Grand Dad Is The Pervert God

Eros had a smile on his face.

Seeing Eros's confidence, Captain Blind Eyes took back his soul pressure.

And just in time too.

Eros was a very prideful person.

Then again, he was born a god. This was the peak of all things in existence.

Although, he was probably the most shameless one of all the gods, especially because of his power attributes but that did not mean that he was shameless enough let himself kneel before a mortal man.

That was basically abominable.

Even though he had lost his divinity and had lost his powers as one, he was still a god in his soul.

Even though that hierarchy of people had betrayed, he was not going to betray their pride.

From the moment he got into the cabin, he had covered his body with a very layer of celestial energy.

It was thin and with the cultivation level he had, it shouldn't be enough to protect him from Captain Blind Eyes power.

But Eros was smart. He continually reenforced the thin layer around his body in very calculated measures.

Neither using too much nor too small.

Whenever the thin layer of celestial energy was about to break, he would immediately create another one.

Captain Blind Eyes had not put up his Soul pressure for long, but Eros was already empty of soul energy.

At the moment, he was particularly running on fumes.

But still on his face was a smile.

Even for a moment, he did not break character.

Confidence was a costly tunic he wore, and Attitude was the ornament around his neck that put it all together.

It was a strong stand that pulled out respect from men.

"How did you know?" Captain Blind Eyes asked.

Eros strolled around the room like it was a room in his mansion.

He was still checking out the decor of the place.

"You know habits are such subtle parts of us." Eros's voice was calm and in control.

"There grow on us like leaves on a tree. At first it might easy to change them, but eventually, we cannot leave without them."

Eros turned to Captain Blind Eyes, "From a people one can easily know their leader."

He pointed at Captain Blind Eyes, "Your Tunic!"

Captain Blind Eyes Raised a brow, "What about it?"

"It is too clean!" Eros added. "You are a pirate. An established ruler of the sea. It must have not been easy to climb to the state you are. You must have broken through a lot of pain and struggle. practically crawling through the comfort of the pits to seat a king of the sea."

"And what does that have to do with anything."

Eros then pointed to the Captains fingers.

"Your clothes are very clean but your fingers are dirty. After climbing the hard way to your position, you do not mind the filth but then you are aware of your position as a leader, and have to present yourself as befitting your position as much as possible. A truly clean man would take note of the most minute things such as his own fingers."

Those words made Captain Blind Eyes frown.

But Eros was not done, "Your crew might care of your clothes and even your room, but your PERSONAL hygiene is your responsibility."

Eros walked towards the table, "You see, you might not mind, but subconsciously, your subordinates know who you are. After all, they look up to you."

Captain Blind Eyes cracked a shallow laugh, "You have not still answered my question."

Eros pointed once more to his fingers. "You are Captain of many men. You can practically ask for maids to bath you if you wish and it would be done. To add to that, you are blind. Which means you won't bother with little cleaning like your desk or the shelf's."

Eros ran his finger on the Table and showed it to Captain Blind Eyes.

It was clean and without dust.

"So tell me, Captain how is it that your fingers are dirty?"

That was it. That was how Eros arrived at the answer.

"Your fingers can only be in that state if you continually dig them into your wound. And of course your walking step when you were on the gangway. Even though we were both acting, you leaned too much into me. Almost as if the pain was too much and even though it was for a short while, I noticed the wetness by your side. Or was that from the Ocean?"

This time around, Captain Blind Eyes nodded his head. "Not bad! You are a really good."

Eros had a cocky look on his face. Of course he was good. How could he not be good? He had the soul of a psycology professor from a time where human nature had been broken down and studied deeply.

Captain Blind Eyes suddenly stood up and opened his coat, and there it was.

Deep Claw marks scattered around his muscle filled chest and abs.

It was almost like a wild chicken did a victory dance on his body.

From the opened wounds came black drops of blood like ink.

It looked like a slimy swamp and it even oozed out pus.

It was very nasty to look at, but Eros did not avert his eyes.

"Behold! an Injury from the youngest Princess of the Beast-man Kingdom."

"'AN'?" Eros asked.

"Yes! She had only attacked once."

Eros frowned when he heard this.

"The Strive between the Almace Kingdom and the Beast-man Kingdom has climbed far. A war is soon to break out. The king of the Almace Kingdom decided to go far and reach his hand for the Sea kings. So far, I and Red Big Mama of the Red bra pirates have agreed to his offer."

"And so you attacked the Beast-Kingdom on his orders?"

"No! Our job was actually quite simple. Just do what Pirates do best."

"Terror on seas!"

"Attack the seas!"

But of them spoke in unison.

Captain Blind Eyes closed his coat, "yes! but just a part of it."

"The Beast-man Kingdom Territory." Eros added.

"Yes! but the people of the Beast-man Kingdom are not so easy to pick on. They had their own plans in place. Some how, they already knew we would come and when we would arrive."

Eros frowned. "What exactly are you saying!"

"I think there might be spies amongst the nobles..."