"Right A."
"I can't afford it."
"Shunzi, let's go." Plisson spread out the cards in his hand and declared another victory.
"Ah, Captain, why did you win again? No, come again." Onai spread out a handful of cards in her hand. It can be seen from the cards in her hand that she probably didn't play a few cards in the last round.
Plissen looked at the cards spread out by Onai with a stiff expression. The king and king in the cards were very eye-catching.
"Why do you keep your King Bomb in your hand? Are you going to fight Batman?" Plisson couldn't hold himself any longer.
"I wanted to keep it and wait for you to play a bigger card, but I didn't want you to just leave with a straight." Onai said weakly.
Plissen was quite speechless at Onai's words, and then looked at Moya on the other side of him.
"Why don't you play your cards?"
"The cards are too bad to play." Moya replied helplessly.
"Show me your cards." Moya spread out the cards in his hand. The cards were not good, but they were definitely not bad.
However, if you add the few cards Moya played in the deck to your hand, it can be said to be a pair of extremely good cards, with two bombs.
It's a pity that both bombs were detached by Moya. After a random fight, the win was ruined.
After playing against the two geniuses Onai and Moya for a few games, Plisson was completely in no mood to continue playing. He stood up and looked at Hecate, who was leaning on the railing, and was about to ask how far away she was. How far is the destination?
But as soon as he raised his head, he saw Santan Town on the shore in the distance. They had arrived at their destination.
"Moya, even if you don't use Eden's magic power, your speed can be ranked among the top in the magic ship." Plisson patted Moya on the shoulder, and then said to the three people on the deck. ,
"We have arrived at our destination." The Black Crow sailed all the way into the dock of Santan Town. Moya could not leave the Black Crow too far. Hecate did not want to have too much contact with other people, so she stayed with Moya. Watch the boat in situ.
As for Pleasant and Moya, they returned to Old Hank's tavern again. In the tavern, Pleasant saw three people face to face.
Two of them were known to Pleasant, the proprietress Carossa and Scarface Jack, who was arranged by Pleasant to manage related industries in Santan Town. There was also a gray-haired woman dressed as a waiter. The woman was young and beautiful, and her face made her laugh. Pleasant felt familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.
Pleasant walked straight to the front desk.
"Carossa, Jack, do you still know me?"
"Mr. Wilson, why are you back?" Carossa looked at Pleasant in surprise. She was obviously very happy about Pleasant's arrival.
"Do you always want to come back and take a look? What's more... I still owe something here." Plisson smiled, and then handed a list of names in his pocket to Jack who was sitting aside.
"Brother Jack, do you recognize these last names on the list?"
"I know them. Most of them are residents of Santan Town." Jack answered truthfully.
"As long as we know each other, please help me distribute the money equally to the families of the residents on the list." Plisson took out a large amount of money from the core space and placed it on the table at the front desk.
This is the pension he gave to the sailors who died tragically at the hands of Pasha and Konas. This is one of the purposes of his return to Santan Town. As a conscientious employer, this is what he must achieve.
"No problem, it's my honor to help you." Scarface Jack agreed. He could be said to have both respect and fear for Pleasant, the former leader.
"Where's old Hank? Isn't he here?"
"Uncle Hank is resting upstairs. His lung disease has become more and more serious recently." Carosha said with a hint of worry.
"Is that so? It looks like I'm back at the right time." Plissen pulled Onai and was about to go upstairs when he was stopped by the gray-haired woman dressed as a waiter.
"...Pleasant Wilson?" The gray-haired woman said Pleasant's name with some hesitation.
"Beauty, do we know each other?" Plisson looked at the beautiful gray-haired woman. He could feel that the woman's face and hair color were somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember who she was.
"Black Crow Pleasant, I think you should know me." The gray-haired woman seemed unhappy after hearing what Pleasant said.
"Beauty, I think if nothing happens, you should let me go up. An old friend of mine needs my help now." Plisson couldn't remember who the other party was, so he pointed to the ceiling and motioned for the other party to get out of the way.
"You..." The gray-haired woman was about to say something when she was interrupted by Jack on the side. The woman was pulled away by Jack. Jack held the woman's hand and said to Pleasant,
"Mr. Wilson, this is my friend. She is not very smart. It's strange that you don't see her."
"Well, I can see that you should look at your friend a little bit." Plisson nodded, and then took Onai directly upstairs.
Jack led the gray-haired woman to the door. As soon as she reached the door, the woman held Jack's collar and said.
"Hey, Jack, what do you mean? Is there something wrong with my brain? Are you in trouble again?"
"Boss, no, it wasn't appropriate for you to stop Mr. Wilson in the situation just now. Old Hank is his uncle, and he can't recognize you like you are now. It wouldn't be easy to make him angry, as you said before. , His mental state has never been very stable." Jack advised earnestly. He had been beaten by Pleasant before because of Old Hank, and he did not want to make this moody master angry.
"My best brother can't recognize me. I'm so fucking shameless." The woman said dissatisfied.
"I know you and Mr. Wilson are good brothers, but look at what you look like now. Let alone him, I can't recognize who you are at first sight."
"His aunt, wait until Pleasant comes down to tell him. You don't know what I went through in the past few days. I feel that all the bad things I encountered can be adapted." The gray-haired woman looked complicated. The level of fantasy she experienced was probably not much worse than that of Pleasant.
..... Pleasant saw old Hank who was lying in bed in the room on the second floor. The other party saw Pleasant entering the door and was about to stand up to greet him, but he coughed violently due to the pain caused by the illness.
"Old Hank, I told you a long time ago, smoke less. Even if you have to smoke, don't smoke those low-quality tobacco, which is very bad for your health." Pleasant walked to Old Hank's bed.
"Ahem... It's an old problem. Maybe it's because I'm getting older and my health is getting worse." Old Hank coughed a few times and his expression turned extremely ugly.
"Old Hank, don't be so depressed. Your current situation is not too bad." Plisson patted Old Hank on the back and asked Onai to come over.
"Perhaps she can help you solve the problem." Plisson gave Onai a look, and Onai immediately used his divine power to purify Old Hank.
A pure white light flashed in front of Pleasant's eyes and reflected on Old Hank. Old Hank only felt that a burst of light enveloped him, and his ailments suddenly improved a lot, and he seemed to have returned to the state of his youth.
"Thank you, little Wilson, I feel better now."
"Old Hank, you should thank her more." Plisson pointed at Onai beside him. The other party's purification power with its own healing effect can be said to be very useful.
"Oh, little Onai, thank you very much for your help." Old Hank, whose face turned rosy, expressed his sincere gratitude to Onai.
"Uncle Hank, there's no need to thank me, this is what I should do." Onai waved his hand quickly.
"Old Hank, I have prepared some medicines with good healing effects for you. If the symptoms recur later, don't forget to take the medicine." Pleasant placed some healing medicines prepared in the core space on Old Hank's bedside .
"Oh, little Wilson, I owe you so much."
"Owing me a favor doesn't seem like a bad thing." Plisson smiled and then continued,
"With the friendship between us, there is no need to care about this."
"Have a good rest and recover from your illness as soon as possible."
"Don't worry, I feel a lot younger now." Old Hank, who felt much more relaxed, also laughed.
Pleasant chatted with Old Hank for a few more words about the past. After confirming that Old Hank was fine, he took Old Hank's pipe and went downstairs with Onai.
