God's Pirate

In Cocosia Village, outside a log-colored room.

"No way?"

Al looked at the wooden house with a cross in front of him with dull eyes. It was a paradise for the injured, the only hope for the patients, and the only private clinic in Cocosia Village.

Logically speaking, you should be happy that you have finally arrived at your destination. But its door is closed.

Al thought for a while, and finally remembered what Kasa, who had just left halfway, said: "By the way, I saw a lot of villagers when I came here just now. They seem to be here to deal with these fish-men, right?"

Isn't it? Did even the doctors in this village fight? This is too miserable! Al muttered inwardly. Then he said to Garu in a deep voice: "There is nothing we can do, let's wait for a while!"

"Yeah." Garu replied casually, not paying particular attention.

An hour later, in a private clinic filled with the smell of disinfectant.

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts, please be gentle!" On a black bench, Al sat on it with his upper body bare, and the lines on his face were distorted.

"You are the one who defeated Aaron after all. Can you stop screaming for such a minor injury?" The doctor, wearing a scarf with a cross embroidered on his head and a pair of sunglasses, said angrily while treating Al's wounds.

The wounds on Al's body were not big, they were just scratches on his left arm and waist that were bitten by a dog. They would heal on their own even if they were not treated.

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"But it hurts! You have to pay attention to the wound no matter how small it is! Otherwise, what will happen if it gets worse!" Al retorted to the doctor righteously, and then said casually: "But I didn't expect that you, at your age, would dare to go there. You must be very courageous to cause trouble for Aaron."

Just now, when he saw the doctor returning to the clinic after cleaning up the fishmen, Al's whole body collapsed.

After all, can you imagine an old man in his 50s or 60s looking for someone with a shovel to fight for his life? I'm afraid something will happen if I haven't hit anyone yet.

"There is nothing we can do about it. After all, if I don't go, I will die if something happens to them. Rather than doing this, I might as well contribute my meager strength." The doctor answered calmly.

chapped.

"Okay, that's enough. You should be fine in two days." As the scissors cut off the bandage, the doctor walked aside and started Garou's treatment.

He glanced at Garu's body, and the first thing he saw were the dense knife marks, followed by the blue bruises, and the last thing that caught his eye was the clock tattoo on Garu's back.

"Why do you have this clock tattoo on your back? Do your tattoos have any meaning?" A trace of curiosity flashed in the doctor's eyes.

He noticed this when he was bandaging Al just now. After all, it was not only a clock, but also composed of sacred words next to it.

"This! This is the mark of a partner and a symbol of the family!" Al put on his special beast suit, looked at the gap on it distressedly, and answered casually.

The clock-shaped tattoo mark is the symbol of the blood-linked clan.

"Familia? That's pretty good." The doctor said thoughtfully while bandaging Garu.

Garu's stab wounds were still quite serious. Even with the protection of light armor and ability points, he still suffered a lot of damage, some of which even required stitches.

Compared to him, Al's injuries were nothing short of childish.

However, he sat in the chair and did not pay attention to these injuries. He quietly accepted the doctor's treatment, with a rare soft look in his eyes.

Da da da. Voices came from the quiet clinic, and footsteps gradually approached.

They should all be dealing with those fishmen at this time. Who is here? Al raised his head in confusion and looked at the solid wood-colored wooden door.

The wooden door of the clinic was pushed open. Jian, who was staring at the windmill, passed Garu and the doctor beside him, walked quickly to Al, and lowered his voice and said to him:

"Boy, come with me."

After saying that, he didn't care about the reactions of the three people and walked out directly.

What could it be? Al stood up with confusion.

"Well, Garu, I'm going out for a while." After saying hello, he walked towards the door.

Outside Cocosia Village, on a cliff facing the sea.

A cross tombstone stood quietly here. The breeze blew and the windmill on Ajian's head rotated.

At this time, he was holding an open bottle of beer upside down, and the water dropped through the air and fell in front of the tombstone, memories and sadness alternated in his eyes.

"So, why did you come here specifically for me?" Al asked softly, glancing at Ajian and the tombstone.

"Boy, how much do you know about Nami?" Jian pressed the police hat on his head so that it covered his reddish eyes.

"Well, everyone probably knows that this is her mother's grave!"

"That's it! She told you." A slightly melancholy voice came from Ajian's mouth.

"So?" Al asked with some confusion.

"Since she told you, I won't say anything anymore, but Nami has already given a lot to this village. She has been tortured, so if you dare to let her down, no matter how strong you are, I will make you look good. Yes!" His eyes turned red, and Ajian's voice was a little hoarse.

It turns out it was for this matter! Although it’s not what Nami said, I will do it if you don’t say it! Al whispered in his heart.

Then Ajian lifted the empty beer bottle, put it to his mouth and squirmed his throat a few times.

The wine did not flow out. He dropped the bottle in his hand, turned around and stared at Al with his blood-red eyes, and said seriously:

"Promise me not to make her cry again!"

"Yes, I will." Raising his head and looking into Ajian's eyes, Al replied solemnly.

After all, Al had already made up his mind to protect Nami's smile when she agreed to join him.

The two pairs of eyes faced each other closely.

Jian looked at Al deeply for a few seconds, as if he could see his determination, took a deep breath, patted his shoulder, and walked towards Cocosia Village.

Watching Ajian go away, Al slowly walked to the cross tombstone.

Looking at the simple tombstone in front of him, his thoughts wandering aimlessly, Al whispered unconsciously:

"Are these the parents?"

"Do I also have a tombstone like this on Earth? Are my parents also so sad?"

He raised his head and looked up at the blue sky with white clouds passing by, and his thoughts could not calm down for a long time.