Pirate: The one who ate the rubber fruit became a double

Just as Michelin was steadily walking out of the alleyway with excitement, the little boy who was shining his shoes also ran out.

Holding the ten thousand beli that Michelin placed on the wooden frame in his hand, he strongly urged him to take it back.

Michelin could see the reluctance in the little boy's eyes, but he also saw the stubbornness in his eyes. He knew this was not charity, but he couldn't accept it.

"Sir, please take this money back. Even if you give me a tip, this amount is too much."

The little boy was very smart and blocked Michelin's attempt to treat him as a tip.

"Okay, but yes, you should accept this tip."

Michelin took the ten thousand beli, then took out another one from his pocket and waved it in front of the little boy with a smile.

"Thank you sir. I wish you a happy life."

The little boy grinned widely, revealing a pair of slightly yellowed teeth. He smiled and took away the thousand beli from Michelin's hand, and jumped back into the alleyway.

Michelin straightened up, his mood seemed much better, and the gloom in his eyes dissipated a little.

Sure enough, it is the most common things in the world that can soothe the hearts of mortals.

With a familiar smile on his face, Michelin walked into the bar called 'Nightingale'.

As soon as you walk in, the hustle and bustle of a bar hits you.

There were many small round tables in the hall in front of the stage, and they were almost full of people.

The booths on both sides were still slightly empty, so Michelin walked straight to an empty booth on the left and sat down; he took out a Pele card and held it in his hand, waving to a little girl with orange hair running among the crowd in the hall.

"Little sister, this way."

This trick was indeed effective for Nami, and soon Bailey in Michelin's hand was snatched away by a little girl jumping up from the hall.

"Sir, what kind of wine do you want?"

Michelin was lying on the wooden railing, looking at the loli below who had been set back 12 years by the retrograde fruit, and reached out to touch her beautiful orange hair.

Unfortunately, Nami cleverly bent down and gave way to her calf.

Michelin retracted his hand in embarrassment and pretended to clear his throat.

"Ahem, ahem, I want a bottle of Jerez's sherry, and then bring me a lunch."

"Okay, guest, please wait a moment." Nami held the tray, bowed slightly, stepped back a few steps, and then turned around and left.

Nami turned around and smiled happily. She wanted to touch my head for a thousand pele tip. It was so beautiful.

Michelin thought it was because Nami didn't like other people touching her head, but he didn't expect that Nami was dissatisfied with the lack of money.

Although he was just testing it out, if he touched it, he would have fulfilled a dream.

When he was watching anime before, he really wanted to do something. It could be considered a dream.

It’s better to: hold Chopper and suck hard; try the feel of Luffy’s rubber body; sit on the Franky robot; ruffle Nami’s hair in her little lolita form…

Of course, there are also some thoughts of seeking death that are difficult to express right now.

For example: using Zorro's knife to chop wood, grabbing a handful of Brooke's hair, having a heart-to-heart talk with the evil eldest sister Robin...

Nami quickly brought a lunch and a bottle of sherry with a labored look. Michelin stepped forward to take the plate, took off the lunch and wine, and returned the plate to Nami, and also handed her another one. tip.

It was still a thousand beli. Nami took the plate, smiled even happier, and even took the initiative to talk.

He felt that the fat sheep in front of him was extremely fat and tender. Putting aside her inquiries for information, no one could stop her from making money.

"Brother, what are you doing here?"

"I'm here for a trip and looking for someone." Michelin unscrewed the cork and talked to Nami with a smile.

After saying that, he grabbed the cup handed over by Nami and poured half a glass of wine. Then he saw that Nami did not take back the hand that handed the cup.

He smiled and shook his head, took out another one thousand note and stuffed it into her hand.

The way Lorinami smiles is so cute, you can't help but want to kiss her.

Don't get it wrong, it's just because it's so cute, just like you want to kiss a cute child when you see it.

When Nami smiles in her greedy state, her eyes will narrow into two small crescents.

"You money-grubbing brat, you are so cute."

After Michelin handed over the money, he smiled very happily, grabbed the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.

Nami stayed here for a little too long, and soon someone shouted, and Nami, who was obviously in a low mood, left aggrievedly.

Before leaving, he smiled and waved to Michelin, sweetly asking him to call out if he needed anything.

Michelin smiled and waved to her.

I poured myself another glass of wine and ate my lunch while enjoying the sexy dance of the dancers on the stage.

This lunch is not much different from the morning. The ingredients are similar, at most the cooking method is different.

It wasn't Robin dancing on the stage either.

Although he is not a leg control, Robin, a sinister big sister, does not only have legs as her highlight.

While eating, he looked at the stage. To be honest, Michelin was still a little expectant and excited. After all, being able to see Robin dancing in person is the dream of many sea fans.

Just halfway through the meal, the music in the bar changed, and wolf howls sounded in the hall.

Robin comes out.

Accompanied by the fast-paced music with some Western style, Robin, who was long and straight, began to dance gracefully. Michelin, who was not a leg control, stared blankly at Robin on the stage while holding a bowl.

The slap in the face came so quickly, Robin's legs were simply invincible.

Michelin didn't react until the song ended.

I was a little fascinated by what I was watching just now. I looked down at the half bowl of cold food left. I was a little surprised and put it back on the table in disgust.

He grabbed the wine glass and took a small sip, then looked comfortably at Robin who was dancing softly on the stage.

This is so enjoyable and a dream come true.

When a bartender saw the guest put down the dishes in his hands from a distance, he immediately came over and whispered in Michelin's ear.

"Guest, please put the dishes away for you."

Michelin stared at the stage intently and casually handed over a Pele as a tip.

The bartender smiled and pressed Bailey on the tray, picked up the dishes and retreated.

On the way back to the kitchen, the little brother took Bailey into his arms, glanced at the dishes, and was stunned for a moment, then full of confusion.

There shouldn't be so much soup in today's lunch?

A bottle of wine is drunk the fastest when one is concentrating on admiring a beautiful scenery. Just as Michelin was pouring wine into the glass with an empty bottle, Nami cleverly came over with a new bottle of sherry.

"Brother, do you want another bottle?"

Michelin took the bottle of wine with a smile and handed over a tip very smoothly.

In fact, Nami has been staring at Michelin for a long time. After the boy collecting the bowls got a tip, Nami gave him a sharp look.

This fat sheep belongs to her, and no one is allowed to touch it.