"Tsk, my psychological quality is really poor. What about pirates? Just a bunch of gangsters who are not good at it."

Wright returned to the bow and lifted the package and scabbard, and dragged the long knife toward the cabin. The contrast between the long blade and the short figure was so obvious. Looking at the almost empty deck, the pirates felt that their three views were greatly impacted.

Wright was still walking and mumbling:

"My white shirt! I can't wash my blood, and there's this hole... Damn fat man!"

"Don't be stunned over there. Those who are not dead should come over and clean me up!"

"Since I choose to go out to sea to be a pirate and burn, kill and loot, I will make the awareness that I will be killed at any time!"

"Calculate the supplies on the ship, dispose of all the bodies, and catch me all the non-dead people in the sea. Don't worry about the dead."

"Also, choose someone who can speak well and come to the captain's office to listen to my instructions later!"

Seeing that terrible child and the knife disappeared into the cabin...

Wright poked his head out of the cabin and scared the pirates - he casually clicked a pirate who seemed to be injuring: "Come here, lead me, clean up your cleanest room for me, remember, clean it up!"

Seeing the unlucky guy who was clicked and followed Wright to clean up the room, the surviving pirate realized that his legs were weak and about to fall, and he couldn't help but cry with joy.

There is a realization of being cut by someone, but it is too exciting to be cut by someone like melons and vegetables... Who doesn't want to live, right...

...

After driving away and asking for a long time, the pirate who was so scared that he could not speak, and asked him to find someone who was sober and could speak well. Wright sighed comfortably on the soft big bed in the captain's room. The long knife was standing slanted by the bed, with a gentleman's hat hanging on the hilt, and the white shirt stained with blood was also replaced with a new one. The bed was clean and comfortable, and it was impossible to tell that the black-breasted haired man looked very creative, but he was quite willing to enjoy it.

"The Holy Light...the power of punishment, the attack method is really simple and crude."

"The sacred damage accompanied by physical attacks, as well as the burning effect of the sacred fire...it seems to be based on slash damage."

"It seems that we still need to improve our swordsmanship to better exert the punishment power of the Holy Light - or change a good knife, which is not easy."

"The power of protection has not been thorough enough. It only increases the physical fitness and sometimes it is not time to start active defense."

Shaking his head, Wright opened his hand, and a golden halo appeared on his palm.

"I was educated for the first time in actual combat. Sure enough, the villain died... Cough, um... I have to always pay attention to the battlefield. If it weren't for the unreasonable healing power of Holy Light, I would have fallen this time."

"It has been 6 years since I decided that this is the Pirate World instead of Azeroth... I feel much more at ease..."

"Azeroth is a world where the power of destroying stars exists. There are so many superior races... it's too dangerous, but the power system over there is a devil fruit that ignores the system..."

Wright traveled six years ago to the second son of a noble family in the Kingdom of Goya. The pampered little kid sneaked out and was shocked by the "never seen" evil dog that rushed out of the street... uh... I was so scared that I was so scared that I successfully occupied the magpie's nest.

In his previous life, Wright was a heavy wow player, a second-middle-middle-middle-spirited patient. He firmly chose the Holy Light profession for fifteen years and has a senior dad with a depressed heart of punishment.

Moreover... In the era when the Great Lord was about to fight in the Shadow World, he was still remembering the green years fifteen years ago. He did not hesitate to go to the nostalgic server to reminisce about it. It was really an old toy.

At the same time, he was still a twenty-year-old old girl. He drove the big lord to hang up the plane and fished, but he didn't forget to chase the crowd. As a result, the heavy rain outside was fulfilled by a thunder-

Senior Haimi, right? I’ll send you to the Pirate World;

Daddy's old toys, right? I can't thank you for taking away the power of the Holy Light.

“…”

"Thank you, hammer!"

Finally, Wright knew how to be more careful and did not expose the power of the holy light.

He was completely uninterested in the foreign power strategy of aristocrats, but his talent for "art" shocked his parents, believing that he was a candidate who could perfectly reflect the aristocratic value - marriage.

It really makes me happy that I have a brainless brother who is over teenager than me. Heirs or something have nothing to do with me.

Therefore, although he did not agree with his request to practice swordsmanship, he did not object. On the contrary, in order to satisfy his personality as an "artist genius", he also invited an excellent swordsman to teach basics.

As for what kind of art it is... I don't need to go into it. In the eyes of those nobles, children of Wright's age can make some ordinary-level characters, paintings, articles, and even exquisitely structured handicrafts... they are all considered "art geniuses"!

In this way, Wrightren suffered from the hypocritical aristocratic life like a daily task, gritted his teeth and watched innocent civilians die due to the noble's selfish desires, and there were uncertain things at the end of the station...

Using the excellent conditions of the nobles, Wright worked hard to exercise his sword skills and secretly developed the power of holy light until he encountered a bottleneck and was finally able to leave the suffocation place...

"Uh...that...sir..."

A very clever pirate leaned over and approached the captain's room and tried to shout.

This kid didn't report his name, but since he was a strong man, he was always right to call him "Old Master".

"Um."

Wright turned over, but saw the pirate coming, and he couldn't help but take a step back. He felt funny.

"Okay, get closer, I'm not a murderer."

Looking at the pirate's expression "No, you are" on his face, Wright grinned and had to get to the point.

"What is the target of this ship? How long is the water and food lasting?"

"Back... Go back to the master, captain... uh, the former captain has no reservation route. There was originally half a month of food and water on the ship... but now it can support it for about twenty days..."

"Well? The more you use food and water?"

"No...No, it's because a few unlucky people drowned just now, and the ship... the former captain's consumption alone would be worth three people..."

"……All right."

After patting his head, Wright asked, "I know how to get to Frost Moon Village?"

"Yes, I know...but the people there are very good at fighting. We have been there once and finally escaped..."

"It's because they don't want to kill them all."

"At your level... Humph, you dare to rob Frostmoon Village? The pirates who offer a reward of tens of millions will probably go but never return."

Wright lay back on the bed and ordered: "Target Frost Moon Village, hurry up as soon as possible and prepare food to deliver."

"But... Sir, Shuangyue Village is so strong, we are afraid we won't be able to come back if we go!"

"Idiot! I'm going to go, I'll send me to Shuangyue Village wherever you like, I care about you to die!"

"Or... do you want me to care about you to die?"

Seeing the pirate rolling and crawling in cold sweat, Wright couldn't help but smile and took the gentleman's hat to cover his face: "It's safe, it's 1500th year of Haiyuan, the boss hidden in the East China Sea, and the lowest is also the high-level swordsman..."

"Koshiro!"
Chapter completed!