Pirates: Your emperor has returned!

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That's a game unique to the Murloc festival, called "Alazama," which literally translates to Murloc dueling arena.

The two participants fight each other in the ring, and cannot use anything other than strength and skill. The first person to throw the other out of the ring wins.

After leaving the ring, the winner and loser will drink fine wine to commemorate their friendship.

Although it's not a festival, this kind of game is definitely a good way to relax.

"Oh, here it comes!"

"Play it nicely!"

"I'm next!"

"Haha, you're drunk, so don't get involved!"

"..."

boom!

A murloc was thrown out of the arena, laughing as the winner pulled him up from the ground.

The two put their arms around each other's shoulders and gulped down two large pitchers of beer.

They hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time.

Seeing this, the young man laughed and said, "Boss Jaka, aren't you going to have some fun?"

Jakka raised an eyebrow and asked the fishmen beside him, "Anyone want to fight me?"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding fishmen quickly shook their heads and said, "Boss Jaka, please don't come. Your hits hurt!"

If he weren't extremely powerful, Hoka wouldn't have been able to become the leader of the group, let alone lead a large group of people out of that hellish Mary Geoise.

"You brats!"

Jaka laughed and cursed a few times, then continued drinking with the young man.

Just then, the tavern door was suddenly pushed open.

It was a person wearing golden armor, followed by another man with a cigar in his mouth, and a little girl with blue hair.

This scene instantly silenced the once bustling and noisy tavern.

Then, the man who walked in first suddenly blurted out something out of the blue:

A pigeon walked into the tavern.

"..."

No one answered, because none of them knew what that sentence meant.

Seeing this, the man's expression clearly showed disappointment.

He muttered, "Hey, hey, such a funny joke, aren't you going to react?"

Crocodile frowned and said in a low voice:

"Are you trying to make us laugh with a corny joke from eight hundred years ago?"

Rowan: "..."

That seems to make some sense.

Crocodile scoffed, "Tsk, what an emperor with no dignity whatsoever!"

Along the way, he had been filled with resentment and was extremely unhappy with Rowan's behavior.

This emperor from eight hundred years ago was like a desert.

A punch may leave a mark, but as long as a strong wind blows, everything will be as before.

Crocodile believed that this type of person was often the most difficult to deal with.

Because they only have their own goals in mind, they are impervious to both soft and hard tactics!

As expected, Luo Wen was not angry at all. Instead, he smiled and said, "Compared to the solemn court, I still prefer the atmosphere here!"

Crocodile raised an eyebrow. "If that's the case, why don't you become an adventurer?"

Luo Wen thought about it carefully and replied solemnly:

"Because of responsibility."

Upon hearing this, Crocodile visibly paused for a moment, then turned his face away and muttered:

"Tsk, boring..."

Rowan then looked around, observing the surrounding situation.

There are about thirty fishmen and a dozen humans here.

"What a lively banquet!"

Rowan sounded very interested.

He became even more excited when he saw the cleared land.

"Is that Alazama? You guys are still playing this game!"

"How nostalgic..."

After speaking, Luo Wen ignored the surprised or hostile looks from those around him and walked straight to the open space.

He removed his helmet and upper body armor, revealing a body that, while not particularly muscular, still possessed solid muscles.

Rowan twisted his arm and waved to the merman in front of him:

"Come on, let's spar a bit!"

That fishman was none other than Wall.

He was somewhat puzzled, but the human man in front of him had already assumed a fighting stance.

Vol quickly shook his head and said, "Human, you will get hurt."

Al-Azma is a brutal game of pure arm strength.

In terms of strength alone, fishmen are ten times stronger than ordinary humans, making Alazama extremely dangerous for the fragile human body.

Rowan didn't seem to care, and continued to wave, signaling Wall to get started as soon as possible.

"Then please be careful!"

Volvi bent down.

He planned to use brute force to push this inexplicable human out of the ring, which would be better for everyone.

Swish!

Wall strode forward and grabbed Rowan's shoulders with both large hands.

But just as he was about to exert force, he suddenly felt the world spinning before his eyes.

boom!

By the time Wall realized what was happening, he had already been thrown heavily off the court.

He lay on the ground, staring incredulously at the human before him.

I...lost?

This scene changed the expressions of all the fishmen present, because they had witnessed the human man easily throw Vol out of the arena.

Their gazes unconsciously drifted toward Hoka, who was in the lead.

Rowan noticed this.

He also turned to look at Hokka, flexing his wrist.

"I remember that at the end of the Al-Azar, the two sides would raise a glass together to celebrate their friendship."

"So..."

Rowan beckoned to Hokka, "If I win in the end, how about we have a drink together?"

[Chapter 15. Going Home]

Fishmen

This is a highly controversial race.

If we say that mermaid women can still be considered beautiful in the eyes of humans.

Under the guidance of the World Government, whether intentionally or tacitly, the image of fish-men in the minds of the world is often one of savagery and ferocity.

Rowan knew very well that this was indeed true, but not entirely accurate.

During the period of war between various kingdoms eight hundred years ago, Rowan had interacted with the fish-men and was deeply moved by their experiences.

The merfolk are by no means a bloodthirsty and brutal race. Most of them may be impulsive or belligerent, but those are normal emotions.

They are no different from humans, and even more sincere and honest than many humans!

Eight hundred years is not enough time to easily erase the essence of a race.

……

These people had only recently fled the Holy Land of Mary Geoise.

For them, it is difficult to gain the trust of a stranger who suddenly appears, let alone have further communication.

Therefore, Rowan, following the style of the merfolk, chose a simpler and more direct approach—

Win Al-Arazama, have a drink with them first, then talk about other things.

……

Crocodile found a corner to sit down as usual.

Vivi squatted to the side, sizing up the group of large fishmen.

She asked curiously, "Mr. Crocodile, what is our ancestor planning to do?"