Pirate: I revived Roger

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The night is charming.

Make people intoxicated.

The starry sky is as bright as a long river.

The figure of the golden lion dragged a long shadow in the starlight.

All the way, he was silent and did not speak.

White Beard quietly followed behind him, also without saying a word.

At a certain moment, the golden lion suddenly stopped.

He raised his head slightly, staring at the distant sky with a dazed expression.

Whitebeard subconsciously followed the direction of his gaze. At that position, far away, there was a black flag with a sharp sword piercing through a skull, fluttering in the wind in the sky.

——The Righteous Black Flag of the New Navy.

White Beard paused, and asked in a deep voice: "Old bastard, if I remember correctly, back then, you hated the oil bottle."

He clearly remembered that the flying pirates who roamed the New World back then were all vicious gangsters.

All of them are blood-licking pirates who treat human life like nothing, and there are no interns at all.

It's even more impossible for an eight-year-old oil bottle like the one just now to exist.

Because the flying admiral Golden Lion doesn't like children.

He believes that the existence of the oil bottle will only weaken the combat effectiveness of the Pirates.

The golden lion stands like a statue on the street.

The street lamps on both sides of the street complement each other, and the dim yellow light seems to illuminate the way home for those returning home.

"Yeah I really hate oil bottles."

"Especially such a brat, it's useless at all, it will only cause you trouble."

The voice of the golden lion slowly came out in the wind, revealing an inexplicable bleakness and melancholy.

Not far away, several figures of children were playing and running under the street lights, and there were bursts of loud laughter.

"If it was the old me, I would probably throw him out of the conscription department without hesitation."

The golden lion suddenly laughed and cursed, "What a stupid little brat."

White Beard slowly clenched his fists.

Because he suddenly saw that on the side face of the golden lion, the eyes full of the baptism of war and the vicissitudes of time were a little moist.

Is it an illusion... The Flying Admiral who clamored to destroy the Navy Headquarters would actually cry and Whitebeard tried to open his eyes wide, but the facts made him even more speechless.

"You're guilty"

The white beard exhaled a sullen breath, and said in a deep voice.

The golden lion grinned with difficulty, "Yes,"

"I think it's weird too"

"I'm obviously a murderous bastard."

"But when I met the kid's calm eyes, I hesitated."

"Five certificates,"

"Four words,"

"Pirate Raid,"

"For such a simple reason, let the eight-year-old

The little devil ran to the conscription department."

The wind, slowly stopped.

"Newgate, tell me, have I lived a failure in my life?"

The golden lion suddenly asked such a question.

White Beard froze for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Liu Feng told me that whether a person's life is successful or not has nothing to do with the evaluation of the outside world."

The golden lion said: "Then, I really failed in life."

"Pirate Raid"

"It turns out that without knowing it, over the years, perhaps, it is because of me that one after another has created such tragedies."

"Jie ha ha ha!!"

"Flying Admiral Golden Lion Shiji!! You are so majestic!!"

He laughed so mockingly that he burst into tears.

White Beard stared blankly at the golden lion in front of him, and stretched out his hand, wanting to pat him on the shoulder.

But that hand couldn't hold back.

"Brother"

The golden lion looked at the crowd of playful children not far away with reddened eyes, and said softly: "We have gone the wrong way in this life."

"A pirate's dream is nothing but success based on other people's tragedies."

"Now I look at those kids and I really want to help them."

With trembling hands, he took out a cigar from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep breath.

The smoke filled his face, making it blurry.

"The losses we have suffered, we cannot let: these children suffer."

"It's obviously a rock, if you fall, you'll be bloodied."

"We've got to go over there and move the stones out of the way so they can go over there."

"Instead of fooling them"

"Little devil, let's go to sea, this thing is good, pirates are so free, you go do it, no problem"

"In the end, they were covered in blood, and we felt uneasy."

White Beard listened quietly, and suddenly said: "But what if they don't listen?"

The golden lion let out a puff of smoke and said: "How they go in the future is their own business."

"But now, since I have seen it,"

"We can help if we can"

"This sea will not become better because of the appearance of ten 10-flying admiral Golden Lion Shiji."

"But as long as there is a black-armed Zefa, a lot can be changed."

"You came to me, what you want to ask is this question."

The golden lion turned around, looked at White Beard seriously, and smiled wantonly.

"I don't believe in justice."

"But I trust Zepha."

Whitebeard shuddered.

The Golden Lion believes in Zefa, and Zefa believes in Liu Feng.

455 Roger and his woman. [4 more full orders]

at the same time.

South China Sea.

Baltimore Island.

Sunset, setting sun, warm wind, gently turning windmill.

This is a peaceful and peaceful village.

In the distance of the village are rolling hills.

Among them, on the highest hillside, stands a simple tomb.

It's more like a mound than a grave.

It's just that in front of the mound, there is a cross.

In front of the tomb, a bleak figure wearing a wide hood sat quietly, motionless.

From the dust on his body and the traces on the ground, it can be seen that he has been sitting here for a long time.

There are farming villagers in the distance, they will raise their heads from time to time to see the figure in front of the grave, their eyes are full of curiosity, but they are not surprised.

This strange man has been in the village for many days.

At first, the villagers thought he was a pirate who came to plunder, and ran away in panic.

But later, they discovered that this strange man didn't even look at them, just sitting quietly in front of the mound of dirt like a statue, in a daze.

He did not speak, drink, or eat, and the wide hood covered his face, making it impossible to see his features clearly.

At first, some people would be curious, but where do they have so much leisure time to care about a stranger? There is a lot of work in the farmland, and autumn is coming soon.

The rice needs to be harvested, and this year is really a good year for a good harvest. As for that weirdo, as long as he is not a pirate, it will be fine.

What he did, no one cared at all.

At sunset, the plowing civilians yelled and picked up their farm tools to go home.

The scorching setting sun left mottled marks on their naked upper bodies, and the heat scorched their sweat, but the smiles on their faces covered their tiredness and old age.

Although there are often news of wars on the Great Channel, in a small and impoverished place like the South China Sea, it has ushered in rare peace.

Smoke rises from every household, and the color of dusk gradually fades.

A cold moon rose into the sky.

The laughter of the villagers, the noise of children playing, and the shouts of adults came from afar.

"It's such a good place, Lu Jiu, don't you think so?"

In front of the dilapidated mound, the figure that seemed to be frozen in time finally moved, he slowly raised his head, and under the hood, a face covered with wind and frost was revealed.

With two black beards and a face with sharp water chestnut angles, there is an extremely soft smile.

Roger.

He looked at the mound in front of him with gentle eyes, as if it was not a cold tomb at all, but a living person.

No surprises, no response.

But Roger didn't care about it, he just continued to babble on his own.

Just like in those old days.

"I still remember the days when I lived with you here,"

"That was the happiest time of my life."

"do you know"

"Our son, Ace, has grown up."

"He became: very strong."

"He has a younger brother named Luffy."