The Red Count, who had just stepped into the tavern, almost lost his balance upon hearing what Charlotte said.
The Red Count looked at Charlotte with a look of annoyance and helplessness. He had seen shameless people, but never one as brazen as Charlotte.
"Ahem!"
The Red Count coughed to indicate that he was still there.
Hearing the sound, Charlotte turned around and pulled the Red Count to a clean table to sit down.
"Hahaha! Ryder, later we must compete with each other in drinking!"
Charlotte sat at the table and said to the Red Count.
The Red Count, originally disdainful, suddenly seemed to remember something.
"I seem to remember someone is only twenty years old, right?"
The Red Count said, holding a cup of black tea.
"Huh? What do you mean?"
Charlotte was puzzled when the Red Count mentioned this.
"Hahaha! Nah, it's just that drinking with a twenty - year - old ain't fun even if I win!"
The Red Count mercilessly mocked.
Bang!
"Ryder, stop looking down on people! Oh! Right, someone just lost to a twenty - year - old lad!"
Charlotte was extremely angry at first, but then calmed down.
Bang!
"You, you little...!"
The Red Count also slapped the table and pointed at Charlotte.
But then!
"Hahahahahaha!"
The two burst out laughing at the same time, looking at each other.
This left many drunkards around them bewildered.
Bang!
Whoosh!
Just when a drunkard was annoyed by their laughter. He slapped the table and was about to curse.
The Red Count and Charlotte simultaneously drew their weapons and launched a slash at the drunkard.
The Red Count drew the umbrella placed beside the table, while Charlotte took out a dagger.
Two slashes, one red and one white, struck the drunkard at the same time!
"Ah!"
Charlotte cut off the drunkard's hand that was about to be raised, while the Red Count was even more ruthless. With a swing of his umbrella, he sliced the drunkard from the waist to the chest.
Severe pain instantly engulfed the drunkard's whole body, sobering him up from his drunkenness.
Creak creak!
People around them stood up one after another.
However, such a swift slash immediately frightened those who were about to speak, and they swallowed back the words that were on their lips.
After seeing their skills, they knew these were people they couldn't afford to provoke.
Clatter!
A large group of drinkers all ran towards the door.
After running outside, they screamed frantically.
"Murder! Murder!"
Those who had just been in the tavern shouted as they ran.
The curious ones peeked into the tavern.
They saw a big guy lying in a pool of blood.
"Hiss! Murder!"
Those who wanted to watch the show also ran away immediately. Who would dare to stay and watch when someone was killing?
As more and more people shouted, everyone in this area ran away.
Charlotte and the Red Count just looked at each other with smiles.
"Hahahahaha!"
The two laughed out loud at the same time.
"Boss~! Where's the wine? Bring the wine to me, or I'll break your legs!"
Charlotte shouted at the person behind the bar, whether it was the boss or not. His tone was extremely fierce, and his expression was extremely menacing.
The boss was so frightened that he huddled behind the bar, not daring to look up.
But after hearing Charlotte's voice, he still endured his fear and carried a tray on which there were two bottles of wine.
"G-Guest! Y-Your wine!"
The boss carried the wine shakily, his hands trembling non - stop because the dead man with wide - open eyes was next to him.
"Hahaha!"
Charlotte took out one of the bottles and handed it to The Red Count. Then he took out the remaining bottle and opened it.
"Come on, clink glasses and bottoms up!"
After saying that, Charlotte raised the bottle.
Clang!
The Red Count also picked up his bottle and clinked it with Charlotte's.
Glug glug!
The two of them tilted their heads back and downed the wine in one go.
Clang!
Charlotte smashed the bottle on the ground.
"Cool!"
Charlotte tossed his flowing blond hair back as he lifted his head.
"Bring me all the wine!"
After finishing his drink, Charlotte shouted at the boss beside him.
"Y-Yes! Y-Yes! Y-Yes!"
The boss was terrified. Charlotte's imposing manner at this moment was simply too overwhelming.
The boss quickly brought out several more bottles of good wine.
Then Charlotte and The Red Count started drinking as if nothing had happened.
Outside!
Bang!
"What did you say! Someone actually dared to kill someone openly in broad daylight in Water 7. Who gave him the guts? Constable, constable, go and arrest him right away."
The person speaking was Mayor Hoile of Water 7, who was the protector behind those evil forces.
"Yes, Mayor!"
The constable hurriedly summoned his subordinate constables and rushed quickly towards the place where the murder had occurred.
But they were a bit slow. To be precise, they learned about this news too late.
Charlotte and The Red Count were like children, constantly competing with each other.
You have one bottle, I have one bottle. Neither would yield to the other.
"Um! Drink! Drink!"
Charlotte's face was flushed. Lying on the table, he held a half - full bottle of wine and shouted in a daze.
The Red Count was no better off.
He said nothing but just kept pouring the wine into his mouth.
"Hahaha! I finished a bottle before you! I win! Hahaha!"
Bang!
After finishing this bottle, The Red Count slammed down on the table.
"Hahaha! Y-You're drunk, hahaha I win again!"
Bang!
Charlotte also collapsed directly.
At the same time when the two of them fell, the eyes of several people hiding in the kitchen flickered.
These were the same people who had seen Charlotte and The Red Count swimming by the shore before.
"Boss! These guys finally passed out. How much have they drunk!"
The greasy man in a vest next to him said with a click of his tongue.
The leader, whose face was tattooed with a scorpion, stared blankly at the two of them.
"Quickly put slave collars on them and send them to the Water 7 auction house. Hopefully, we can get a good price for them."
The boss took a puff of his cigarette and gave the order.
These people were part of the slave - hunting team affiliated with the Water 7 auction house.
"Yes, boss!"
After hearing the boss's words, four of his subordinates immediately stepped forward and walked towards Charlotte and The Red Count.
The four lackeys, who had been cautious before, looked relaxed after putting the slave collars around Charlotte and The Red Count's necks.
One of the lackeys even gave The Red Count a kick.
"Still being a stuck - up prick, you bastard?"
This lackey was the one who had been glared at by The Red Count before.
"Hahaha! Jack! Don't kick him so hard. These are all berries! He's The Red Count Patrick Redfield, a big-time pirate with a bounty of eleven million berries. If you kick him badly, he'll be worthless."
A guy next to him quickly grabbed Jack, who wanted to kick a few more times, and said.
"Humph! I'll let you off the hook this time! But once you're in the hands of those nobles, you're gonna be in big trouble!"
Jack spat and said.
Those nobles are all freaks! With his noble and cold appearance, The Red Count is the favorite of those noble ladies.
"Heheh!"
The several people carried The Red Count and Charlotte and ran towards the auction house.