The white bear who wandered into the world of pirates

Chapter 167 This era is called the Warring States of Buddha
The Sheriff's Office is a two-story building made of cyan rock.

The inner hall is spacious, and few people will come here.

Pirates are usually handed over to the guards.

The security station is dedicated to managing the security of the small town. There are not many people, including the leader Jill, that is five people.

It's normal to not encounter anything for ten days and a half months.

Jill enjoys this peaceful day very much. The passion of youth is basically exhausted at the age of 40.

Day after day, it has become the most beautiful pursuit.

His only remaining hobby is painting, occasionally painting beauties in swimsuits, and occasionally painting landscapes.

"Boss, we caught a pervert."

A security guard ran in excitedly, and then three security guards escorted a handsome guy with long blond hair in.

Wally defended: "I'm not a pervert, I was shipwrecked, all my clothes were gone, and I had to use curtains to cover the bottom."

Jill put down the paintbrush in his hand, and said angrily: "Did you hear that? Don't think about making meritorious deeds to arrest people, let them go, and give him a suit of clothes."

His life principle is to mess around as long as he can, and he doesn't want to make any merit or trouble.

Anyway, he doesn't need to pay for the clothes, and it's over if you give them a set. It's impossible to report this trivial matter to the higher authorities.

In this small town, detainees in the public security station often have to report to their superiors and ask for food subsidies.

The four security guards were dumbfounded. They looked at each other, but none of them wanted to take out a set of clothes.

"You rock-paper-scissors, losers go back and get their clothes."

Jill makes a decision.

The four had no choice but to obey, and the loser ran back to get the clothes.

Wally came over and looked at the landscape painting on the table, "Oh, it's a good painting."

The painting is a picture of the sea scenery, which shows the appearance of the fog on the sea in this small town, and there is a huge figure faintly in the fog.

"What's that?" Wally asked curiously.

Jill smiled and said: "This is the famous sea god in Wilcia, Ares. He will appear every 48 years at the beginning of December. You are very lucky. If you stay until the beginning of next month, you will be lucky enough to witness it. His figure."

"Haha, this is really interesting."

Wally laughed, in disbelief that there was any Poseidon, probably some kind of gigantic Neptune, absolutely delicious.

After chatting for a while, the person who ran back to get the clothes came back with a red slap on the face, obviously slapped by his wife.

"It was an accidental knock on the door." The man explained guiltily.

Wally patted him on the shoulder, "Stop talking, we all understand, well, it's not easy for you."

Wally ran in and changed, feeling a little awkward and missing his natural fur.

"Oh, you look very handsome." Jill praised him sincerely when she saw him come out.

Wally lifted his hair, "Of course, uncle, thank you very much."

"You're welcome, as long as you don't trouble me again."

Jill sent him off and went back to painting.

The four security guards were bored and went out to patrol again.

Not long after, the four returned, "Boss, we caught another pervert."

Jill wondered why there are so many perverts today?
He stopped the paintbrush in his hand and looked up, "Are you shipwrecked again?"

Wally was wearing a pair of shorts, his jacket and trousers were gone, scratching his head with his hands, and said, "I accidentally awakened the wildness hidden in my soul, and when I recovered, the clothes were gone. Oh, what a surprise."

"..." Jill can't let people go easily this time. It's not the dereliction of duty of the police station to let the same person run around naked again and again.

However, closing people is also very troublesome.

Not in line with Jill's day-to-day norms.

While thinking about it, Jill saw the paintings on the table and came up with a good idea, "Wrap the curtains under you, and I will draw a set of shirts for you on top, so that no one will say anything about you."

"I understand, performance art, uncle, you are worthy of being a painter."

Wally realized it on the spot, and he didn't want to be regarded as a pervert, but he was used to the original natural hair and couldn't get used to wearing clothes.

If there is a way to cover the body without wearing clothes, of course he will not refuse.

It took an hour for Jill to paint with a pen, and finally drew a floral shirt with complex patterns.

If you don't look closely, it's no different from wearing a real coat.

With curtains tied around his waist and long blond hair hanging loose, Wally looks a bit like a wild artist.

There were many women sneaking up on the street, and Wally looked around with an unrecognizable pace.

Tiger didn't say the descendant's name, so Wally naturally couldn't find it. He could only wait for Tiger and the others in Wilcia.

At that time, we will discuss the matter of finding the descendant of the pirate.

Wally is not in a hurry, just worried, does the descendant of the pirate still exist?

Look at that box, at least several decades old.

In case of encountering pirates, or other accidents, death, or moving, it would be extremely difficult to find each other.

In this case, wouldn't he have no hope of changing back?

When Wally thought of this, he had the urge to hit the wall.

He doesn't want to be a human!

It's useless to worry about it now, Wally thinks he can find a bar and have a drink to calm his mind.

After walking two streets, Wally saw a shop with a waist door and rushed in. There was a bar inside.

The bar is in the northwest, and there are bottles of wine on the cabinet. The waiter is a young girl with curly green hair and delicate features. She is about 1.8 meters tall.

She is big, with big breasts, bulging and firm, like a proud fighter, tenaciously fighting against the gravity of the ground.

It was broad daylight, and there were very few customers in the bar.

Wally saw a notice board hanging on the north side of the bar, with numerous rewards posted on it.

Golden Lion, White Beard, Roger, the rewards for the three are the highest.

Wally walked over curiously and counted.

The Golden Lion's bounty is 41 billion.

Whitebeard's bounty is 42 billion.

Roger's bounty is 45 billion.

Let me go, it has only been more than a year, how high are the bounties of these three people?
That's not right, before he was imprisoned, the Golden Lion's prestige should be the most prosperous.

Why is the bounty less than that of Whitebeard and Roger?

"Young man, are you a new bounty hunter?"

A smell of alcohol came over with the voice, and Wally turned his head. The speaker was strong, [-] meters tall, with nine knives on his back.

"I haven't done it for a while, and recently I'm short of money to come out and do a vote."

Wally responded casually.

Bounty hunters are not a safe job at all, most of them just get a ticket and go chic.

If you run out of money, come out and try your luck.

Good luck, get another vote.

If you are unlucky, you will die in the hands of pirates.

The man was very clear and laughed and said: "Haha, then you came out at the wrong time. Bounty hunters are hard to do these days. It's all due to that bastard in the Warring States Period who caught and killed pirates. Now that the number of pirates has plummeted, none of the pirate groups that are still roaming the seas are ruthless characters to mess with."

"That's a real disaster." Wally went over and sat down.

The strong man said loudly: "That's right, the days of bounty hunters were so happy in the past. Catch a pirate worth 8000 to [-] million, and it will be cool for a year or two."

"Not now, since the Chambord Islands were taken over by the Navy, there have been no supernovas in the New World for more than a year. I heard that the bounty hunters in the four seas are even worse. There are no more than 400 million pirates."

"They were all wiped out by the navy. Those damned bastards, if you have the ability, why don't you kill Whitebeard, Golden Lion, Roger and the others? They insist on grabbing my job."

(End of this chapter)