The sunshine in Fishman Street is not bright.
It can even be considered bleak.
It's no different from yesterday's dusk.
Perhaps the only thing that can be distinguished is the existence of day and night.
The wooden door of the tavern was pushed open with a creak.
Bucky stepped out of the tavern with firm feet.
One or two rays of slanting sunlight sneaked out and shone right on his eyes, which had red background and white pupils, without any bloodshot eyes.
The eye sockets were painted with circles of black paint, making them appear extraordinarily deep and...weird.
"Hehehe...that's interesting."
Bucky grinned. He took about twenty poisons in one night.
He carefully felt each one, waiting for the poison to evaporate enough to stimulate muscle tearing and reorganization, and then suddenly took out the poison.
It's a bit like the process of taking the best and discarding the dross.
He took in the little bit of permanently increased strength from the vicious drug and discarded the other effects.
Of course, there are no side effects.
Such as his eyes.
It’s okay not to take it, at least the clown doesn’t feel it. In his opinion, aging just allows his life to end in a shorter time and in a happier way.
Unfortunately, Bucky’s opinion was too big.
When you live with multiple people, you always have to make compromises.
Just like the self-help he talks about occasionally.
"Of course our goal is not strength, but whether we have it or not is a very important question."
Bucky muttered something.
He raised his head and looked around again.
Fishman Street is called a street, but what you step on under your feet is often thick wooden boards.
The "streets" are not straight. Instead, they are like coral reefs, layered on top of each other and not very regular.
"Should we goad these murlocs any further, Mr. Bucky?"
Behind him, Swann also stretched out his body, revealing his beautiful figure.
The short hair that originally only reached the neck has grown to the shoulders, and the ends of the hair are naturally curled, giving her a light and mature temperament.
Her sympathy was only for the misery of her fellow slaves.
As for the standpoints of justice and evil, fish-human supremacy, and human sin, they simply do not exist here.
Her position is only the man in front of her.
"Murloc supremacy!"
"Liquidate mankind!"
"Get even with them!"
"..."
From time to time, fishmen would pass by carrying weapons and shouting slogans.
They all have a dragon tattoo and a tattoo of the New Fish-Man Pirates.
"No, no need."
Bucky bit his finger, looking a little excited.
"Do you know what this looks like?" he asked suddenly.
But before Swann could respond, he kept to himself and said: "During the battle in the Mist Sea, I was blowing hard on a pile of already lit fires to make the fires burn brighter and warmer."
"But this time, I changed my approach."
"Find a powder keg, dig out a match, put the match on the fire until it burns red, and then throw it back on the powder keg."
"Do you think they're going to explode?"
Bucky opened his hands wide, with a joyful smile on his face, and then lowered his voice.
"No no no."
"That's what I did yesterday."
"What we have to do today is to put this powder keg on top of the fire and bake it."
Bucky's red lips curled up and he laughed twice.
"How about it, is it interesting?"
Swann understood a little bit. .
Fishman Street itself is filled with hatred for humans, which is what Mr. Bucky calls a powder keg.
And yesterday, those fishmen in the tavern whose emotions were amplified by Mr. Bucky's abilities were just good news.
But the most important thing is that they themselves have accumulated hatred and anger for a long time. This is the main reason for their fanaticism.
A few pieces of firewood can quickly spread this kind of fanaticism, and then turn it into a group fanaticism, just like a certain kind of belief.
Group fanaticism will make this kind of fanaticism impossible to turn back.
It was like slamming the accelerator on a car that was already going downhill.
Among them, Mr. Bucky's precise grasp and talent of these fish-men's psychology are amazing.
He seemed to know it from birth, seeing through their desires and inhibitions at a glance.
I just don’t know what Mr. Bucky said about roasting it on the fire?
She tilted her head, looking pleasant.
In fact, even if Bucky hadn't stepped on them, the New Fish-Man Pirates would have started their own plan to subvert the rule in two years.
Well, the techniques used by everyone are somewhat similar.
They all use image phone bugs for public executions.
But Bucky did an auction.
"It's a lively morning."
He raised his head again, and the noise around him felt friendly, as friendly as the silence of the solitary room.
His eyes followed the ray of sunlight to the upper level of Fish-Man Island, where the light was the most abundant.
A funny smile appeared naturally on his face.
"Would you be interested in having a cup of coffee with someone like me, ma'am?"
"It's what I asked for."
Swann suddenly smiled.
The Mermaid Cafe is located on Coral Hill, in the southeast of Fish-Man Island, close to the topmost Dragon Palace City. It is a bustling and noisy place.
But this noise turned into a carnival for human pirates two months ago.
In the coffee shop, several beautiful mermaids with bubble wraps around their waists were carefully delivering cakes and fruits.
In dry areas, such bubbles allow the mermaid to move more easily.
Several Beasts Pirates combatants wearing fur clothes glanced at these beautiful mermaids with unscrupulous eyes.
The extremely aggressive gaze made the merman's floating tail tremble.
"It would be great to catch some mermaids and take them back. Why do we always catch those ugly mermaids..."
One of the pirates muttered slightly resentfully.
If you can catch two mermaids and bring them back, you can definitely develop many ways to play them.
Thinking of this, he was drooling a little, the beauty of the mermaid was really irresistible.
"Keep your voice down."
The companion next to him bumped into him and said, "That woman is still on the island. Besides, do you think Boss Quinn really hasn't hidden a few mermaids?"
The companion chuckled a few times, obviously agreeing with the pirate's words.
"It's not a bad idea to go this way, hehehe."
"Just save some face for the old king, hehehe."
Several pirates seemed to lower their voices, but their tone of treating the mermaids as goods made the mermaids behind the bar in the cafe blush.
"It's fine."
"They left soon anyway."
When the mermaid waiters comfort each other, it's like the women in the brothel are glad that they earn more than the dung pickers outside.
"The lady over there wants two cups of coffee, please take them."
"Um…"
Kemi responded gloomily. This feeling of being chosen by others was really uncomfortable.
As soon as she turned her head, she saw that the three pirates suddenly became mute...
