Pirates: Admiral Silver Falcon is also very irritable today

"So, is this why you came back so late? You were mediating a national dispute, and the new queen turned out to be your long-lost sister?" Stella looked at Michael, who was embarrassed, and then looked at Crocodile behind him, "And you said, this is Crocodile? Do you think I believe it?"

"If it were me, I wouldn't believe it either." Bellemeier nodded repeatedly, echoing Stella's doubts.

And around Crocodile, there were five little girls, all looking up at her curiously.

Although Crocodile's height was reduced after he changed his sex again to a woman, he still looked a little over two meters.

He stood out among the little rascals.

"You little brats, why are you looking at me like that?" Crocodile subconsciously picked up a cigar, but under the gaze of five pairs of eyes, he finally didn't light it, "Tsk, it's so annoying... Hey, Michael, take these little brats away from me!"

"Shut up! You bastard!" Michael raised a middle finger at Crocodile, "Don't you see I'm being tried by three judges? You, you should explain it to me first!"

"What to explain!? If I hadn't witnessed what you said, I wouldn't believe it, okay!?"

Crocodile did not hesitate to condense a middle finger with sand to return Michael.

Seeing that Crocodile was about to quarrel with Michael, Stella interrupted their conversation.

"Okay, I'm too lazy to say more to you. Since the ability of the Sand-Sand Fruit has been demonstrated, no matter how outrageous it is, I can only believe it... Michael, you should go see the guy called Hawkeye."

"Did he survive?"

"Well, under your rejuvenation technique, although he was on the verge of death for a while, he finally survived." Stella nodded, "I have to say, this is a really strong guy."

"Of course, this is the future world's number one swordsman."

"World's number one..." Stella looked at Michael with a bit of horror, "Do you think so highly of him?"

"Not at all."

Michael shook his head, then left the living room and walked towards the room where Hawkeye was placed.

Pushing open the door, a strong smell of blood hit him in the face.

This is the smell of fresh flesh and blood growing under the scars.

Hawkeye was wrapped in bandages all over his body, and Michael really saw what a "mummy" was.

His black sword "Night" was leaning against the bedside.

Michael reached out and flicked the blade of the black sword "Night", making a crisp buzzing sound.

"For a pure swordsman, it is indeed the best way to refine the sword in his hand into a black sword through years of domineering tempering."

"But for someone like me who has the power of the fruit, it doesn't matter whether it is a black sword or not."

Michael did not think about refining "Morning Star" into a black sword at first, but later gave up.

After all, he is not a person who specializes in swordsmanship. The bonus of the black sword is negligible to him, plus the high time cost, it is really not worth it.

Of course, more importantly, his sword is called "Morning Star", not "Satan" or "Lucifer", which is really not suitable for black.

Being strong is a temporary thing, but being handsome is a lifelong thing!

"You... are back?"

Hawkeye's eyes suddenly opened, and his voice was still extremely weak.

"I was busy with some of my own things... It seems that you are really lucky."

Michael said, reaching out to poke the bandaged part of Hawkeye's body, and then there was a heavy groan.

"... I lived up to your expectations. I struggled back from the edge of hell."

"Tsk, you are really stubborn." Michael smiled and shook his head, "Well, now that you are alive, the former Hawkeye is dead. From now on, your life belongs to me."

Although Michael said this with a smile, Hawkeye heard the meaning that could not be questioned.

But...

"That's exactly what I want."

Hawkeye's face covered in bandages trembled slightly, and Michael guessed that he might be trying to show a smile that he was not very good at...

"Originally, I wanted you and Crocodile to become a member of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, but now it seems that it is not appropriate... In this case, how about both of you join the navy?"

"Let two wanted criminals become navy... You really surprised me."

Hawkeye's eyes suddenly widened, with surprise and confusion, but he did not refuse.

After a while, he said calmly:

"As long as you are willing to fight with me at any time, then I can become your member."But I will only be your subordinate. I will not obey the orders of the Navy Headquarters or the World Government."

Michael readily agreed after hearing this.

"That's right. I want you to disobey the orders of the Navy Headquarters and the World Government... After all, what I want to do is to overthrow the entire World Government."

With that, Michael summarized his position and plan to Hawkeye regardless of whether he wanted to listen or not.

Unexpectedly, the more Hawkeye listened, the brighter the light in his eyes became.

In the end, he was full of expectation and enthusiasm.

"I knew that people like you would never want to go along with the World Government! Creating a new world... Interesting! It's so interesting! Hahaha, cough, cough, cough..."

"Okay, laugh softly, your laughter has prolonged your bed rest for several days..."

Michael cast a holy healing spell and left the room.

A bunch of little rascals were still waiting for him to tell stories.

Walking towards the living room, the Den Den Mushi he carried with him suddenly rang.

"Hello? Who is it so late?"

"Ahahaha! Michael! It's me!"

"...Fuck! Garp, you old idiot, are you calling Den Den Mushi so late just to harass me?"

Michael rolled his eyes, and the Den Den Mushi imitated the other person's smug face.

And Garp seemed not to hear Michael scolding him, and he laughed loudly and said:

"I'm telling you, Michael!"

"This guy Long actually had his child sent to the Navy Headquarters! "

"If Luju hadn't taken Ace out for a walk, I'm afraid no one would have noticed!"

Michael fell silent immediately.

He was just completely speechless about Garp and Dragon.

They are so bold!

Especially Dragon!

Are you afraid that I will steal his girl? Will he die if he tells me?

...But he was not sent to Windmill Village, but directly to the Navy Headquarters.

"So, have you decided what to name this child?"

"Luffy, Monkey D. Luffy!"