C229 (1/2)

”Les...” I... Cough cough … I... Was it really a burden, as Mu Mu Mu had said? ”Cough, cough, cough …”

Jerome tried to get up, but his strength was gone, so he fell to the floor again, coughing.

”Eldest Young Master, why are you so stupid! She said that to save you! 5555... Young Master, don't talk anymore. Let's go to the hospital immediately.

Les summoned the servants and helped Jerome aboard the ship.

”Eldest Young Master, I've lived for so many years. This is the first time I've seen a vicious pirate listen to a girl and let us go. At that time, Wood was simply our Goddess of Luck. ”

Les wrapped himself in thick gauze and his green eyes filled with tears.

”Is she a goddess?”

Jelo looked up, squinting, feeling the warmth of the sun on his limbs.

This time, even though Les had offended himself by saying how stupid he was, he really felt that living with wood made one simple and happy.

Clouds were floating in the clear sky while the sunlight melted the colorful clouds.

After a while, the blue waves spread out for thousands of miles.

A few high - masted pirate ships were sailing on the waves.

The sea was full of singing, and the pirates were singing and dancing, and humming an old song, which, if you listened to it carefully, you could tell to be Byron, the great English poet of the nineteenth century, ”The Pirates Life.” They were drinking wine with open chests, some of them clutching their masts and ropes, some of them with knives in their hands, some of them paddling their oars, but all of them were singing together: