Pleasant was leaning on the railing of the Ghost Sheep, holding a huge tangerine in his hand. He looked at the tangerine in his hand quietly, suddenly threw it into the air and then quickly caught it back in his hand. After repeating the trip several times, the tangerine accidentally fell into the sea.
"Hey." Plisson shook his head, as if he was feeling pity for something. He turned back to look at the many sailors drinking together on the deck out of boredom, and then turned his eyes to the blue sea.
What are these things? All the people drinking from buckets are out. This wine is no better than Sean’s yellow water. It’s real rum. These people have been drinking yellow water for such a long time and still have such a good drinking capacity. , maybe there is a mutation.
Pleasant sighed lightly. It was obvious that with his drinking capacity, he would not be able to blend in with the group of sailors.
"Captain, Captain?"
Pleasant suddenly heard someone calling him, and glanced back, but found nothing. Then he felt someone tugging on his clothes. When he looked down, he realized that the person who just said the words was standing next to him. It was said by Onai next to him, but because he was indeed a little short, Plisson didn't notice it when he turned around.
"Kid, why don't you play with those drunkards? Why do you come here to see me?" Plisson pressed Onai's head. For him, teasing the child was quite fun sometimes.
"The big man said I was underage, so he only gave me a glass of milk and didn't let me drink with the sailors." Onai picked up the slightly smaller wine glass in his hand, and it was indeed filled with milk.
Plissen seemed a little embarrassed when Onai said this. After all, he drank the most milk and drank less alcohol.
"By the way, Captain, why don't you drink with them."
"Um... this." Plissen was stunned by Onai's question, and after being silent for a while, he slowly said: "The quality of the drinks they drink is not high, and I don't like it very much. "
"Wow, the captain is worthy of being a captain. You must have a good drinking capacity." Onai praised Plisson after hearing what he said.
"...Of course." As soon as Plissen finished speaking, he saw Suoan walking towards him carrying a red wine bottle.
"Captain, this bottle is Phoenix, a spirit produced at the Golden Elk Winery. The money you gave me will still be enough after purchasing the necessary supplies. I know that normal rum will definitely not be able to enter your bottle. Fayan, so I bought you a bottle of good wine like this."
"Huh?" Plissen really didn't expect that Suoan would give him such a trick.
"I know this bottle of wine cannot be compared with the wine you drank in the past, captain, but after all, it is my heartfelt wish, and I hope the captain will accept it."
"...Okay." Seeing that Suoan had said this, Plissen had no choice but to take the bottle of Phoenix.
"Captain, thank you for letting me come on board. I'll give you a toast!" Onai saw that Pleasant had a bottle of wine in his hand, so he raised the glass of milk to Pleasant, his smart eyes flashing with excitement. look.
You kid is really good at causing trouble. You want me to die, right?
What's in your glass is milk, and what's in my bottle is famously strong liquor. It's okay for us to swap it, but asking me to drink it forcefully would be purely harmful.
"...Look here, there is no wine glass." Plisson held Phoenix with a slightly embarrassed expression on his face. He wanted to find a reason to take off the bottle of strong liquor in his hand.
"Captain, I have a wine glass here, a clean one." Suoan took out a wine glass from somewhere and handed it to Pleasant.
Why are you more troublesome than him?
Soan's move. It made Pleasant want to flash Phoenix's bottle over his head.
But this time Pleasant was already riding a tiger and couldn't get off. He boasted so much that he shouldn't be embarrassed in front of a child.
"You can't drink too much wine. I'll take a small sip." Pleasant opened the cork on the Phoenix bottle. He estimated how much wine he had, and then poured about half a glass.
As for what happened next, Plisson didn't know.
Apparently, he overestimated his own drinking capacity and underestimated Phoenix's alcohol content.
When he recalled what happened last night, it was already the morning of the second day. He opened his eyes on the bed in the captain's cabin. After thinking about it for a long time, he still couldn't remember what happened after drinking half a glass of Phoenix.
"I seem to have had more than one drink?" Plisson shook his groggy head and found that the bottle of Phoenix was placed on the table in his room, and there was not much wine left in it.
"Damn it, I drank this bottle of wine by myself, right? Then how much did I drink last night?" Plisson had an idea.
"Thankfully, the people on this ship are quite honest and did not take advantage of the opportunity to do anything. If the first mate of this ship had been replaced by that boy Connor, I would have been thrown into the sea as a dangerous factor to feed the fishes." Pleasant He was a little scared inside, and his too smooth life had indeed made him less vigilant.
He stared up at the wooden ceiling in a daze for a while. After clearing the messy thoughts in his mind, he was about to get out of bed. But just as he was arranging his clothes, there was an unknown sound coming from his left eye under the eyepatch. Weird tingling sensation.
"The divine influence left by Luas is really a headache. It has just been repaired not long ago. Isn't it going to give me corpse spots again?" Plisson touched the eyepatch on his left eye, and then left immediately In front of the mirror on the desk.
"Isn't this disgusting divine influence causing a few tumors to grow on my face? That might be a bit scary." Plisson lifted his blindfold with anxiety.
The sight of himself in the mirror at this moment really shocked Plissen.
"This, this...how could it be possible?" Plissen's mouth was slightly open. He looked at himself in the mirror in disbelief. There was no trace of color in his pale face, and there was a trace of color in his regular facial features. There was a hint of delicacy, but there was no wound on his long-blind left eye.
Yes, the place where Luas cut it was just like other skin, pale and delicate, without anything superfluous.
"My wound has recovered?!" Pleasant looked at the mirror, and the waves in his heart became higher and higher. How unsolvable Luas's divine power was, Pleasant obtained the information from the intelligence library under Viscount Andrew's house. Got a certain understanding.
She was originally a mercenary in the Sarst Sea, and later joined the navy of the Sky Eagle Empire. She killed many famous pirates on the edge of the Golden Sea. All of those big pirates had been in the awakening stage for many years. She became famous and powerful, but at that time, she was easily killed by Luas, who was only a high-level knight. This became a stepping stone for her to improve her military rank. All of this was entirely due to her divine power.
Luas can be said to be a natural assassin. Even if there is a big difference in strength between the two parties, as long as her two swords break the enemy's skin, within a month, the person will definitely die of ulcers all over his body.
Even the holy water of the Holy Glory Church can only inhibit this. Even if the surface rot subsides, it cannot remove the black wound that is the source of the rot. As long as this wound remains, the erosion of rot will continue. It spreads until people die.
Whether it is his hidden trump card, which allows people to possess the super-recovery "Black Crow's Blood" in a short period of time, or Nuo Ling, who is an old god, even the extremely perverted divine power cannot eradicate it. .
And now, it's amazing that the wound that was the source of the rot has disappeared after a simple drunken encounter.
