I, Sakaski, Won't Take a Dog Easily.

"Hey! Don't try to be cute! My master is still helping you push the boat!" The two apprentices instantly turned into sea monsters with fangs and complained in unison.

But to be cute is to be cute, and Robin couldn't help but feel a little worried.

There are still two-thirds of the voyage, so you can't just paddle across this ship with important information, right?

She roughly calculated the time in her mind. In the past, at this time, the other party should still be in the navy headquarters, the judicial island, and the deep sea prison.

[I hope I can meet you. 】 Robin prayed secretly in his heart.

And when she was drawing metaphysics in her heart, she did not forget to decisively issue orders to several people: "Full the rudder to the left, and then go straight."

Hearing this, Bingshan raised his head, glanced at the permanent pointer worn on the other party's wrist, and immediately frowned: "Shouji Island should go straight, right? Isn't Zuo Manruo going further and further away?"

"No road race! Just trust me!"

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"..."

Only the murloc who was acting as the propeller of the engine at the back was full of air: "Hahaha, received, received, the Tom is turning!"

After another half an hour of manual paddling, when everyone was a little tired, the seemingly aimless boat finally bumped into a huge monster.

Fram opened his mouth wide in astonishment, and looked up at the giant wooden plank that could not be seen at the top: "Three... three-masted ship? This is too big!!!!"

"This is..." Even the more stable senior disciple Bingshan couldn't hide his surprise. He is different from a half-way boatman like Fram. He studied with Tom since he was a child. It can be said that he has a lot of professional knowledge and practical experience. .

The murloc who was in charge of pushing the boat jumped up from the sea and pressed heavily on the deck at the stern.

The moment his super-heavyweight body landed on the boat, the boat was pressed backwards with an arc visible to the naked eye.

But everyone's attention was not on the car that was about to be poured into the sea. Tom said with a big mouth: "This huge ship type, you can't go wrong. The town three-masted ship produced by Xihai, because of the high cost and the lack of compliance The oversized model demanded by the market was discontinued after the first issue.”

Bingshan seemed to think of something, and then added: "At present, there should be only one special giant ship that is still sailing in the world. Its owner is the great pirate of the current King Shichibukai—[Moonlight] Moria"

"Sea... Pirates!? Shichibukai!!" Fram finally began to cry, "I knew it!! You are not a serious navy!!!"

Ke Keluo, the mermaid who has been walking with the ship on the bottom of the sea, is half leaning on the side of the ship at this time. She points to the giant three-masted ship less than five meters apart with some vigilance: "We don't mean to board it? Although he It is the Qiwuhai recognized by the world government, but it is also a big pirate?"

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

Unexpectedly, this move of hers once again caused a few people to panic.

"What are you doing with the rescue flag?! Take it off quickly!!"

"The other party is the moonlight who can stand up to Kaido!!"

But it was too late, the giant gate slowly opened under the desperate eyes of several people who said "we are so dead", dozens of hooks pulled the strings of the boat at the same time, and quickly dragged the boat that had begun to soak into the inner berth. mouth.

The cold sound of guns being loaded resounded continuously around the boat, making it impossible to tell how many people were aiming at them in the darkness.

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

"Stand still!" A rough voice sounded from above, a figure descended from the sky, and landed lightly on the deck, seemingly weightless.

The people who were still in shock were severely frightened again.

This is a mummy wearing a black windbreaker. Apart from being covered by the brim of the clothing, the brown and dry skin of the other party is undoubtedly exposed.

The more creepy thing is yet to come. The mummy wearing a saddle-shaped black hat with a large brim in front of him squeezed out a low and hoarse voice: "Pass me the ID."

"Ghost ah ah!"

"Zombie!!!"

"Ghosts, goblins, go away! Goblins, goblins, go away!"

Often getting along with Sakalski, a skull-making enthusiast, Robin not only handed over the documents to the other party, but also glanced at the craftsmanship of the mummy in front of him with appreciative eyes.

With just a quick glance, Robin can be sure that this master's work is by no means an ordinary and shoddy product.

The rotting part of the skin is cut off, and then undergoes precise treatment such as dehydration and anticorrosion.

Before she could take a closer look, the mummy had already handed back her non-commissioned officer ID: "What's the job of the sergeant from the Burning Legion's staff coming here?"

Robin smiled slightly at the other party, "I hope to have a phone call with Mr. Moria."

Before the words were finished, the well-dressed mummy yelled loudly: "It's ridiculous! Lord Moria can't be seen by everyone, a low-level trash, it's almost the same as your deputy army commander!"

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

With her fox-like smile hanging on her face, the surroundings who had been silent all this time finally started whispering.

"This smile...is she a subordinate of the [Fraudster]?"

"Maybe, isn't the white-haired arms dealer who boarded the ship a while ago the same?"

From above, an indifferent shout suddenly broke into the debate: "Silence!"

Only then did the boatmen have the courage to wait and see, and they carefully raised their heads to look at the surrounding situation.

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

This is a style of military uniform that several people have never seen before. Unlike the navy's uniform snow-white coat, the dead who returned from hell are all wearing black trench coats.

The cold and dark atmosphere blends a complex aura in the elegant and rigorous military uniform.

The power to conquer death seems to whisper in the low-key color of the whole clothing.