boyutpedia Chapter 44 Prince, Emperor
Chapter 44 Prince, Emperor
Narancia's real name is Nayevi. He comes from a well-off family, and it was his family who sent him on this tourist ship to broaden his horizons.
He assumed Chen Miaowen was the same, since the other man's handsome face clearly showed he was raised by a wealthy person.
"Actually, no... you stole a ticket from a thug who was committing crimes?"
"How many times do you want to ask me? Although it's hard for you to accept, that's the truth."
Naye still found it hard to believe that a hoodlum would own such a valuable ticket.
"You've got the wrong person, haven't you? What if he's not a thug?"
"If you always regard a scoundrel who extorts his wife every day as a nobleman, then you are right."
"..."
Nayewi suddenly stood up and walked out of the cabin.
Chen Miaowen remained silent.
"Uh, don't you want to come and take a look?"
"What are you looking at?"
"The legendary prince, or perhaps we could go to the wine cellar to sample some fine wine?"
"No... Ah? Okay, let's go take a look."
……
Yedan had no idea what sins he had committed.
His remaining soul was evil, but most of his memories were taken away by good. Apart from remembering his only relative, the deceased Yefeng, all other information disappeared from his mind, including his name.
In other words, he was unable to contact any of his possible relatives to pay for the meal because he had forgotten everything and his phone was not with him.
He had no choice but to work as a child laborer at the restaurant.
"Hehe, you little rascal, you're pretty efficient at your work. By the way, what's your name?"
"have no idea."
"Don't know? Are you starving or desperate for money?"
The previous kick was fierce and enraged.
However, seeing that the child who had dined and dashed was well-behaved, sensible, and handsome, the man quickly befriended him, treating him as a pitiful homeless wretch, and happily forgave him.
This is the mental fortitude of the chefs in this restaurant.
However, Yedan didn't appreciate it. He casually agreed, but all he could think about was how to take revenge on these ignorant ordinary citizens later.
"My name is Satan, I remember now."
"Satan? Haha, Satan, I'd rather have Jesus!"
The real Satan sensed something was wrong and wanted to warn his master, but found that the other party did not react.
"Yes, it doesn't matter whether you are Jesus or not, but my name is indeed Satan."
……
"wine cellar?"
There's even a wine cellar.
Chen Miaowen truly couldn't understand the lives of the rich; he hadn't understood them even in his previous life.
While it's not uncommon to see basketball courts and swimming pools on luxury yachts, he'd never heard of a wine cellar on a ship.
"This wine cellar has quite a few professional sommeliers, and some collectibles—the kind that's only sold to two cities! I wonder how the prince got them..."
"Hehe, that's truly eye-opening."
The wine cellar was actually a tavern, not the one he had imagined, with its many ancient wine barrels and very few travelers.
This is just a slightly larger tavern, or you could call it a bar, because it's just too chaotic inside.
Apart from the front desk, which was filled with a dazzling array of rare and exquisite wines, the rest of the place was a mess.
One drunkard, after losing a drinking game, drank heavily and then started acting crazy. He jumped off the tavern table, swaying his shirt and singing his strange, incomprehensible songs.
Some people, after drinking two glasses of wine, would collapse on the ground, rolling around and crying about how much they had lost at the casino and how they were on the verge of bankruptcy. Then they would grab their own necks, trying to create a sense of panic.
The scene was chaotic, but no one paid them any attention. They just kept drinking and if they bumped into them while drunk, they would just barely avoid them, not wanting to cause trouble.
After all, those who can drink here, apart from a lucky few, are mostly businessmen or wealthy people.
However, there is also a disparity in wealth and power on this ship.
For every person with a little power, there will be someone with two. Two is greater than one, and a person with two powers is naturally far stronger than someone with only one. They might even be someone that no one dares to offend.
For example, the first drunkard bumped into a young man. The young man was hot-blooded and very resentful, wanting to punch him to teach him a lesson.
Before he could even throw a punch, he was dragged away from the wine cellar by the drunkard's bodyguard, and soon painful screams could be heard outside the wine cellar.
"Where is this? Is it a gathering place for some lunatics?"
"Haha, isn't that normal?"
Nayevi found a place to sit down, away from that crazy area.
"You sit down too, come and have a drink here."
"I don't want to drink it, I don't want to drink it, it doesn't taste good."
"Give it a try... and whatever you do, don't say it doesn't taste good, or you'll get beaten up!"
He grabbed Chen Miaowen's hand and whispered in his ear.
Getting beaten up? With these guys acting so cocky, it's hard to tell who beat whom...
"You don't seem to drink much, so here's a cocktail for you! I'm sure you'll like it."
"Alright then, you pay."
"OK."
Just as I was about to strike up a conversation with the receptionist and order a couple of good drinks.
Nayewi suddenly stopped in his tracks, looking at the people coming from outside the building with respect and admiration in his eyes.
Because outside the door lies the absolute symbol of wealth and power on the entire ship.
"prince!"
"He's a prince! He's so handsome..."
The sounds of flattery were incessant, including from Nayevi.
"Hey, Tobio, this is the prince. What do you think? Isn't he handsome and noble?"
Chen Miaowen took the wine, only glancing indifferently at the so-called prince.
He was handsome, but his arrogant attitude was really unbearable to him.
"Oh, that's all."
"...You're handsome, so you look at people like that?"
"without……"
He took a sip of the wine, then his eyes widened and he spat it out.
"What's wrong? Not to your liking?"
Nayevi followed Chen Miaowen's gaze and saw that besides the bodyguards, there seemed to be a tagalong sticking to the prince.
"emperor!?"
"What are you talking about? An emperor? The prince's biological father? Are you drunk? That... Hol Hos from Egypt, who calls himself a sharpshooter? How could he be an emperor?"
……
Emperor
note:
(1) Its shape is a silver pistol, with the front end resembling a revolver and the rear end resembling an automatic pistol.
(2) A pistol-shaped stand-in, the stand-in being a gun and the bullet inside the gun.
Ability: To fire bullets from the gun barrel.
1. Ordinary people cannot see the existence of the pistol, and the bullets fired are also part of the Stand. The original Hol Hols can control the bullets to change direction after firing, causing unexpected results.
2. Damage to the bullet or pistol also means that the main body will be damaged.
3. The pistol can be summoned out of thin air, and the bullets do not need to be manually reloaded.
Panel data:
Destructive power: B;
Speed: B;
Growth potential: E;
Precision: E;
Durability: C;
Range: B.