Listening to the conversation in the store, Maude couldn’t help but become curious about Thor’s background.
To be familiar with someone as significant as Shanks and to be respectfully addressed by Yasopp, Thor couldn’t be an unknown figure.
Maude had already deeply understood one truth in the short two days since arriving in this world.
In this era of grand exploration, filled with formidable characters, there must be countless powerful individuals not mentioned in the original story.
To establish oneself in such a world…
The difficulty is far beyond what it was in the Hunter world.
Maude instinctively tightened his grip on the flintlock rifle he had obtained from Yasopp.
Now that he had a weapon, the next step was to find a second target.
But to find a second target, he needed the freedom to move outside.
The deterrent power of just one gun wasn’t nearly enough.
He knew he had marksmanship but lacked the rapid reloading speed of Yasopp.
In a fight, he might only have one shot.
“Hmm?”
Maude’s eyes twitched as he suddenly thought of a more pressing issue.
“I don’t have any bullets…”
Earlier, he was focused on leaving the scene quickly, so he didn’t have time to ask Yasopp for some gunpowder and bullets.
Maude felt defeated.
That evening.
The dining room was brightly lit, the table was filled with delicious dishes, and the aroma of wine filled the air.
Shanks looked at the wine stain in his wooden cup and sighed, “I’ve drunk countless fine wines, but only the wine from my hometown keeps me longing for it.”
“Why are you still here?”
Thor drooped his eyelids, his face full of disdain, which was almost palpable.
“Don’t be so cold. We haven’t seen each other in a while.”
Shanks smiled brightly as he put down his cup as if the confrontation earlier in the day had never happened.
Sunny refilled Shanks’ cup while Yasopp quietly ate and drank.
As for Lucky Roo, after moving the wine back to the ship, he didn’t return.
Maude sat in a seat against the wall, relieved that Yasopp hadn’t left yet, thinking about when to ask Yasopp for some gunpowder and bullets.
He couldn’t ask for it at the dinner table.
After much thought, the only opportunity was—
Hurry up and go to the bathroom, hurry up and go to the bathroom, hurry up and go to the bathroom…!
Maude chanted silently in his mind.
While drinking, Yasopp shivered inexplicably.
Hmm? Could it be due to the significant temperature difference between day and night?
He shook his head and continued drinking.
Thor glanced at Shanks’ empty left sleeve and said indifferently, “What I said earlier wasn’t a joke. A big shot like you coming to my place just to buy wine is bound to cause me some unavoidable trouble.”
“You’re right.”
Shanks looked into his cup.
“Have you ever considered… joining my crew?”
“Joining your crew?” Thor sneered, “I’m an old man ready for the grave. Do you want me to retire on your ship? Besides, one Yasopp on your ship is enough.”
“Uh, I need to go to the bathroom.”
Yasopp couldn’t bear the heavy hat Thor had placed on him, so he got up, intending to use the bathroom as an excuse to avoid the conversation.
Maude saw this and followed quietly.
The absence of two people didn’t affect the conversation between Shanks and Thor.
“True…”
Shanks smiled, unable to refute Thor’s words.
Thor drank his wine in one gulp and said calmly, “For decades, there have been countless pirates, but how many have met a good end? As an old man discarded by the times, I’m content just to breathe another day.”
“…”
Shanks fell silent.
Sunny murmured softly, “Old, yet still running to the red-light district every day…”
Shanks couldn’t help but smile.
“Less talking, more eating.”
Thor first glared at Sunny, then glanced at Shanks, snorting, “What’s so funny? If you understand, don’t come here again.”
Shanks replied seriously, “Then tell me the location of your hidden stash.”
“Get lost!”
In the hallway.
“Do you need something?”
Yasopp stood at the bathroom door, tilting his head to look at Maude, who had followed him.
Maude nodded and whispered his request, “I need some bullets and gunpowder.”
“Huh?” Yasopp looked at Maude strangely, “This is a weapons store, you know.”
It was one thing to ask for a gun during the day, but asking for ammunition at night?
“That’s true, but…”
Maude was momentarily speechless, trying to come up with a suitable reason, but he lacked Sunny’s ease in passing the buck to Thor.
Seeing Maude struggling for words, Yasopp didn’t press the issue. He simply took out a small portion of bullets and gunpowder from his ammo bag.
“Is this enough?”
“Enough!”
Maude nodded quickly, fearing Yasopp might change his mind, and swiftly took the ammunition.
Yasopp felt a bit speechless. It was just a few bullets. Was it really such a big deal?
He glanced at the light from the dining room, thinking that Shanks and Thor would probably chat for a while longer. He decided to sit by the bathroom door and take out a cigarette.
Having obtained the ammunition, Maude didn’t plan to linger and intended to go to his room to store the bullets.
Just as he was about to leave, Yasopp offered him a cigarette.
“Want one?”
“Uh…”
Maude couldn’t refuse. He carefully put the bullets in his pocket before taking the cigarette.
Yasopp exhaled a puff of smoke, and perhaps out of boredom, he opened up a conversation.
“Ever thought about giving your gun a name?”
Maude pondered for a moment, just about to answer, when Yasopp interrupted, “Ah, I always called mine Old Buddy, but I couldn’t stay with it till the end. Guns aren’t like swords; they’re harder for people to remember by name.”
“Even if a gun has a famous name, people usually remember the person using it. But remember, a good gun makes a good sniper. So, what are you going to name Old Buddy?”
“I…”
Maude tried to speak but was interrupted again.
“Leaving Old Buddy behind, I do feel a bit reluctant, but giving it to you, I don’t know why, I feel an inexplicable sense of relief.”
“I…”
“However, as a marksman, you also need to be physically fit. You’re too weak.”
“I…”
“What am I doing? With Thor around, it’s not my place to give advice, haha. So, what are you going to name your gun?”
“I…”
“How about Usopp? Such a cute name. It’s actually my son’s name. Now that I think about it, he’s probably about your age.”
“…”
Smoke filled the air in front of the bathroom.
Maude understood.
When dealing with a talkative person who has been drinking, don’t even try to speak.
Just listen.
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