Roar of the Pirate Fire Dragon

Baccarat always felt restless today, for no reason. It was simply a feeling of restlessness, a very strange feeling, as if something bad was about to happen, a very uneasy feeling.

This is really an unimaginable thing for Baccarat. This woman is a superhuman person with the ability of luck fruit, a holder of the terrifying ability to freely extract other people's luck into her own body.

It's not easy to make her feel uneasy.

But she does feel like this now, like a light on her back, which is a very weird feeling.

"what is the problem"

Baccarat was very confused.

Then, soon, she knew where this uneasy feeling came from.

"Oh, isn't this Baccarat? It's just the right time."

This is very exciting, as if a knife is placed on the neck, and suddenly I hear the excitement of leaving someone under the knife, which can be regarded as the sound of surviving the disaster.

"You are"

Baccarat's heart convulsed, she turned her head, and then she saw the face of a very familiar man. It was really the face of a very familiar man.

"Fire Dragon"

"It's Mr. Vlad"

Vlad corrected him seriously, "Based on our relationship, it's a little too rude to call me that."

"Oh, sorry,"

Baccarat immediately realized that the Vlad in front of her was not just a cat or a dog. She was a firm ally with her owner, Tezolo, the ruler of the ship, although she did not know the two people who were fighting life and death at that time. How could she suddenly become good friends who share life and death? However, this does not change the fact that Vlad and the force she belongs to are allies.

"Mr. Vlad"

Baccarat smiled like a flower, twisted her waist, walked to Vlad, and asked with a smile, "Why are you here?"

"Well, don't you know?"

Vlad was a little surprised and said, "I've already called Tezzolo."

"Eh"

Baccarat tilted her head, and then she remembered what Tesolo said with a smile this morning, an interesting guy is coming soon. She didn't pay much attention at the time. It turned out that this interesting guy was referring to Vlad?

"That's it, I remembered it, I'm really sorry,"

Baccarat apologized with a smile, "I didn't greet you."

"It's okay, as long as you help me solve this problem now"

Vlad waved his hands repeatedly and said so.

"question"

Baccarat turned to look at the middle-aged man who was standing next to Vlad, looking at her arrival with some trepidation, and asked, "What's the problem?"

"Well,"

Vlad looked a little embarrassed, "You know, the desserts you have here taste very good."

"Oh"

Baccarat suddenly realized that she had some understanding of Vlad's hobbies, "I understand."

"What do you unserstand"

Vlad rolled his eyes and said, "First of all, I don't like desserts. I just want to taste the special desserts of this city as a senior dessert connoisseur. This is a normal thing, right?" Bar"

"Oh~ then, what happens next?"

Baccarat smiled like this, her eyes looking at the middle-aged man standing next to Vlad.

"Lord Baccarat,"

Seeing that Vlad and Baccarat were chatting happily, and even Baccarat was somewhat flattering towards him, the attitude of the middle-aged man changed very quickly. The man who was so arrogant towards Vlad just now lowered his head immediately, "It's okay. fine"

"Hey, it's okay now"

Vlad plucked his ears and said angrily, "You just had to charge me money."

Where has the arrogance gone? I have already told you all the pros and cons of your desserts, okay? As long as you make corrections, your business will definitely be better."

What does it mean to have to collect money from you?

Baccarat cursed, if you eat someone else’s food, why don’t you want to pay for it?

"As a well-known dessert connoisseur, it's an honor just to be able to eat your food without charging you, okay?"

Vlad said of course, "Do you know who I am? Have you ever heard of the gourmet island Puke? I'm there to guide the country. When things are booming, those first-class pastry chefs in the sea are eager to give their efforts." The whole fortune let me try their desserts”

Vlad was deeply proud of his status as a well-known dessert connoisseur. It was not because he had no money that he wanted to eat the Overlord meal, but because he felt that he should not give money after tasting the other party's desserts. , you should also get paid, that's all.

"I'm already giving you face by being willing to eat your food, right?"

"Ha ha ha ha,"

Facing Vlad like this, Baccarat didn't know what to say. At this time, she just needed to smile.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for this gentleman."

The middle-aged man complained incessantly. He didn't expect that the person he met casually eating the King's meal was a big shot who knew Lord Baccarat, one of the city's managers. Just now, he dared to ask others to pay back the money. He knew this city deeply. The dark middle-aged man has fallen into deep fear.

"Humph, now I know I was wrong."

Vlad looked very proud, "Well, I think your chocolate cake is not bad. Give me another one and I will forgive you."

"what"

The middle-aged man looked a little stunned.

"how"

Vlad frowned and said, "Don't you want to?"

"Yes Yes"

Almost rolling and crawling, the middle-aged man ran into his store with an expression on his face that looked like he was surviving a disaster.

Baccarat looked at Vlad very strangely, completely confused as to what this man was thinking.

Soon, the middle-aged man carefully ran up to Vlad with a stack of chocolate cakes in his hands and offered them to him with both hands.

"Please, please use it, my lord"

"Oh, that's awesome. Thank you."

Vlad took the cake casually, his eyes almost shining, and then he waved his hand, and the middle-aged man ran away immediately with understanding.

"Mr. Vlad, let me take you to see Mr. Tezolo next."

When Vlad started enjoying the cake, Baccarat immediately asked.

"no need"

Vlad kept talking vaguely.

"no need"

Baccarat was a little surprised. Didn't Vlad come to this city because he wanted to see Tezzolo? She thought so in her heart.

"no need"

The one who spoke was not Vlad. In fact, Vlad was enjoying his food now and had no intention of speaking again. The one who spoke was a green-haired man who emerged from the crowd. The man's name was Gil. De Tezzolo, the master of this city, known as the Golden Emperor

"Lord Tezolo"

Baccarat was very surprised, wondering why Tezzolo appeared in such a place.

"Go and do your business, Baccarat,"

Tezzolo said, "I will receive Vlad's words."

"Yes"

Although she was full of curiosity, as a qualified subordinate, Baccarat left the show obediently.

"Oh, Tezzolo, long time no see."

Vlad licked his lips and smiled,

"So, how's the matter I asked you going?"