The turtle shell game between the Immortal Pirates and the Ancestral Turtles ended at midnight.

The result is self-evident.

The pirates lost a lot.

Some of the more irritating orcs lost, well, they are talking about you, Red Black Hand.

Even though I know that I am called a black hand, I am still so easy to bet.

He even lost all the generous rewards he had just received from Zemran's treasure to those seemingly honest but actually treacherous ancestor turtles.

Only smart people like Yudora and Razak won some spoils from the Ancestral Turtle.

But in general, the pirates almost lost their pants.

However, the crazy pharmacist Raenka is an exception. He played the turtle shell game with twenty ancestor turtles for most of the night, and won twenty consecutive games.

I won a lot of good things in the Golden Teeth Gang's warehouse.

Many ancestor turtles suspected that this crazy troll was cheating, but they could not provide any evidence.

In fact, Raenka did cheat, with four invisible troll ghosts around him helping him.

Playing the same Turtle Shell game in Lianlian is simply a God's perspective.

Unfortunately, his victory could not conceal the overall loss of the pirates, so in the second half of the night, all the pirates were drunk on the dock of the Ancestral Turtle.

Fortunately, because of the "strategic agreement" that Black and Totaka just reached, these wines are all provided for free.

Don't have money, drink openly!

Black had no intention of restraining these bastards under his command.

Ruling a group of pirates is completely different from commanding an army. The latter uses discipline to restrain combat effectiveness, while the former requires freedom to ensure greed and desire.

As a good captain, you must know how to meet the needs of your subordinates in exchange for support and follow, and establish majesty. Fear is a sword in Black's hand and a double-edged sword.

While aiming at the enemy, you must also face the other person at your own.

If you are pirates, you can’t talk about loyalty, it’s a scarce product in this industry.

While his subordinates were indulging in joy, Black stayed alone on his boat.

The Nagfal quietly dived under the sea, like a giant beast in the water, quietly suspended in the darkness, isolating all noise and making it quietly infiltrating inside.

Black's great cleaning of the Nagfal has not been completed, and the ship is filled with all kinds of things left by the unqualified ghost pirates.

Some are still very dangerous, so you have to take your time when dealing with them.

However, he cleaned up a captain's room for himself, which made it quite unique. Although the cabin still smelled of decay, some decorations snatched from the snake man were at least placed in the cabin.

There were carpets made of alpaca wool by foxes, a long table inlaid with gems and pearls, and a luxurious and noble gold chair.

These two things were found in Zemran's treasure, and at least they created a pretty decent "office place" for the captain.

Inside the cabin, there is a gorgeous large bed in Zandala noble style.

That's where Black rests.

"Hey, that's how the story is. The experience after your sleep is very exciting, but unfortunately you completely missed them."

The captain took off the chains from his neck and took off several skulls decorated there. He also thought the decorations were a bit too savage, so he decided to transform them.

"Did you develop a preference similar to the cannibal?"

Sefir was suspended in front of Black in his soul state. In the Nagfal, where death gathered, she could temporarily get rid of the soul-suppressing coins and walk back and forth in a free state.

But it is limited to the range of the Nagfal.

Miss Long looked at the chains with at least four skulls in Black's hand with curiosity and astonishment, she said:

"When did you start collecting your head as a trophy?"

"You don't understand, cruelty is also a kind of power, especially for pirates."

Black shrugged and took several skulls from the chains. He leaned against his luxurious golden chair, playing with one of them, and said to Sefiel:

"And these skulls have special meanings, such as this. It comes from the immortal first mate of the Pirate King Zandala, a mess who is keen on causing rebellion and has abnormal brains.

I need it to help me with one thing now, but I guess it won’t obey.”

As he spoke, Black reached out and knocked hard on the skull, and he said:

"Gabha! You have been silent since Zemran's death. Are you planning some rebellious plans against me? Before Zemran's death, he told me that he buried his most precious treasure in a mysterious place.

He said, you know that place.

Will you take me there?"

The skull of the Immortal First Officer did not answer, and it was like an ordinary, somewhat weathered troll skull.

Seeing it pretending to be dead so much, Black curled his lips.

He took out a ragged treasure map drawn by himself from his bag that had been replaced with the big backpack of the ancestor turtle, and opened it in front of the skull and swayed.

He snorted and said:

"The treasure is buried in a place called Skelton Island. You can see that the treasure map is marked very clearly. The island is located in a sea reef off the sea of ​​Zandala.

I don't need you, I can find it.

Poor Gaboa, I am giving you a chance to serve me. If you don’t answer, I will throw you to the ancestor turtles. They like to collect all kinds of strange things.

I think a troll skull that has existed for seven thousand years will definitely arouse their curiosity.

I can easily sell you for a good price.”

"I won't serve you! I won't serve anyone!"

Hearing Black's words, the troll's skull that had been pretending to be mute suddenly moved its upper and lower jaws and became noisy. Its eyes were filled with vicious soul fire, and he shouted:

"You disgusting, humble, shameless, greedy bilge! You killed Zemran, you made a mess of the rebellion I had planned for seven thousand years!

You also snatched away the treasure that should belong to me!

All the treasures on Treasure Island should be mine!”

"They can be yours, and my ship can't carry all the treasures now."

Black said to the troll skeleton in front of him in a calm tone:

"After we leave, I am still worried about the safety of those treasures on Treasure Island. I need a stingy, crazy, emotional guardian of treasures.

I think you are suitable.

Anyway, you will not serve me, so it may be a perfect ending for you to keep you in the treasures you have longed for for seven thousand years.

What do you think?"

"You... are you really willing to hand over those treasures to me?"

Gaboya's skull immediately calmed down, and the soul fire in its eyes shone with suspicious light, saying:

"Aren't you afraid that I'll hand them over to others?"

"The eternal curse Zemran has dissipated. I am immersed in the arrogance of rebellion and cannot extricate myself. You should know that you should have dissipated with the dissipation of that curse.

I used Bonsandy's magic spirit to keep you."

Black reached out and stroked Gaboya's pothole skull, he said:

"I'm not leaving you for fun. You've longed for those treasures for seven thousand years. The desire that will last for you here will certainly satisfy your wish.

But you also have to satisfy my wishes.

Get me what Zemran buried in Skelton Island, and I will appoint you as my treasure guardian.

You can stay with those treasures forever.

Until you are tired, until you desire eternal silence."

"good!"

Gaboya's skull shouted, and as Black's power was released, the weathered skull jumped on the table and landed on the ground, growing like a weird magic.

In just a few seconds, a broken skeleton was reshaped by the power of curses.

Gaboya used his skull fingers to clamp his skull, and broke up and down. With a click, the skull was restored and it moved its head flexibly.

He grabbed half a bottle of wine in front of Black without hesitation, raised his head and poured it into his skull mouth.

The wine flowed across the broken body and sprinkled everywhere.

"I need a ship and some crew members! I am not the first mate anymore, and my rebellion against Zemran has been successful! I am the captain now! Captain Gaboya...tsk tsk.

I like this name.”

The undead skeleton's face was spread open, and with the beating of the soul fire, it opened a strange and cold smile. It looked at the cabin where it was and rubbed its smooth chin with its fingers.

It says:

"And, I think your ship is very suitable for me..."

"No, you can't control my wild ship, Gaboa, believe me, stop saying such stupid words to anger it, it has a bad temper."
To be continued...