Pirate: It’s not a phantom beast, it’s a phantom god!

Chapter 133 Trading
"What did you say, little brat?!"

"I will never allow you to insult my ancestors and Rolando like this." Zannick said angrily while kneeling on the ground.

"Yeah, Ouba, what nonsense are you talking about!"

Ossi also stood with his hands on his hips and joined Zannick in the conversation.

"Just tell the truth."

Oubey crossed his arms and said indifferently.

"If you think about it for a moment, you'll know what would have happened if the surging ocean current hadn't swept Shandora up into the sky. What would have happened if the king in the story had actually found that place?"

"It's nothing more than you Shandians being plunged into endless war once again."

"How many of your people can there be to protect your homeland from all the greedy people in a country and even the entire ocean?"

"Ossie, don't forget what happened to those Indians."

As he spoke, Obe glanced at the simple tents of the Shandian people around him, as well as the female warriors who were also holding weapons.

"When you are almost wiped out, will you still be grateful to Rolando for bringing the invaders here?"

"When that great warrior saw his wife and tribe members killed one by one by others, would he still be thankful for having made a 'close friend' like Rolando?"

"I guess by then even Rolando himself won't be able to face living in this world anymore."

After these cold words were spoken, almost everyone present fell silent.

Osi said nothing. With the vivid examples on Earth, she understood that Obei had been holding back on what he said just now.

The real situation may be even worse than this.

As for the Shandians around them, they all stood there in a daze, not knowing where to point their raised spears.

The friendship between the great warriors Kalgara and Rolando has always been a story that all Shandians yearn for.

The tribe even regards this story as an enlightenment fairy tale for every child.

But now, they are told another ending to this regretful fairy tale, a more cruel ending called reality.

"How... ironic."

The chief murmured that the beautiful fairy tale in which they, the adults, were deeply immersed was ultimately broken by a child.

“Not all stories have a happy ending. Sometimes ending with regret is not necessarily a bad thing.”

"After all, reality is never a fairy tale."

Obe walked past the Shandia people with complicated looks, and came to the chief, looking at the chief who also had his eyes lowered.

"Yes, reality is never a fairy tale, and it is never beautiful."

Thinking of the hundreds of years of struggle and sacrifice of the Shandian people, the young chief in his thirties could not help but tighten his grip on the wooden staff.

"No, that's not right!"

Unexpectedly, the one who stood up to refute was Zannik's son Jutta, who had remained silent.

"Even if Rolando brings disaster to Shandora in the end, the friendship between him and the great warrior Calgra will never waver!"

"They will definitely work together like they did before to defeat all the invaders and protect Shandora once again!"

The boy's words seemed to reinvigorate the Shandians around him.

"Yes, that's right! Rolando and Calgra's friendship will never disappear!"

"This is a promise made by Shandia's greatest warrior. It will not change!"

"You outsiders won't understand!"

The Shandia people, who have a strong belief in and worship of their ancestors, are surprisingly stubborn about some things.

Rather than calculating who is right or wrong from the perspective of practical interests, they prefer to believe in the sincere feelings between people.

All in all, they are a group of simple and stubborn "fools".

"Although reality is always cruel, I don't hate you 'fools'."

Ignoring the Shandia warriors who were brandishing their spears again, Obe raised his head and extended his hand to the Shandia chief in front of him.

"How about we make a deal?" "A deal?"

"Yes."

"On the way here, I heard from that kid named Yuta that your hometown, 'Shandora', is now in the hands of those so-called Sky Islanders."

"We will help you get it back, but as a condition we need all the gold on Shandora, and you Shandia need to join our Beasts Pirates."

Ou Bei put forward his own conditions.

"impossible!"

The one who spoke was still the warrior captain Zannick. He walked in front of Ober with his hands hanging down, staring at Ober with his eyes.

"Our homeland will be taken back by us, the Shandians, with our own hands!"

"I don't need you greedy pirates to interfere!"

"I apologize for attacking you. You can kill me or chop me up as you please, but I will never allow you to touch our homeland!"

Standing under the statue of the great ancestor warrior Kalgora, Zannick rejected Ober with a stern look in his eyes and a firm tone.

"But can't you take it back on your own?"

"you!"

Lies don't hurt, truth is the knife.

Ou Bei simply replied calmly, and the other party's hard-earned momentum vanished.

"After all, you are just a group of wild dogs that have been driven out of your territory."

"Being beaten to a pulp, they can only hide in a place like this, living a miserable life, while indulging in the fantasy of the so-called glory of their ancestors."

"You guys simply..."

"That's enough, Ouba!"

"That's enough."

Compared to the chief and other Shandians who remained silent, it was Osi who stood up first.

"Don't go on."

"Ok."

Obe glanced at the Shandia warriors around him who were holding their spears tightly and remaining silent, then walked past Zannik in front of him and stood before the chief again.

"Chief Shandia, you should be the one who knows these things best."

"Cooperating with us is your only chance to reclaim your homeland, and your race's only chance to survive."

"Let me...let me think about it again."

Chief Shandia did not respond immediately. He could not possibly pressure the entire tribe based on a few words from a stranger.

"Chief!"

"You can't trust these outsiders!"

"We can take our hometown back on our own!"

"You guys who come from unknown places, get out of this village!"

……

"I'll give you a day to think about it. Give me your answer by this time tomorrow."

"During this period, we will not contact those Sky Island people."

Ignoring the excited Shandia people around him, Ober turned and left.

However, when she passed the statue of the great warrior Kalgara, she paused for a moment.

"A statue made of clouds? It might seem novel, but I think stone would be more appropriate."

(End of this chapter)