One Piece: The Magician

On the deck of a navy warship in the sea not far from Gaya Island. ┡┢╪.〈.

"Hahahaha, you're laughing me to death, you're really laughing me to death." A burst of sweet laughter like silver bells.

"That dress must be something he likes very much, tsk tsk, what kind of stupid taste is this? Dressing up like a flamingo is just because of his dressing sense. It's strange that those bastards can let him go back."

"So, when I burned it, I was actually helping him. He should thank me. Pfft, no, I was laughing so hard, hahaha."

A certain expired lolita with black and white ponytails was rolling excitedly on the deck. She was so happy that she saw the black lines on the faces of the navy headed by the white hunter.

"This guy is talking about some weird things again. Could it be that he smoked cigars until his brain was damaged?" Smoker complained in a malicious low voice.

"Hey, does smoking a cigar damage your brain?"

The naturally stupid female swordsman was shocked when she heard this, and then looked at her superiors with a worried look: "Colonel Smoker, you smoke no less cigars than Major General Alan, you..."

"Dusky"

The corners of Smoker's mouth twitched violently: "If you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute."

"If you continue to be so natural, I will assign you to Major General Alan and make you her follower."

"no, do not want"

Dasqi was shocked and turned pale. She subconsciously protected her chest and her face turned red. It was obvious that she had been "ravaged" by Alan a lot during this period.

Sighing helplessly, Smoker looked at Major General Loli who was rolling on the deck with laughter again, showing a puzzled expression.

Judging from the damage to her clothes, it seems that she has withstood a big battle. It's strange. Are there such powerful enemies around here?

On the streets of Magic Valley Town. ..

A man and a woman walked side by side. It was very noteworthy that they had exactly the same elegant and calm temperament.After the surrounding pedestrians saw the young man's appearance clearly, their expressions changed drastically and they quickened their pace, as if they had seen something very scary.

"Wen Bulan. It turns out that the old man the orangutan mentioned before was referring to him. Wait. Wen Bulan."

As Robin walked, he looked at the map of Gaya Island that he had just bought from a weapons shop in his hand, and his delicate eyebrows wrinkled slightly:

"I seem to have heard of this surname somewhere, do you have any impression Sherlock?"

Sherlock nodded: "This is the surname of Rolando, the big talker who is well-known in Beihai."

"The Big Talker" Robin recalled.Then he showed a sudden expression: "I remember, it must be the picture album about the Golden Land. I remember that the name of the island in the story is also called Gaya."

"Yes, this should be the place in the story." Sherlock pushed his glasses slightly, reflecting two cold lights: "This way, it makes sense why he has been looking for gold here for so many years. "

Speaking of this, the magician chuckled: "I think Nami will be very interested when she finds out about this. She is the most greedy for money."

"Haha, Miss Navigator will be very happy." Robin's beautiful eyes were bent into two crescents. Then the intellectual beauty seemed to have remembered something and asked the magician again:

"By the way, Sherlock, in addition to the information about Sky Island, you have also been collecting information about the Bloody Moon. ╞┢.{. Why are you so interested in that Seven-Star Sword? Haha, I think this Because it should be something Mr. Swordsman should be interested in.”

Although Robin always looks calm and calm, in fact she has extremely strong curiosity. For Sherlock, a man with glasses whose every move must be full of profound meaning, Robin almost asks questions.

"No one stipulates that people who are not swordsmen cannot use swords as weapons."

Sherlock's expression remained unchanged. He thought for a moment, considered his words, and continued: "Robin, I brought back some very interesting things from the dream of Colorful Mist. You, an archaeologist, will definitely be very interested. Yes. We can study it together in the future."

After all, Sherlock knew very well that his half-full knowledge of ancient writing was incomparable to a genius archaeologist who passed the bachelor's exam with perfect scores at the age of 8.

"Oh"

Robin's beautiful eyes lit up instantly.In this sea, perhaps only things about archeology can excite this charming woman like her.

"What is it from the colorful mist? Can't you tell me in more detail? Could it be that it is related to the Seven Star Sword?"

Sherlock smiled and opened his mouth.About to answer

However, at this moment, the sorcerer's expression suddenly changed. He stopped very abruptly and stood still. His expression was cloudy and uncertain, as if he had suddenly sensed something terrible.

This feeling of madness is why his "psychopath" is here

"What's wrong with you Sherlock?"

See this.Robin also felt a sudden change in her heart. She looked around, and was shocked to find that for some reason, the originally noisy streets had become deserted, and the silence was a little penetrating.

What happened

With his hands crossed on his chest, Robin looked around with a serious face, apparently looking for the enemy who didn't know where he was hiding.

"You go back alone first, Robin."

Sherlock put his hand on Robin's shoulder and said in a calm tone: "You can take Luffy and the others to find Wen Bran Couric first, and we will meet there."

Robin narrowed his eyes slightly: "Then you"

"I'm going to meet an 'old friend'." Sherlock pushed up his glasses slightly, reflecting two chilling rays of light.

"Old friend"

Robin glanced at the magician suspiciously, and wanted to ask more questions, but when she looked at the latter's deep black eyes under his lenses, she took back the words that came to her lips.

"I know." Robin sighed, put down his hands, and then turned around and left without stopping.

After a while.

After Robin walked away, Sherlock, who was standing alone on the street, calmed down and then walked straight to a bar near the street and opened the door without hesitation.

Ding Ling Ding Ling~~~~~~The sound of the wind chimes on the door of the tavern is clear and sweet.

This is a small bar that doesn't look very luxurious in terms of appearance, but judging from the facilities in the store, this store has been around for some time.And what is very strange is that this bar, which should have been packed, has only one customer at this time.

Gold, red sunglasses, beach jacket, cropped pants, pointed shoes, slightly strange and familiar outfit, but for some reason only his iconic pink feather cloak is missing.

At this time, he was sitting carelessly in front of the bar, with his back to the bar door, pouring himself a drink.The pretty looking bar owner stood at the bar with a pale face, trembling like a frightened rabbit.

Pat, pat, the sound of leather boots on the wooden floor was firm and rhythmic.

Sherlock walked up to the tall, golden man and sat down across an empty seat, with an expression on his face that was neither sad nor happy.

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No one spoke, you could hear a needle drop in the empty bar, the silence was eerie, two invisible and terrifying auras radiated from the only two guests here, making the surrounding air thicker, and the atmosphere was particularly depressing. It was so depressing that a certain poor boss lady almost fainted.

After a long time, the golden man broke the silence first.

"Hey, I thought you didn't dare to come in, little friend."

After saying that, the man with a weird smile put down the wine glass in his hand and ordered the bar owner's wife who was shivering even more unceremoniously: "Hey, give him wine, the best wine."

"Do not bother."

Sherlock rested his elbows on the bar, crossed his slender fingers in front of his mouth, and his eyes were covered by glowing white lenses, making it impossible to see what his expression was at this time.

"You should know that I don't drink. Also, please don't call me by that weird code name in the future."

"Don Quixote. Doflamingo."

In this dim bar, these two men, who were also supposed to be "gods", met again. To be continued.

ps: ps: 1321 book friends, you can guess what Dover wants to do to find Sherlock.

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