Chapter 201 Planck's Complex Feelings

Planck kicked the prostitute away to prevent her blood from staining the bed, then took a deep breath of the sweet air filled with the smell of blood and took out a dagger from under the prostitute's pillow.

"I knew it."

Planck looked at the poisoned dagger and snorted with disdain.

He had sensed it last night. This prostitute clearly had bad intentions and wanted to attack him, but he had tolerated her until now because she looked 80% like his ex-lover when she was young.

"No wonder I have nightmares."

Rubbing his head, Planck cursed as he reloaded his gun and stuffed the still slightly warm pistol into his belt.

He had an absurd nightmare last night. He met a powerful Ionian warrior on the sea. The warrior swung his sword to cut off all the bullets attacking him, then broke his sword with a crescent-shaped light, and then wrapped in yellow energy, rushed in front of him like a dragon, and then he was stabbed in the chest.

After that, he died like a small fish.

When he woke up, he felt it was extremely absurd. How could a magician in this world be able to sail on the sea for such a long time and still cast magic instantly in battle?

And a swordsman who can split bullets?

Sorry, he has lived for so long and has never seen such a freak.

The most important thing is that the steel knife in his hand is rune steel, commonly known as Demacia steel. It is extremely strong. Its quality surpasses most metals in the world. At the same time, it is naturally able to restrain all magic and evil. Even the black fog and undead in the Soul-Eating Night will be cut in half by this steel knife.

Magic cuts off his sword?

Just overthinking.

Is it because of the wound on my chest that I have nightmares?

Gently stroking the bruises on his chest, Planck couldn't help but glance at the prostitute on the ground. The reason he killed her was not only because she wanted to kill him, but also because he cried out in pain when she touched his chest.

This cannot be known to others.

Looking at the prostitute lying on the ground, Planck couldn't help but praise her in his heart.

The fallen prostitute had fair and soft skin and a tall figure. As there was never a shortage of meat at the seaside, her figure was naturally very plump.

However, the shelf life of women in Bilgewater is not very long. No matter how beautiful a woman is, after experiencing alcohol, tobacco, abuse, endless chores, the smell of fish, and a humid environment, she will become fat and dark, and even become as strong as a hill.

Gangplank alone saw many beautiful women who used to be so light that they seemed to be able to dance on dandelions, but now they were turned into a tragic mountain of flesh in the sea breeze of Bilgewater.

Even his first love was no exception. Serving the true god Nagakapos was not just a matter of praying, but actually carrying the shrine and smashing people. The slender, white but powerful arms of the past naturally turned into a more powerful shape.

But even so, in Planck's heart, she is still that passionate and beautiful girl who would deceive himself and say that she is cold.

Looks and stuff, to be honest...

Well, although it is important, it is not very important when it comes to love.

"Damn it, I don't even have time to rest properly ."

Planck put on his clothes with a stern expression and carefully put each pistol into his holster. He didn't intend to give his men a chance. After all, he was knocked away by a Noxian officer before.

So he had to find women, had to drink to his heart's content, and after the revelry, he had to take them on the next grand hunt.

Otherwise he would be kicked off the captain's throne.

And those who are kicked out usually suffer a lot.

Many pirate captains died in such a vicious circle, but he won’t, because he is Gangplank.

But today, when he was doing these things, he felt a little uneasy, and he kept thinking about his best time. He kept thinking about the time when he and his first love talked about the future and worked hard together.

That's not like me.

"What's wrong with me?"

For the first time, Planck doubted his condition, and vaguely remembered the nightmare.

"joke."

Planck shook his head, forgot the dream, then walked out of his room, looked at his men who were awakened by the gunshots, and twisted his neck slightly.

He strode outside, giving orders at the same time.

"Carry oranges, take a shower, and then get on the boat. We're going to Ionia to do some work!"

There have recently been some people who are capable of attacking the capital of Noxus, so he has to provoke them to ensure that their reputation can continue to be used in the waters of Ionia, otherwise it will be troublesome to plunder in the future.

Even though their achievements in Ionia are not many.

Planck, who was neatly dressed and meticulous, moved quickly, and his men also moved quickly.

Soon, Planck sat on the deck of the cabin. His ship, the Abyss, had begun to move forward. The ship was filled with all kinds of delicious food and drinks, as well as a large number of oranges. At sea, these things were much more important than money.

After all, who among those who follow him doesn't want a good life?

The Stygian Abyss quickly set out to sea and cut through all obstacles. This was the ship that Swain, the famous military strategist of Noxus, used to build an expedition to Shurima. It was the best trophy he had ever captured and it has been with him until now.

Watching the sea being constantly split by his ship and the surrounding ships frantically avoiding it, Planck's mood still did not improve. The things that could make him excited when he was a teenager now made him a little bored.

It was dull and tasteless, and he could only feel a hint of interest when it was torturing people.

Now he was even more upset, because when he looked at the sea, the dream appeared in his mind.

"Will I be killed?"

Stop joking.

Planck touched his pistol. He didn't believe in dreams or omens. Since the man in the dream killed him, he would kill him in reality!

He specially added two guns to his body! He just couldn't believe it ! That man could really ignore the power of bullets like in his dream!

This thing has helped him kill countless mages!

No matter how strong a warrior or swordsman is, how strong can he be?

“Times have changed!”

His eyes were deep and he did not look very happy, because this was not his victory, but the victory of gunpowder.

but……

"Listen up, Seti."