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The most difficult captain in the world finally let go, and before his poor first officer showed a sincere smile from the heart, Caesar's next sentence made him completely lose the desire to smile——

"Remind me, the black-haired, black-eyed dancer is mine," the man said as he walked out, "just like the new walrus we're about to trick—it's all mine."

"Has anyone ever told you that you are an out-and-out bastard, Master Captain?" Following behind the man, Lake said through gritted teeth, "And the one missing a walrus seems to be me, why are you joining in the fun?"

"Ah," this question seems to have reminded Caesar well, the man stopped, turned his head and carefully looked up and down his first mate, finally nodded and smiled, "I'll give you Billy How?—that's my royal walruser."

Lake: "...how can you keep this 'you've taken advantage' expression and say such shameless things to me?"

Caesar: "Because I am the captain and you are the first mate. The rank of the officer is overwhelming. Poor little Reck, thank me for turning you from a boy into a man. It's time for you to see the rules of the game for adults." .”

Lake: "Thanks, it's really unnecessary. When I was 14 years old in a tavern in a German port, an unknown sister had kindly completed the process for me."

Caesar: "Dirty."

Lake: "Shameless."

"It seems that you finally have a suitable and reasonable position for yourself, rubbish."

In the afternoon, the sun on Djerba Island was so big that it was annoying. He lazily put his favorite naval officer hat on his head. The man squinted his eyes, and the sound of waves in his ears was accompanied by the jingling of the fleet professional repair The sound of the teacher working made him feel very happy physically and mentally——

The sea breeze was blowing, and the ships docked at the port were flying all-colored German flags. This was his fleet; he took the item statistics sent by the captain of a certain team, and it was clearly listed in black and white. It was his fortune to know how much fat Brother Loos had scraped off his body; when those lovely sailors waved him with respect and gaiety, and shouted "Good day, Captain!" When Caesar raised the corner of his lips and stretched out a finger, he gently pushed the brim of his hat——

Blue sky and white clouds, the sun still, this is a good weather.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the kingdom of Caesar the Black Sea Wolf.

Pirates, thieves, robbers, prostitutes, gamblers and businessmen, all kinds of occupations are mixed in Djerba Island, which makes this small island very lively almost every day.Shuttle among the voices of merchants hawking, the two of them glanced at the dazzling array of goods on the stalls, such as low-quality gems, low-quality weapons, muskets, gouache, perfume, and various fresh fruits that were probably no longer usable. Obviously, none of these things could catch the eyes of the noble captain of the "Storm", but on the way to Barbatra, Caesar always seemed calm——

Until a pepper seller recognized that the famous Caesar had bargained with himself for two silver coins for 10 minutes.

"It's really interesting, Captain." Following behind the livid-faced captain, Lake said with a malicious smile, "You can still bargain with your mouth—remember the Spanish fleet last time? I thought you The consistent pattern is to arrogantly hold a gun to the other side's temple to achieve the purpose of bargaining."

"That's called 'negotiation', rubbish." The man said in a deep voice, "Before you embarrass me, you'd better read the "Ocean Convention" honestly and memorize them. I don't want to be called 'angry' Windhorn's first mate is a shitty idiot."

"I don't want to read those useless waste papers, and even if I don't, I know that no one will 'negotiate' with a gun pointed at the other side's temple." Lake rolled his eyes.

As if it was very useful, the man showed a lazy and domineering smile: "That's because the "Ocean Convention" did not specify what posture we should use for 'negotiation', so I just chose the fastest and most effective one."

Lake pouted, keeping silent was already the best way for him to show his self-cultivation.The two arrived at their destination, and pushed open the door of the bar with the shiny "Babatra" signboard hanging in front of them, and the hustle and bustle inside, as well as the sound of wine bottles colliding, made the two tall and tall The strong man found out without any difficulty that they were definitely not the earliest guests waiting here today.

What was even more obvious was that on this sunny afternoon, the "Storm" family was not the only one that received invitations filled with inferior perfumes.

Caesar paused, walked in with his feet up, the bar was crowded and noisy, pirates sat on the chairs on the stairs, played the piano and sang sailor songs from all over the world, and those in special professions showed their chests and backs and laughed ostentatiously. The closed environment and dim candlelight in the tavern gave people the illusion that it was already night, even though it was noon, some people had already started drinking and talking nonsense.Along the way, someone recognized him and raised his glass to salute him—they shouted the name of "Black Sea Wolf" and all kinds of blessings. In front of outsiders, Black Sea Wolf is a "gentleman at sea", so no matter what the other party has Whether it is a large-scale fleet or a small sailing ship, Caesar nodded and smiled like a dog.

Passing the invitation letter to the bartender, the other party led them to a sofa facing the stage——there was no one there, and it seemed extraordinarily quiet in a circle of bustling surroundings, obviously reserved on purpose.

The table was already filled with absinthe, whiskey, and cherry brandy, which was rumored to be Black Sea Wolf's favorite.

Sitting comfortably on the sofa, he took the half glass of wine handed over by Reck. When Caesar was holding an ice cube between his fingers and throwing it into the wine glass, a series of rapid drum bells sounded, and he hummed inexplicably. , the man casually rolled his eyelids——

The light in the bar suddenly dimmed, and the noise of the noise also became quieter. The drinkers in the bar lifted their drunken eyes from the chests of the prostitutes, and the eyes that were originally cloudy due to drunkenness also became stronger at this moment. Brighten up the spirit--

In the dim light, a dancer appeared in the center of the stage, with long straight hair reaching to her waist, and wheat-colored skin that was different from the white complexion. Her face was half covered by a delicate white gauze, only revealing Black and bright eyes like pearls, against the backdrop of the huge white tutu skirt, the bow tied with a pink headband on the head looks shocking——

The dancers on the stage began to writhe in slow movements, and more prostitutes laughed and jumped onto the stage to join her. At this time, the crowd began to boil, some whistled and cheered, they couldn't wait to be in this Mediterranean Watch a good strip show in the best tavern.

"How is it?" In a vague voice, Rick poked his boss with his elbow.

"It's really rare," Caesar sneered, his amber pupils flickering with teasing, "At least I've never seen such a strong dancer."

Lake: "...probably because of the different races."

"You really should read more books, Rick." The wine glass in his hand made a crisp sound of ice cubes hitting, and the man casually pointed to the stage with the hand holding the wine glass, "Oriental girls are famous for being slender and soft. Get this...heh."

Lake: "...Why are you sneering?"

"This tall and strong girl, she was almost dropped to death by her high heels just now." Caesar let out a joyful laugh from his throat, and a smile was also in his eyes. The red-haired first officer looked at Caesar in surprise, confused Is there anything worth his heartfelt smile—

At the same time, on the stage, between the rapid dance and the change of formation, no one could hear what the dancers were saying——

Special industry sister A: "Megal, stand firm, you can't break your own feet on stage!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw long black hair flying in front of her eyes. McGarl bent down neatly, took off the high-heeled shoes while everyone was stunned - this action caused a series of boiling, drunken people Drinkers scrambled for the oversized dancing girl shoes.

Sister C in a special industry: "...the act of taking off your shoes doesn't seem to be included in the striptease."

"I'm new here." McGar shrugged, turned around, and pulled off the white gauze skirt under the skirt. Looking at the table, watching the skirt twirled twice on the dancer's fingertips, and then flew out along the direction force with the sound of a rapid drum bell——

When a group of captains and mates rushed to snatch the pannier, the light of the other dancers on the stage was instantly suppressed.

Sister A in a special industry: "Take off your clothes if you have the ability!"

"..." McGarr twisted his waist with difficulty, cast a wink at the audience, and turned around and said embarrassingly, "No, I'm wearing boxer shorts."

Special industry sister B: "You can tell them that those are new chastity pants."

McGarr: "...Where's Caesar? Alice, help me see if he's trying to grab my pannier!"

She turned her head and blew a kiss in the direction of the black sea wolf. The special industry sister A lazily took off her bra, and said with the corner of her lips, "No," she paused, "but he seems to be smiling very happily. .”

McGarr: "...I'm doing a striptease, not talking about cross talk, why is he laughing?"

Sister C in a special industry: "Add a little extra, honey, take off your shawl and let them see your sexy wheat-colored collarbone."

The light became even darker, and the specially arranged candlelight was concentrated on McGarr's upper body at this moment. Under the excited eyes of the audience, he lifted his thighs, turned around and slowly unbuttoned the shawl——

The buttons were finally undone, and the drinkers held their breaths and were preparing for the arrival of this sacred moment——

Suddenly, the dancers on the stage let out a flurry of exclamations. Everyone was dazed, and saw a tall and strong figure stepping onto the stage with two quick steps. oriental dancer with arms crossed.

"Ask Fogga to make an offer." On the stage, the black sea wolf who was as relaxed as if he was holding a pile of cotton dragged his tone, and said lazily, "I want this guy."