"I understand..." Old Hank nodded, then stood up from his position, "Wait for me here, I will get you something."
"Did the old guy leave anything with you?" Plisson was a little surprised.
"This has nothing to do with old Wilson. It's what I want to give you."
"Okay." Plisson touched his forehead and sighed slightly, "I just hope you won't treat me like a child anymore. Although I like to eat sweets, there is no need to give them to me every time I leave. Just stuff it."
"Who said I was going to stuff you with candy?!"
"Huh? No candy? Then I don't want it." Plisson waved his hands repeatedly.
"You..." Old Hank was dumbfounded, "Do you think I only give you food?"
"When the old guy brought Xiao Xi and I here for the first time, you gave Xiao Xi a string of pearl necklaces. I thought that even if the gift I received was not as good as the pearl necklace, at least it would not be very different. Then you He stuffed me with a bunch of food with a smile on his face."
"Well, at that time..." Old Hank's face turned slightly red, as if he didn't expect that Pleasant still remembered the past.
"Everything was fine at that time, very good. There was not much pain and sadness, and we didn't have to face the hypocrisy and cruelty of the world directly. Although it was not an easy time, at least I had the company of my relatives, and everything was fine no matter what. You won't be too lonely." Plisson muttered to himself as if he was recalling something. From the upward curve of the corners of his mouth, it was easy to see that what he was recalling must be some beautiful things.
"It was really good at that time..." Old Hank returned to his seat.
"...It's a pity that I can never go back." With these feeble words, the smile on Plisson's face began to gradually disappear, and finally became dull.
Old Hank's cloudy eyes turned to Pleasant's face, and he spoke slowly: "I want to ask you a question."
"What...problem?" Pleasant's voice seemed a little hoarse for some reason, and combined with his pale face, he looked like he was just recovering from a serious illness.
"How did old Wilson die? I hope you can answer my question truthfully." Old Hank stared at Pleasant and expressed the question that had been buried in his heart.
Pleasant's lips twitched slightly for a few times, then slowly opened and made a sound.
"I don't know. I don't know if it's a curse or the divine influence left by the evil god. It may be, as you said, the root of the disaster he planted in the abyss. After all, at the last moment of his life, he had lost himself. , completely turned into a madman."
"...I knew it." Old Hank touched his beard and sighed deeply.
Seeing that Old Hank did not continue to ask questions about this, Pleasant did not say anything more. Old Hank was Prolo's most trusted crew member in the past. He must have known something about Prolo's involvement, as well as Prolo's mental state. , he should know something.
"By the way, didn't you say you had something to give me?" Plisson didn't want the topic to continue on this aspect, so he made a mistake.
"Oh, you almost told me that I forgot." Old Hank patted his head, then stood up again, "Little Wilson, wait for me here."
"All right."
"Yeah." Old Hank responded and walked up to the second floor of the tavern.
Pleasant watched Old Hank disappear into the room on the second floor. He stretched out his hand and gently placed it on the blindfold on the left side of his face. At this moment, he recalled some things in the past.
"You know...you also know." Plisson lowered his head and muttered to himself,
"captain?"
A gentle voice broke Plissen's thoughts. Pleasant turned around and saw that Onai had already approached him at some point.
"Are we leaving?"
"Yes, we're leaving." Plisson looked at the young man's smart eyes, and his tone gradually became softer, "After we finish getting Old Hank's things, we can go to the ship repair yard to find Suo An. Lieutenant."
"Has the Ghost Sheep been repaired?"
"Well, the damage is not particularly serious, just some small gaps. A few hundred dollars more stuffing was done. It will only take a few days to complete the repair."
"As for the helmsman, sailors and other crew members, I believe Suoan will be able to find suitable candidates on the dock." Plisson stood up and looked out the door of the tavern.
"Big brother? Are you leaving?"
Jenny, who had been following her mother, suddenly left Carosha's side and trotted all the way to Pleasant.
"Yes, I'm leaving, and I may not come back for a long time." Plisson looked at the blond girl in front of him with a smile, reached out and took out a beautiful ring from his pocket, and handed it to Jenny.
This is what he inherited from the dead Baron York.
"Thank you, big brother." Jenny took the ring with a happy smile on her face, "Big brother is indeed what mom said, he is a very good person."
Pleasant smiled and said nothing.
"Jenny also has something to give to big brother." The girl shook her head, then took out an exquisite rag doll from the pocket of her skirt and handed it to Pleasant.
"Thank you." Plisson felt warm in his heart. It has been a long time since anyone... gave him such a gift.
Beautiful girls under ten years old are angels. This sentence that Old Snake often talks about is actually true at some point. Although the old snake guy is not a good person, at least he is still very good in some aspects, at least much better than the group of white-eyed wolves in Black Crow Port.
"Little Wilson, go on."
Old Hank suddenly poked his head out from the stairway on the second floor and threw a long object wrapped in black cloth at Pleasant.
Pleasant subconsciously caught the object and pulled the black cloth up slightly out of habit.
"Old Hank, how can this be possible?" Pleasant was very surprised.
"Take it, maybe I won't need him in the rest of my life." Old Hank looked at Pleasant with a smile, with a trace of kindness in his eyes, "Be kind to my old friend, he is involved in The number of lives saved, at least a few hundred, should not be followed by a bad old man growing moldy and rusty in an ordinary tavern, but should be heading back to where he should go."
"As you wish, I will take good care of it." Plisson tightened his grip on the things in his hands.
Under the black cloth wrapped outside, there was a primitive musket stored inside. It was the gun that Old Hank once used on the Raging Tide, an old-fashioned dwarf musket.
This special musket made by dwarves may have been a commonly used offensive weapon in the early fifth era. But today, two hundred years later, this kind of weapon with high cost, difficulty in making, and slow filling speed has been completely replaced by the empire. It was eliminated and became the remaining memory of the "Spark" era.
But this type of weapon still has its unique feature, and that is its destructive power. If modern firearms focus on simple difficulty to get started, considerable range and damage, and the ability to continue fighting, then this dwarf musket maximizes the talent points of damage and destructive power.
With this shot, even the awakened person will be injured.
In addition to its own power, Old Hank's sniper-type dwarf rifle also has two newly created firearm-like magic patterns in the Fifth Era, one for "high-speed overload" and one for "exploding bullets", both of which are rare. A rare magic pattern at first sight. This increased the power of this "old antique", and at the same time, it was because of this that Old Hank became the best gunner under Puluo when he was young.
"Goodbye, everyone."
After Plisson stored the dwarf musket in his hand into the eternal core, he said goodbye to everyone in the tavern.
"Big brother, goodbye." Jenny waved to Pleasant.
"Boss, goodbye." Carossa looked at Pleasant with a smile on her beautiful face.
"Remember to come back alive." Old Hank laughed heartily.
Pleasant looked at Old Hank and Carosha's mother and daughter in the tavern, and a smile appeared on his pale face again.
He hadn't felt such an atmosphere for a long time...a really long time.
"Don't worry, I won't die that easily."
Plisson waved to everyone in the tavern, and then led Onai out of the door.
After all, the fate he now carries on his shoulders is not just his own.
