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 strange feeling.
"What is going on?"
Baccarat was very confused.
Then, soon, she knew where this uneasy feeling came from.
"Oh, isn't this Baccarat? You came just in time!"
"Who are you--"
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 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 random person, but a firm ally with her owner, Tesoro, the ruler of the ship, although she did know the two people were fighting life and death at that time. How could they 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 Tesoro!"
"Eh?"
Baccarat tilted her head, and then she remembered what Tesoro said with a smile this morning, that an interesting guy was 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.
"Ah?"
Baccarat turned to look at the middle-aged man standing next to Vlad, who was a little trepidat her arrival, and asked, "What's the problem?"
"Well,"
Vlad looked a little embarrassed, "You know, your desserts here taste very good!"
"Oh!"
Baccarat suddenly realized that she had some understanding of Vlad's hobby, "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?"
"Oh~ Then, what happens next?"
Baccarat smiled, 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.
"Hey, are you okay now?"
Vlad opened his ears and said in an unhappy tone, "Where was the arrogance when you insisted on charging me money just now? I've obviously told you all the pros and cons of your dessert, okay? As long as you correct it, you will definitely do it. Better your business!"
What does it mean? Do we to have let it go?
Baccarat cursed, "Do you want to eat other people's food without paying for it?"
"As a well-known dessert connoisseur, it's an honor just for me to be able to eat your food without charging you, okay?"
Vlad said as a matter of course, "Do you know who I am? Ah, have you ever heard of the gourmet island Puke? I point out the country on it. When the business is booming, those top-notch pastry chefs in the sea are eager to pay their entire 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 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?"
"Hahahaha,"
Facing Vlad like this, Baccarat didn't know what to say. At this time, she just needed to smile, right?
"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 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 you know you were wrong?"
Vlad looked very proud, "Well, I think your chocolate cake is not bad. Give me another one and I will forgive you!"
"--ah?"
The middle-aged man looked a little stunned.
"What?"
Vlad frowned and said, "Don't you want to?"
"Yes Yes!"
Almost rolling around, 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 great! Thanks!"
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 Master Tesoro next!"
When Vlad started enjoying the cake, Baccarat immediately asked.
"No!"
Vlad kept talking vaguely.
"No?"
Baccarat was a little surprised. Didn't Vlad come to this city because he wanted to see Tesoro? She thought so.
"No!"
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 Gild Tesoro, the master of this city, known as the Golden Emperor!
"Lord Tesoro??"
Baccarat was very surprised, wondering why Tesoro appeared in such a place.
"Go and do your business, Baccarat,"
Tesoro said, "I will receive Vlad's words!"
"yes!"
Although she was full of curiosity, as a qualified subordinate, Baccarat left the show obediently.
"Oh, Tesoro, long time no see!"
Vlad licked his lips and smiled,
"So, how's the thing I asked you to do?"