Chapter 39 I seem to have encountered a great pirate? (Ch 39)

Nightingale, who was originally a little hesitant, laughed after hearing Orgrim’s self-introduction.

“Then this gentleman wearing a gas mask should also be a pirate, right?” Nightingale asked with a smile.

“Haha, that’s right, Ben Beckman.” Beckman also smiled kindly and introduced.

“I never thought that one day I would be invited by a pirate to drink a glass of… bitter melon juice?” Nightingale said with self-mockery.

But he still stood up, walked calmly to the table where Orgrim and Beckman were, and sat down. After all, if he didn’t come over, wouldn’t he look like a coward? I’m going to pretend!

“You’re so brave! Even though you knew we were pirates, you still dared to sit here.” Orgrim patted Nightingale’s shoulder with a smile and teased.

Nightingale also smiled and responded, “I don’t think you two look like evil people. You probably had no choice but to become pirates, right?”

“Are you a great fortune teller?” Orgrim asked with a smile.

“Former great fortune teller.” Nightingale responded with a smile.

“Hahahaha, but you guessed wrong. Neither Orgrim nor I are good people. We are extremely vicious… Well, that’s exactly how the World Government and the Navy evaluate us, and…” Beckman hadn’t finished his words yet.

Orgrim continued, “And we didn’t do this out of necessity. It was out of interest. We are the real villains.”

Nightingale was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand and said, “You two don’t need to scare me like this, right?”

As soon as he finished speaking, the bartender seemed to remember the name of Khaz’goroth Orgrim and looked at Orgrim with some horror.

Orgrim waved his hand at him and said, “What are you still standing there for? Go get the bitter melon juice!”

“Yes, yes, I’ll go right away!” the bartender answered in a panic, and when he left, he accidentally bumped into the table next to him.

The bartenders in a pub should be considered to be very well-informed people. They need to be very discerning, otherwise they may offend someone they shouldn’t offend, which may bring big trouble or even death.

Nightingale was naturally aware of this, so when he saw the bartender running away in a panic, he became a little panicked.

“Ahem…Excuse me for asking, what’s the bounty for you two?” Nightingale cleared his throat and asked as if nothing had happened.

“Fifty million Baileys.” Beckman smiled and said with a malicious tone.

Nightingale felt a drop of sweat on his forehead when he heard this. He smiled awkwardly and said, “That’s amazing…”

“I’m not that great. Orgrim is the great one.” Beckman teased evilly.

Nightingale looked at Orgrim again after hearing this, and Orgrim smiled grimly, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then waved his hand and said, “I’m not that great, just a nobody, 150 million Baileys.”

The 50 million berries just now were already very impressive in this place. After all, this was the gateway to the first half of the Grand Line. Even if there were pirates coming, most of them were newcomers from all over the world. Generally, 30 million berries was considered very good.

What happened is that next to this pirate with 50 million berries sat a boss with 150 million berries?

One hundred and fifty million Baileys…you can call yourself a great pirate all over the world!

Nightingale felt a little toothache. Why did he act so arrogant just now? Wouldn’t it be better to reject the invitation tactfully? Knowing that they were pirates, he still came to have a drink? Isn’t this asking for trouble?

“I suddenly remembered that I still have some things to do. Excuse me. I hope we will meet again if we are lucky…” Nightingale said quickly.

Orgrim and Beckman both smiled and didn’t really stop anything. They just wanted to have some fun and spice up their boring lives.

However, Orgrim still said with a sense of humor: “Are you not going to drink the bitter melon juice that is as bitter as life?”

“Next time, definitely next time.” Nightingale quickly waved her hand and said.

“Hahahahaha…you are really an interesting person.” Orgrim said with a laugh.

Nightingale forced a smile and nodded, then stood up and prepared to leave this evil tavern that was hiding a huge pirate.

However, just as he stood up, the door of the tavern was pushed open by another group of people. This group of people did not look like good people. They were arrogant and domineering, looking around as if they were looking for someone.

Nightingale, who was about to leave, turned around immediately after seeing the guy leading them, and cursed her bad luck.

Orgrim and Beckman smiled and asked, “What’s the matter? Is there anything wrong?”

“I suddenly feel that it would be very rude of me to just walk away after you two treated me to juice. I’d better drink it before leaving.” Nightingale said with an awkward smile.

Beckman glanced at the guys who broke in, and then asked, “Are those bastards looking for you?”

Nightingale did not deny or quibble, and whispered: “Yes, just like you, he is also a pirate, and he wants me to treat their captain…”

“I see. Why don’t you go?” Orgrim asked again with some curiosity.

“Let me reiterate again, I am a former doctor.” Nightingale said with a curl of his lips.

Beckman raised his eyebrows, then grinned and asked, “If you don’t mind, can you tell us why you became a former doctor?”

“Drinking causes delays and kills people.” Nightingale was silent for a moment, then spoke softly.

After hearing this, Orgrim and Beckman did not ask any more questions. For a moment, the scene was a little awkward.

Nightingale smiled again and said, “It happened a year ago. It’s nothing…”

“So you don’t want to be a doctor anymore?” Beckman asked softly.

Nightingale was silent for a moment, then said: “At least not now… I don’t want to.”

“It’s just a death of one person, what’s the big deal?” Orgrim counselled.

Nightingale glanced at Orgrim and said, “Perhaps I have seen more deaths than you, but the meaning is different. As a doctor, I should cure diseases and save lives, but because of my own selfish desires and my inability to control my alcohol addiction, a patient who could have survived died on my operating table… As a doctor, as a national doctor, I am really derelict in my duty.”

“You have a very high sense of morality.” Orgrim smiled and teased.

“No, it’s professional guilt. If I had a strong sense of morality, would I sit with you pirates and drink bitter melon juice?” Nightingale said with some self-mockery.

“That makes sense…” Beckman nodded.

At this moment, the bartender came over tremblingly, put down a glass of bitter melon juice, and said: “Dr. Nightingale, your juice is here. If you need anything, please call me…”

After saying that, he quickly turned around and ran away.

The guys who were looking for someone seemed to have heard the six words “Dr. Nightingale” he read out, and they all surrounded Orgrim and the other two.

“Your trouble has come.” Orgrim stroked his chin and spoke.

“As a pirate with 150 million berries, are you going to just sit there and watch them capture the friends you invited to drink bitter melon juice right in front of you?” Nightingale swallowed a little nervously, picked up the bitter melon juice on the table and asked.

“What he said seems to make sense, Beckman.” Orgrim looked at Beckman and asked.

“That does make some sense, but we are pirates. We have no restrictions and can do whatever we want. Let’s watch a good show.” Beckman smiled maliciously.

“Can’t you two help me?” Nightingale gritted her teeth and asked.

He found that although the bounty on these two was very high, at least they did not seem vicious when chatting with him, while those who came to find him were not easy-to-talk-to pirates.