Pirate: My villain's identity is exposed

Farewell to the orc tribe.

Sherlock returned to the Sinister with Heling, Ace, Bederma, Tihana, Roca, and Kom, plus the beast god Hill.

On the outskirts of the archipelago, the Sinister moored on the sea of ​​clouds suddenly became lively.

Sherlock stepped onto the deck, and a familiar face came into view.

Laubran.

His gray hair was slicked back, he was wearing a black tuxedo, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, and said politely, "Welcome back, captain."

Sherlock also showed a happy expression, took the glass of red wine, and shook it.

"It's good to live."

"Well, I have reached an agreement with Sulfur, and he is now in my body."

Laubran said with a smile, not minding that he was being boarded.

Sherlock nodded.

"Also, I have recruited a subordinate for the captain, who should be helpful to you in conquering the sea."

Robertson's body is slightly sideways, full of melancholy and elegance, and the handsome poet Goya smiles at Shylock.

Sherlock was stunned, his appearance was only a little worse than his own.

If he were a little girl, he should have just hooked his fingers and gone.

Sherlock nodded slightly. He was deeply impressed by the poet. He was a "newcomer" with good abilities.

Although he has not fully displayed his strength, based on Sherlock's assessment of him, besides himself and Hill, the poet should be the strongest at the scene.

With the addition of Lauberon, Sulfur and Goya, Shylock's team instantly increased to 11 people.

"Where are Hansen and Nock?"

Sherlock suddenly remembered that he had asked the two of them to guard the ship before, but now there was no trace of them.

"I didn't see it when I came back. I guessed he was dead."

As usual, Lauberon loves to tell the truth.

Sherlock frowned, thinking of the weirdness of this archipelago, and indeed it was not absolutely safe to guard the ship.

"Leave a small boat down and set sail."

In the cabin of the Sinister, there are three small motor boats ready for escape at any time, all of which were emptied out by the mechanic Letson.

Without Robert Lauron as a navigator, the Sinister might not be able to find its way back.

If it falls directly into the sea, the chance of the ship being destroyed is as high as 100%.

"Ok."

Lauberon didn't ask the reason and just left a small motor boat and some supplies.

He guessed it was for Crocodile.

"Set off."

Sherlock ordered, and the Sinister set sail and sailed from the sky toward the sea according to the route set by Lauberon.

Sherlock jumped up, hung high in the air, waved his fist, and the air vibrated.

A top-down domineering airflow rushes directly from the clouds to the sea.

The figure flashed and returned to the Sinister.

Lauberon took the helm, adjusted direction, and plunged into the downdraft.

As if riding on the wind, the Sinister quickly slid down.

Colm was so frightened that he hugged Beidema tightly.

Bedema hugged the gravity column supported in the cabin and couldn't help but feel sick.

This is completely a physiological reaction caused by the extremely rapid decline.

For players like Herring and Hill who often sprint at extremely fast speeds, there is no problem at all.

And the likes of Kom, Bederma, and Roca almost vomited out their lungs.

The Sinister descended from the sky, passing by birds and seagulls, and was still 500 meters away from the sea level.

"Oops, rising tide!"

Loud crashing noise.

Waves of rising currents rush out from the sea level, like giant pythons, soaring into the sky.

Once washed by this current, it will return to the sky again, perhaps being washed to other unknown places.

Countless pirates have died under this supernatural current, so we cannot take it lightly.

Everyone was stunned.

Especially Roca, who had been staying on the Twilight Island, had never seen such a spectacular natural disaster, and his whole body was trembling.

Tihana, Bedema and others also stopped vomiting, and their attention was attracted by the huge upwelling.

The corners of Sherlock's mouth raised slightly.

"Welcome to the new world."

"We have to avoid it."

Lauberon cast a look of help.

He Ling nodded, flew into the air, and flapped his wings at an angle of 30 degrees to the southeast, creating a hurricane.

The Sinister sailed on the wind and landed on the sea level not smoothly, causing a huge wave, but it successfully missed the upwelling.

Under the control of Laurent, the Sinister was baptized by huge waves, shook a few times, regained its composure, and sailed smoothly on the sea.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

This is simply more exciting than riding a roller coaster.

Kom had vomited and fainted, and his physical strength was worrying.

Tihana and Bedema couldn't help but vomit again. The huge waves just now made them feel pregnant again.

"This is the sea."

Luo Ka looked at the endless, bottomless blue sea in front of him, feeling extremely excited.

This is the unknown he yearns for, a life full of variables.

At this moment, he felt that he was truly free from the curse.

He couldn't help but burst into tears.

There are 80 people living on the Twilight Island, and only he and Willy escaped the disaster.

Maybe there were other survivors, Rocca didn't know.

If there are still people who can write the history of the island, Shylock is by no means the prophesied savior and the favored one who brings light.

This is how they would write about Shylock.

That person brought darkness and disaster, causing the entire twilight island to be annihilated in Phoenix's anger.

That person's name is Leah D. Houston.

Remember this name, times have cursed him.

He is the sworn enemy of Twilight Island, the devil from the abyss, and the evil villain.

Every time Sherlock thought about this, he felt that it was great that he didn't say his real name.

Houston, although you are dead, the blame still falls on you.

But Roca is not someone who cares about the life and death of others. He has indifferent blood in his bones, so he is happy that he chose to follow Sherlock and come to the real world.

Ace is a mild patient with the sequelae of the "roller coaster". Now he has regained his energy and looks excitedly at this dangerous sea.

No, it is the extremely kind sea.

Although no one told him about the hardships of resurrecting him, Ace was not an idiot. He knew that Sherlock must have paid a lot along the way.

After all, in his consciousness, except for the Underworld Fruit, there was no chance for people to resurrect from the dead.

"How does it feel to be alive?"

Sherlock patted Ace on the shoulder.

"great."

Ace smiled heartily.

"That's good. My goal is to become the king of this world. Are you interested in joining my team?"

Sherlock handed Ace a bowl of wine.

That's right, within two years, while Luffy is still training, he will seize the hegemony of the pirate world.

Although this may very well change the protagonist's main mission, Sherlock doesn't care.

His goal is to get rid of being a [goalpost], he doesn't want to become a gate.

Therefore, everything must be accelerated.

Ace was stunned for a moment, a burning light burning in his calm eyes.