"Move quickly and bring things onto the boat."

Under the blue sky, on the coast, Wigel stood on the deck and shouted loudly, two small boats traveled to and from the island and the Blood Axe.

Old John stood in front of the rudder, narrowing his eyes slightly, revealing a look of remembrance.

"Show off!"

"set sail!"

After five days of repair, the Blood Axe, which had broken sideways, sailed into the ocean after a battle.

In the kitchen, Liszt directed Charles and Coleman to arrange all kinds of ingredients, including bacon hunted by Old John, and plants and fruits collected by Liszt.

"Chief chef, it's ready." Coleman wiped his sweat, stood with Charles, and showed a flattering smile.

"There are two bottles of leftover rum in that box that I drank last night." Lister knew what the pirates like.

Leaving Charles, Coleman hid in the kitchen and drank, Liszt walked onto the deck.

The blue sky is as clear as clouds, and the warm wind brings the smell of the sea.

After Wigel returned to the captain's room, the pirates relaxed, lay or sat, and loudly talked about what they had to do after the dock, which was mostly related to women.

"Chief Chef, what do you want to do after you dock?" asked a pirate.

"How about going to Huajie with us? I'll introduce you to a woman and I'll guarantee you like it."

"Sig, are you going to introduce your lover to the chief chef?"

The pirates burst into laughter.

The pirate named Sig didn't care and said loudly: "If our chef liked it, I think Politaya wouldn't refuse."

"That must be Politaya despised you for being too short." Liszt said to him.

"Hahaha!" The pirates laughed.

Sieg's face turned red, he stood up and unbuttoned his belt, put his hands on his hips, and said to the pirates with a proud look: "Look, look, only the great Sieg can conquer Politaya!"

"Hey, Sig, put away your ugly and short guy and don't take our chief chef." The sailor tied the rope and shouted with a smile.

“Short?”

Sieg lifted his pants unhappily. He didn't dare to talk to the sailor. He looked at Liszt and said maliciously: "Chief, I heard that you have learned physical skills with Uncle John recently. How about you? Let's compare?"

"Sig, don't bully our chief chef."

"That's right, I defeated the chef, who cooks us delicious food?"

The boring pirates were not bothering to watch the fun and shouted sarcastically.

Lister realized that food cannot be respected by pirates. On the sea, only fists are awe-inspiring.

Liszt glared at Sieg, "Okay, Sieg, just hit."

The pirates who were shouting, including Sig, were stunned for a moment. They seemed to have not expected that Liszt was really willing to take action, but then the deck became more and more lively.

"Sig, the chef is challenging you!"

"Chief Chef, knock Sig down, we bet you win..."

"Come on, bet." The sailor smiled and took out the wooden barrel and shouted the pirates to place bets.

The noise on the deck alarmed Wigle. He walked out of the captain's room, looked for a while, walked to the old John at the helm, and asked, "Who do you think will win?"

Old John glanced at the deck without thinking: "Sig!"

Wigel was not surprised. He looked at the two people who started fighting and said with emotion: "He is so young and energetic! We should recruit some young new crew members."

"Then we're going to change a ship," Old John replied.

The Blood Axe is not big, it is just a mast sailboat and cannot accommodate too many crew members.

A burst of cheers broke out below, and Sieg put Liszt down with a backdrop, winning.

Liszt stood up rubbing his shoulders, spitting depressedly, and said to Sieg, who was walking back and forth with his hands up and showing off his might, "Sig, I will defeat you next time!"

Sieg laughed: "Chief Chef, I will win next time!"

The sailor came to Liszt, hooked his neck, and said, "Boy, you made me lose ten thousand Baileys!"

Listra had an idea and said with a smile: "Hansen, teach me how to defeat Sig, and you will win a hundred thousand Bailey next time!"

Hansen thought for a while, patted his thin body, and said, "You should eat more!"

Two days later, the Blood Axe stopped at the port of Sheldstown.

The pirates who were allowed quickly disappeared at the dock, of course, they were not here to rob, but to consume.

They will give the property they obtained from their last robbery to bars and casinos, and to those colorful women, until they are in poverty, they will return to the ship, looking forward to the next robbery.

"Liszt, are you really not getting off the boat with us?" Charles asked.

Given Liszt's well-behaved and obedient, Captain Wiggle allowed the newcomer Liszt to disembark, but he had to be with Charles and Coleman.

Liszt rejected Wigel's kindness.

"You go, there must be someone staying on the boat, right?"

Liszt is not interested in the world of flowers and wine.

Coleman and Charles stopped persuading him and got off the boat with their arms around him.

"Uncle John, Liszt, I'm leaving the Blood Axe to you." Wiggle changed into a straight black suit, making him look less like the pirate leader, but a successful businessman.

Hansen, Sieg, followed him, and after the dock, the man in navy clothes who were waiting to talk a few words and quickly left.

Liszt withdrew his gaze and thoughtful.

"Uncle John, you taught me that trick last time, see if you are right..."

On the deck, Liszt began training.

The Blood Axe was parked for nearly half a month, and during this period, Wigel came back and took people to take away the stolen goods on the ship.

Just prepare the food of Old John and his own, Liszt has more time to train. Perhaps because people in this world are born with strong physiques, Liszt's progress is very obvious, and his thin body is gradually becoming stronger.

Relying on the mast and looking at Liszt who was sweating profusely and focused on training, Old John suddenly picked up the scimitar and kicked it, and he was like a tiger coming out of the cage and slashed it down with one knife.

The strong wind blew, Liszt's hair stood upright, dodging to the side, but Old John's sword was as fast as lightning, cutting the wound on his right arm, blood came out, dyeing a red linen shirt.

Old John landed his right foot on the ground, supported his body with his right foot, twisted his waist and threw his left foot out like a whip, kicking Liszt in the chest with huge force kicking Liszt away five or six meters and throwing it onto the deck.

Old John licked the blood from the scimitar, walked to Liszt, stepped on his back, and Liszt, who was struggling to get up, lay down again.

“Too weak!”

Lister supported the deck with both hands, but Old John's foot was like a mountain, and no matter how hard he struggled, he could not get up.

"It's too weak. If you train like this, let alone go to the Great Route, there is no place for you in the East China Sea. Give up and be your chef, what's wrong with it?"

Lister gritted his teeth and clattered.

"Give up? I won't give up."

Old John raised his foot and kicked Liszt in the ribs. Liszt flew out, hit the hatch door, and fell down and vomited blood.

"The whine of the defeated dog is the most boring."

Lister struggled to sit up, spit out blood foam, looked at Old John, and smiled.

"Yes, so I want to be stronger. I'm still young. I still have a chance. What about you? Old guy?"

"court death!"
Chapter completed!