Pirate's Fishing Fruit

While the three of Cyrano were chatting with each other, a small human race walked through the green pipe and came to the dark dungeon with "chirping" steps.

Freya immediately cleverly hid.

It was a powerful knight wearing miniature silver armor.He held a mini lamp in one hand and a finger-long knight's gun in the other, and stopped in front of the iron fence.

In order to avoid presbyopia, Cyrano and Porusalino sat down close to the little human knight in a tacit understanding.

They want to see what each other is going to do?

Under the light as big as a grain of rice, the two figures, one large and one small, suddenly formed a sharp contrast.

The silver-armored young general clicked lightly, and the knight's gun suddenly made a "big hole". He seemed to want to declare his power in this way!

"Name?"

"...This little...sir, I think we can have a good talk..." Cyrano almost couldn't help but laugh.

Just kidding, he is a professional!

"Stop talking nonsense and be honest. I'm asking you something! Your name!"

The little knight with white beard pretends to be a villain.

"Just say whatever you have~"

Porusalino pricked up his ears, polished his nails on the side, and gloated.

"Shut up! You think I am you!"

Cyrano glared at Porusalino, and then began to angrily yell at the mini knight in front of him: "Do you know who I am? How dare you speak to me like this?

I won’t scare you to death if I tell you. I’m known as “the ultimate villain of the East China Sea who enforces fishing laws and regulations”, “the enthusiastic citizen of Rogue Town, Night Batman”, “the Cowherd of the Lantern House and an expert on acupuncture points”, "Director of Qidian Orphanage", "Yixin Dojo", "CEO of Dongfeng Express", "Partner of Justice"... ahem, forget this...

In terms of title, I have more titles than you, and in terms of ability, I am better than you. Do you dare to ask me my name?I should be the one asking for your name!Recruit from the real situation!Leniency if you confess, severity if you resist!Otherwise I'll break your dog's legs! "

"Dimak, my name is Dimak!"

"Very good, what's your age?"

"."

"What the hell are you? Are you sure you're not 80 years old?"

"I can't help it. Growing beards since childhood is a characteristic of our little human race."

"How many people are in the family?"

"Everyone gave their hearts to the tribe, and only me and a mini sow who can climb trees and lay eggs are left... Wuwuwu~~"

"Do pigs still lay eggs these days? What do you do? Postpartum care for gilts?"

"Fart! I am a great knight appointed by the chief himself! For the tribe!!!"

"I'll give you another chance to reorganize your language and follow the chief..."

"The chief is very angry now and the consequences will be serious!"

"why are you mad?"

"Because you despicable outsiders have awakened the dream of our tribe's guardian sacred beast... No, why should I answer your question? Damn it! I was actually deceived again..."

"Why did you say 'again' again? Brother, your reaction arc is a bit too long..." Porusalino, who was dumbfounded by Cyrano's mainly anti-customer operation, silently complained in his heart.

"It seems that the record in "Where Are the Magical Races" is correct. The small humans are naturally pure and kind, and can easily be fooled... especially when they meet Cyrano, the shameless, despicable and despicable sea demon... It's really amazing. ! What the hell is this? Even the comic strips of Germa 66 wouldn’t dare to draw it like this, would they?”

"Why are we captured here?" Cyrano asked in the same vicious tone, showing the air of a ruthless man who would not give up until blood was shed.

"This, this, nonsense! It was obviously you who fell in on your own initiative, but now you are blaming us..."

Dimac was so angry that he blew his beard and glared. He raised his head and pointed at Cyrano's nose, rolled his eyes and cursed: "We kindly saved you! I didn't expect you guys to be ungrateful at all!"

"Hey, can you untie these sea-floor stone handcuffs? I'm about to die! Mr. Dimac~~"

Porusalino, who was on the side, also started to show off his acting skills. He was going to bully... ah no, to win the sympathy of Dimac, who didn't seem very smart in front of him.

"Hmph! Do I look like a fool?" Dimac sneered: "Am I going to tell you that the key is in the chief's hand?"

Cyrano: "..."

Polsalino: "..."

The two of them looked at each other in tacit understanding and could only shrug helplessly.

"Then what's your purpose in coming to us?" Cyrano threatened loudly: "Speak quickly! Otherwise I will eat you alive!"

"Ah, it's the chief who sent me to invite you to a banquet!" Cold sweat poured down Dimak's face.

"Is that so? It's true that the person who came here is evil!"

Cyrano muttered to himself.

"Ahem, um, we are the ones here!"

Porusalino reminded in a low voice.

"Um... um, are you satisfied?" Cyrano asked curiously.

Dimac was stunned for a moment. Is this the point?Due to his bad nature of lying, he still answered seriously and resoundingly:

"Of course! Our tribe will never let every guest who comes from afar go hungry! Nor will every enemy think that they can leave safely after eating the food that our tribe has worked so hard to grow. !”

"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and lead the way, Mr. Dimac! I'm so hungry!" Cyrano's expression changed instantly, and he looked harmless, even a little flattering.

Oh!

A dog from a distance, Cyrano up close.

"Cyrano, this is probably a trap!" Porusalino felt that he had to catch Cyrano, who was like a starving ghost reincarnated, to prevent him from getting caught in it.

What about being cautious as promised?How did you become contra-cautious?

Porusalino suddenly felt that his heart was very tired.

He shouldn't have been impulsive in the first place. Just laugh it off when people say you're not a man enough and look like a monkey. Why should you be stupid enough to make a bet with someone, ugh, a beast?In the end, he lost inexplicably... He stepped on the air and fell into the pool. The problem was that the water in the pool was still sea water...

Doesn't this mean that he is worse than a beast?

Just when he was about to continue to persuade Cyrano to be a good man, Cyrano waved his hand and angrily said: "Polusalino, I think your ideological style is very problematic! How can you doubt Mr. Dimac and his tribe's attitude toward Our goodwill and enthusiasm?”

"not me……"

"Stop it, Polusalino. If you stay here, you will starve to death. If you go to the banquet, the most you will get is to be hacked to death. You choose one! We are weak now. We must be conscious. Weak people can't help it." You choose your own way of death..."

The implication is that it’s like this anyway, so let’s just leave it alone!

"Have you negotiated?"

Dimac rubbed his eyes and yawned. He had been petting a lot of pigs recently, and his body still couldn't bear it!

"put."

"No swing."

"Say it again!" Cyrano gritted his teeth. If it weren't for the iron fence, he would have almost pounced on Porusalino.

"Um..." Porusalino was a little embarrassed and raised his eyebrows.

Cyrano's eyes rolled around, and he coughed: "If you're willing to show off, I'll say good things about you to Miss Alice, how about that?"

Porusalino's eyes lit up, he immediately stood up and shouted decisively:

"You can pose, you can pose! You have to do it beautifully!"

Cyrano: "..."

Dimac: "..."

Freya: "..."

So, the banquet is ready!

(To be continued)

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