One Piece: The Eternal Flame

"Call you, who are you?" Sabo moved his body with difficulty, and leaned back against a cold stone wall, which relieved his dizziness caused by poisoning and blood loss.

He still held his own water pipe, which he used with his brothers since he was a child, and he has been using it very well until now, so he has never changed it.

Yamato, with white hair, blue-green hair at the end, and red devil horns on top of his head, handed him a bowl of black concoction, "It's for detoxification."

Sabo stared at her for a while, and he chose to trust the person who risked a lot to save himself.

Sabo drank the bowl of bitter and disgusting medicine, coughed twice, and asked, "Who are you and why did you save me?"

"Kaido is my father." Yamato didn't hide anything, she let Sabo's eyes widen, and continued firmly: "But I want to overthrow him!"

"Why, why?"

"His behavior is getting more and more crazy. He used to be the prisoner who was left here by the world government, and now he has become a child again. Those innocent children, you should also see their changes."

Yamato squatted beside Sabo, clenched his fists, "I once found several research notebooks in the laboratory underground of the palace, and the things recorded on them were too crazy, and I couldn't just watch him sink into it."

"BIG MOM is a crazy woman, so is Caesar, my father. I can't judge whether he is good or bad, but he is good to me, and I don't want him to become like that."

"What do you want, what do you want to do?" Sabo felt that his body was getting better, so he sat up slightly.

Yamato wanted to help him, but finally withdrew his hand, "I think you might be able to pass on what happened on this island. In fact, a group of people came here before, but I didn't have time to tell them all about it."

"I heard that the Revolutionary Army is considered a good person. Although I don't know how to define good or bad, those children, I hope you can save them, and I will send you out."

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Moby Dick.

Because of the sudden visit of an old friend, Whitebeard Newgate decided to hold a banquet to celebrate. Although his original intention might be to take this opportunity to drink more wine, at least on the surface it was a welcome banquet for Gray.

For the newcomers on board, there is a banquet to celebrate. On the Moby Dick, there is only one possibility—the father has adopted a new son.

Whitebeard didn't explain, and let the children below guess wildly.

Until a very courageous pirate got drunk and ran to Gray excitedly.

Under the puzzled gaze of the latter, he put his hands under Gray's armpit and lifted him up, shouting, "Brother!"

"Pfft." Marco sprayed out the rum he had just drank in his mouth, then slapped the ground and started laughing.

Alfred sneered, and walked to another quieter place with something he thought was more delicious.

Whitebeard squinted at this place, feeling an urge to watch a good show. He felt that the wine tonight was extraordinarily mellow, so he couldn't help but take another big sip.

"I'm a pirate, I won't sell my soul if I don't have enough treasure!" Gray yelled solemnly.

"Treasure?" The pirate was stunned for a moment, and then began to think hard about what he could get. Finally, he put Gray down and took out something from his trouser pocket.

Gray immediately stretched out his hand and warned at the same time: "If it's worthless, I will kick you into the sea and stop everyone from trying to get you."

"It must be very valuable." The pirate also said in a serious voice: "Dangdang!"

A bottle cap fell into Gray's hand.

"How about another bottle of rum?"

"Ha." Gray laughed, his face darkened scary, and Marco immediately stepped forward and grabbed Gray's arm when he saw that the situation was not good.

"Don't stop me, I will make him splatter five steps on the spot!"

"Google la la la, all right, Captain Grey."

Whitebeard laughed, and at the same time threw a shining gemstone to Gray, "He is drunk after all, you shouldn't tell a drunk person what is valuable."

"Tch, you should talk about fists when you're drunk." Gray put the gem in front of his eyes, and he felt happy again, "This gem is really big."

"It was snatched from the Red Hair Pirates." Marko said, "Although it is not the main ship of the Red Hair, there is no doubt that our Whitebeard Pirates are better."

"That's right, Shanks." Gray thought for a while, and began to feel sad.

"It feels like I haven't seen him for a long time. I don't know if the Griffin is okay. Is it regularly maintained and oiled? I really want to use it to roast meat again. I always feel that the meat roasted with it is extraordinarily delicious."

At the same time, on another island far away, the red-haired Shanks woke up from a hangover, and subconsciously touched Griffin beside him.

The sword was still there, and it wasn't used to roast meat.

"Phew" he breathed a sigh of relief, and then felt a little pain in his head. A hangover is really an uncomfortable feeling, but wine is such a delicious thing.

Seeing him holding the sword with a serious face, Beckman thought that this usually carefree but actually very reliable captain had discovered something.

"What's wrong, Shanks?"

"No, it's nothing." Shanks shook his head and sighed, "I just dreamed that Griffin was used for barbecue, and it seemed quite delicious."

"...You should see the ship's doctor now, Shanks." Beckman suggested: "The precursor of dementia is very likely to be like you."

"Ha, how can I be that old, how old am I!" As the youngest emperor at sea, Shanks felt that he could live for a long time.

"By the way, talking about the ship's doctor." Beckman paused, showing a strange expression, "Uh, how should I put it, Hawkeye contacted me before."

"What's wrong?" Shanks asked.

"He said that the apprentice he gave to Luffy as a crew member suddenly reappeared on his island a few days ago for some unknown reason, and his dementia became more serious. He asked our ship doctor if there is any cure."

"Well, can road dementia be cured?" Shanks couldn't help but become serious.

"The ship's doctor said that he was terminally ill and there was no cure. He suggested giving up treatment or something. Should I reply him like this?"

"... It would be too heartless to say that you are terminally ill. Hawkeye is our friend."

Shanks shook his head, "Answer this way, just say it. Our ship doctor suggested that he go to another world to find a new doctor to see the situation."

"Well, it seems that this is the only way to do it." Beckman nodded and contacted Hawkeye Mihawk in this way.

The latter was sitting in his own house—now it may have become someone else’s castle, listening to Beckman’s words, and looking out of the big window from time to time, Sauron who was looking for east, west, north, south, and Perona who was mercilessly mocking behind him.

The two were extremely noisy, and Hawkeye hadn't gone out to farm for a long time.

"Maybe Sauron can really get lost to another world, maybe." He said firmly to the people on the phone bug.