One Piece: The Magician

Although the Shining Gold Chamber of Commerce is a chamber of commerce, it is actually just a small shop selling daily necessities and some snacks. At the same time, this is also where Sherlock's family lives.

But even so, the emblem of the Shining Gold Chamber of Commerce was designed to be very elegant by Sherlock's meticulous father.

The two little guys can be seen from a long distance away. The golden iris flower emblem shines brightly in the sunset, making it extremely eye-catching.

Arriving at the door, Lisanna hummed a little tune and jumped forward to open the door. Before she touched the door handle, the door was suddenly opened. A fat man walked out quickly. He smelled of alcohol and was walking. It swayed a little and almost knocked the little girl over.

Sherlock hurriedly reached out to support Lisanna, who almost fell, and then bowed his head and said hello to the fat man.

"uncle."

"Hmph~" Sherlock's uncle lowered his head and glanced at the two little guys, hummed slightly, and walked away.

Lisanna immediately stuck out her tongue and made a face at her uncle's back, and then complained with great dissatisfaction:

"Humph, this old drunkard must be here to take care of dad's borrowing money, and he never pays it back, but dad always lends it to him every time he pays it back."

At this point, the silver-haired girl pouted angrily and said to Sherlock: "Charlotte, you are serious too. Why do you have to say hello to him every time? Why are you talking to such a person?"

"Well, after all, he is my father's biological brother, so he still needs to have the necessary etiquette."

Sherlock looked at his elder sister's cute face and chuckled: "As for the money the old drunkard borrowed, I will get it back from that damn fat guy Loki."

As he spoke, Sherlock showed a sinister smile that was very inconsistent with his current age.

“And it’s the kind with interest.”

A family of four is having dinner happily.

"Lisanna, pay attention to your image, stutter a little, and be more ladylike." Sherlock's father looked at his daughter's somewhat heroic eating appearance and said rather helplessly.

The creed that Shylock's father advocated throughout his life was elegance. He should maintain elegance and calmness at all times, just like the flower language of iris.

According to his idea, if you want to live a noble life, you must first behave like a noble.

Therefore, Sherlock's father asked his two little ones to learn aristocratic etiquette from a very young age, hoping to train his children to be polite gentlemen and ladies.

As a result, the son's training was quite successful. It can even be said that he was too successful. Looking at the way Sherlock looked when he was eating, he looked like a child under seven years old. His natural elegance showed nobility in his every move. His royal aura made even a father like him feel extremely ashamed.

However, the daughter is a very tomboy, she is carefree in everything she does, and she especially likes to run around with her little brother all over Rogge Town.

The eldest daughter made him worried, but the younger son was so obedient that he had nothing to say.

Sherlock's father thought this way more than once, it would be great if his son and daughter were equal.

Swallowing the food in her mouth, maybe she choked because she ate too quickly. Lisanna's expression changed, and her face turned red. Just when she was about to say something, Sherlock sitting next to her took a step ahead of her. The water glass was handed over.

After drinking the water, Lisanna felt much better.

"Thank you, Charlotte." After thanking her brother, Lisanna then looked at her livid father and smiled sheepishly:

"Hehe, who asked mom to cook so delicious food?"

"Well, I like to hear that. If it's delicious, just eat more of it." Sherlock's mother laughed when she heard this.

I have to say that both the parents of the two little guys are very good-looking, especially the mother. Her figure is really not as well maintained as she should be after giving birth to two children.

And it is worth mentioning that Sherlock's parents both have black hair, but Lisanna does have extremely beautiful silver hair, which makes the whole family feel very magical.

"By the way, Charlotte." The mother's eyes turned to her youngest son: "It's your birthday in a few days, what gift do you want?"

Sherlock opened his mouth, but before he uttered a word, the silver-haired little loli beside him was the first to answer: "I have already chosen the gift for Charlotte."

Lisanna raised her little hand and said excitedly: "A pair of glasses, after all, he will be myopic one day."

"Well, that makes sense." My mother nodded matter-of-factly: "And I think Charlotte will be very cute wearing black-rimmed glasses."

"Hey, mom, I think silver is cuter." Lisanna said, touching her long silver hair: "It's the same color as my hair."

As a result, the mother and daughter began to have a heated discussion about which color glasses Sherlock would be more adorable wearing.

Why do people think that I will be myopic and must wear glasses? Why do they use cute to describe me? Am I a big doll?

Sherlock swallowed the food in his mouth without changing his expression, while silently complaining in his heart.

When it comes to the world's aristocrats, the first thing people probably think of is the bubble hood. They are arrogant and domineering, and do not regard ordinary people as human beings at all. They also spend their days drinking and drinking, being arrogant and lewd, and doing all kinds of evil. They can be called the biggest garbage in the world.

At the same time, the world's nobles, that is, the Tianlong people, also have a common characteristic, which is the extremely serious lineage theory.

They claim to be the descendants of the twenty kings who created the world, and their obsession with bloodline is pathological. Their racial concepts are so strong that outsiders find it incredible.

Among these nineteen Draconian families, the Thassarian family is the most bizarre.

The Holy Land of Mary Gioia, the residence of the Thassarian family.

In an extremely extravagantly decorated room, a silver-haired old man in rich clothes sat on a chair, holding a photo in his hand.Not far in front of him was a mysterious man in a black suit half-kneeling.

"What beautiful silver hair~" The silver-haired old man's eyes flashed with intoxication, as if he was admiring a peerless painting: "It has been a long time since the Thassarian family has had such beautiful silver hair."

The old man pondered for a moment and then asked the mysterious person: "Maine, is she really one of my tribesmen?"

"Yes, you can rest assured on this. Please trust our intelligence capabilities." The voice was clear and pleasant. This mysterious person was actually a woman.

"According to our investigation, her lineage was exiled from her grandfather's generation, and her grandfather is still a cousin to you,"

"Really?" The old man's slightly cloudy eyes showed a rather excited light: "Then she can be regarded as my granddaughter, okay?"

As he spoke, the silver-haired old man placed the photo in his hand on the table.

The person in the photo is none other than Sherlock's sister, Lisanna.

"In that case, take her back to the Holy Land. The Thassarian family needs high-quality blood like hers."

"And I'm in a good mood today. Let the Colosseum prepare for more death battles and put in more powerful slaves to make the fights as bloody as possible."

"I understand, Saint Bartholomew," Maine said respectfully.

A starry night.

Sherlock was lying on his bed, with his eyes closed and his breathing very steady. Looking at the young lady, he seemed to have fallen asleep.

Suddenly, Sherlock, who had "fallen asleep", spoke in a low voice:

"Why are you here again? Don't you have your own room?"

"Hehe, you discovered it again. I've obviously been careful enough." Lisanna smiled awkwardly, then she lifted up Sherlock's quilt and got in quickly.

Sherlock opened his eyes, glanced at Lisanna nestling next to him, and sighed helplessly.

The silver-haired little loli hugged Sherlock's arm tightly, rubbed her white cheek on his shoulder coquettishly, and then whispered into Sherlock's ear:

"Charlotte, you smell so good." Lisanna sniffed gently with her little nose: "It smells like the chocolate pie made by mom."

Sherlock felt baffled. He was once again defeated by his sister's happy thoughts, so he said angrily: "Really? Then why don't you eat me."

"No," Lisanna giggled. She stared at her big bright eyes and held Sherlock's arms tightly with both hands:

"After all, you are my most precious brother."

Sherlock's heart trembled slightly, feeling a little overwhelmed by his sister's straightforward words.

"Idiot, go to bed quickly."

So, the two little guys stayed quiet for nearly 10 minutes.

"Hey, Charlotte, do you think silver is more cute or black?"

"If you ever mention glasses to me again, just go back to your room. I won't wear them, whether silver or black."

"" Lisanna blinked her big bright eyes, not knowing what to say.

"Go to bed quickly"

The two little guys were so quiet for nearly 10 minutes.

"Hey, Charlotte" Lisanna turned her head.

"What's wrong?" Sherlock said impatiently.

"My dream is to become the Pirate King, so what is your dream?"

dream

Sherlock was stunned by Lisanna's sudden question.

A great man once said: If a person has no dreams, what is the difference between him and a salted fish?

My father's dream is more realistic: to make the Shining Gold Chamber of Commerce bigger and let the family live a noble life.

Mother's dream is more romantic: the family will travel to the legendary island in the sky, listen to the angels playing the harp, and taste the unique food in the sky.

My sister’s dream is more scary: to become the Pirate King. I never thought that this would be the dream of a ten-year-old girl.

So, what is my dream?

Sherlock was lost in thought.

After a long time, Sherlock said softly:

"My dream is to develop the Flash Gold Chamber of Commerce into the number one chamber of commerce in the East China Sea and even the world."

Sherlock actually felt that his dream was a bit stupid, but he really couldn't think of a better dream.

"When the time comes, you can eat as much chocolate pie as you want."

Having said this, Sherlock couldn't help but smile softly.

"Well, isn't this more realistic than you becoming the Pirate King?"

Lisanna didn't reply.

Sherlock turned his head strangely and found that the silver-haired little Loli had closed her eyes, and she was snoring very lightly every time she breathed in.

"I actually fell asleep." Sherlock had a dark look on his face, feeling that what he had just said to himself was really stupid.

Looking at Lisanna's lovely sleeping face, Sherlock felt that his heart was surprisingly calm at this time, his eyes were glowing softly, and the corners of his mouth raised a beautiful arc, and then he slowly closed his eyes. .

In fact, it is enough as long as our family can live happily together

together, forever