I Permit You to Kill Him!

At the same time.

Syrup Village.

"Pirates are here! Everybody, run!"

A shrill, frantic cry cut through the village's originally peaceful afternoon.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Immediately after, the bronze alarm bell hanging from the watchtower at the village entrance began to peal in rapid, thunderous bursts.

That piercing bell was the emergency measure every village on the edge of the East Blue used to deal with sudden pirate attacks.

Hearing that alarm etched into their bones, the villagers working in the fields or chatting in the streets instantly went pale.

Everyone seized what little time they had and fled back into their homes like a flock of startled sheep, locking their doors and windows tight, then huddling with their wives, children, and elders in dark cellars, trembling.

In their simple understanding, aside from those utterly twisted, bloodthirsty madman pirates who took pleasure in slaughter, most pirates did not actually wipe out commoners to the last.

When they came to poor backwaters like this, it was mostly for money, or for women.

As long as they hid obediently, chances were that once the pirates had looted enough supplies and vented their bestial lust, they would leave perfectly satisfied.

In the eyes of the panicked villagers, this attack should be no exception.

Because through the cracks in their doors, they saw it.

The pirate swaggering into the village this time was completely alone.

The man carried a long musket, his face full of viciousness, and he certainly looked fierce and murderous.

But no matter how one looked at it, he was still alone.

How many households could one person ruin?

As long as they were not unlucky enough to be targeted, they could endure it and get through this.

At the highest point in the center of Syrup Village stood a