I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

The Water Capital is not too far away from the Judicial Island. It should... be able to get there, right?

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"Is that what you said is okay?"

While Carter Frahm was shaking the oars hard, he spit out loudly at the female navy who was also rowing by hand.

As Robin expected, the ship did not sink. It's just that the small boat, which has not passed the safety line, is as slow as a tortoise.

Seeing that the other party didn't answer his own meaning at all, Fram turned his head distressedly and looked at the back of the boat.

I saw Master Tom's chubby body was mostly immersed in the sea, only revealing a large head with a turban on the sea.

The murlocs are pushing the boat forward quickly, but it is because of this strange force who can carry the warship with one hand, otherwise the boat will have to drift with the current in the waters around the city of water at the moment.

This kind of treatment, let alone Flam, even Bingberg couldn't help but said sourly: "Hey, are you really a navy? The Burning Legion is so hard-wired, why don't you travel without warships?"

Upon hearing this, the girl looked like I couldn't help but tilted her head obediently: "Meow, I'm acting secretly this time."

"Hey! Don't want to pass the test! My master is still helping you push the boat!" The two apprentice boys instantly transformed into fangs sea monsters, complaining in unison.

But Robin can't help but be a little worried.

There are still two-thirds of the sea journey. Can't we just row over this ship carrying important information?

She roughly calculated the time in her mind. In the past, the other party should have been spinning around at three o'clock in the Navy Headquarters, Judicial Island, and Deep Sea Prison.

[I hope I can run into it. Robin prayed secretly in his heart.

And when she was drawing a symbol of metaphysics in her mind, she did not forget to decisively give orders to a few people: "Full rudder to the left, and then go straight."

Bingshan raised his head when he heard the words, he glanced at the permanent pointer worn on the opponent's wrist, and then frowned: "Judicial Island should go straight, right? Isn't Zuo Manduo going further and further?"

"No road race! Just trust me!"

"..."

"..."

Only the murloc who served as the engine propeller was full of breath: "Hahaha, I received it, Tom turned to me!"

It was another half an hour of human paddling. When everyone was a little tired, the seemingly aimless boat finally hit a giant.

Frahm opened his mouth wide in astonishment, and looked up at the huge wooden ship board at the top, "Three...three-masted ship? This is too big!!"

"This is..." Even the more stable big disciple Bingshan couldn't hide his surprise. He is different from Frahm, who is a half-handed boatman, who has studied with Tom since he was a child. His professional knowledge and practical experience can be said to be quite strong. .

The murloc in charge of pushing the ship jumped up from the sea and pressed heavily on the stern deck.

The moment his super heavyweight landed on the boat, the boat squashed backwards with a visible arc.

But everyone’s attention was not on the car that was about to be poured into the sea. Tom continued to smash his mouth: "This kind of huge ship, you can’t go wrong, the three-masted ship produced by the West Sea, because of the high cost and inconsistency. The super-large model demanded by the market was discontinued after the first phase."

Bingberg seemed to think of something, and then added: "There should be only one special giant ship still sailing in the world. Its owner is the great pirate of the current king, Qiwuhai-[Moonlight] Moria".

"Sea... Pirate!? Qiwuhai!!" Flam finally started crying with his headache, "I knew it!! You really are not a serious navy!!!"

Cocoro, the mermaid who has been walking with the ship on the bottom of the sea, was leaning halfway on the side of the ship. She pointed to the giant three-masted ship less than five meters apart: "We are not going to board? Although he It is the Qiwuhai recognized by the world government, but it is also a great pirate?"

"It seems we are lucky." Robin chuckled and took out a signal flag from the cabin and quickly hung it from the top of the mast.

Unexpectedly, her move once again caused panic among several people.

"What are you doing under the banner of rescue?! Take it off quickly!!"

"The other party is the moonlight who can fight against Kaido!!"

But it was too late. The giant gate slowly opened under the desperate eyes of a few people, "We are dead." Dozens of hooks held the strings at the same time, and quickly dragged the boat that was already flooding into the inner mooring. mouth.

The cold loading of guns reverberated around the boat, making it impossible to discern how many people were aiming at them in this darkness.

But there was a smile at the corner of Robin's mouth. She took out her ID from the inner pocket of her chest calmly: "I am a soldier of the Burning Legion! This is my identification."

"Stand don't move!" A rough voice sounded from above, and the figure fell from the sky and landed on the deck lightly, seemingly weightless.

The panic-stricken people were severely frightened again.

This is a corpse wearing a black windbreaker, and the other party's brown and black skin is undoubtedly exposed outside of the brim of the clothing.

Even more creepy things are still to come. The mummy wearing a saddle-shaped black big brimmed hat in front of him squeezed a low and hoarse voice from his throat: "Hand over the certificate."

"Ghost!"

"Zombie!!!"

"The monsters and ghosts leave! The monsters and ghosts leave!"

He often gets along with Sakazuki, a cranial enthusiast, Robin not only submits his documents to the other party, but also scans the craftsmanship of this mummy with appreciative eyes.

After only two glances, Robin can be sure that this everyone's work is by no means a product of ordinary carelessness.

The decayed skin is cut a circle, and then subjected to precise treatment such as dehydration and antiseptic.

Before she could take a closer look, the mummy had already handed back her non-commissioned officer's card: "What is the reason for the sergeant of the Burning Legion staff to come here?"

Robin smiled at the other side, "I hope I can have a phone call with Mr. Moria."

Before he could finish his words, the well-dressed mummy yelled out loudly: "Funny! Lord Moria is not everyone can see, a low-level trash fish, it's almost the same as your deputy commander!"

Robin was not timid, and continued to maintain the Lindemann's iconic smirk: "The general can just report my name to Mr. Moria."

With her fox smile on her face, the surrounding area that had been silent finally began to whisper.

"This smile... is she a subordinate of [the fraudster], right?"

"Maybe, isn't that the same with the white-haired arms dealer who boarded the ship some time ago?"

Above, an indifferent drink was suddenly inserted into the arguing sound: "Quiet!"

The boatmen had the guts to wait and see. They carefully raised their heads to look around.

A large number of zombies in weird military uniforms are aiming at the boat with guns and swords.

This is a military uniform that several people have never seen before. It is different from the all-white snow-white coat of the navy. The dead who have returned from **** wear a black windbreaker.

The cold and dark atmosphere blends a complex aura in the uniform of elegance and rigor.

The power to conquer death seems to be moaning in the low-key color of the whole costume.