable to understand why the village manager, who was full of gratitude to the Drake Chamber of Commerce, wanted to go on strike.

Yeah, Drake's characteristic, you can't go on strike casually, and you can't not participate. Arhan shrugged, So tomorrow and the next two days I will participate in the parade and sit-in, just like camping, very busy.

You can't go on strike casually, and you can't not participate in the Drake Chamber of Commerce, how strange...