One Piece: The Magician

The deepest part of the prison of Nabaron Fortress is the exclusive cell of Sand Crocodile.

The slightly burning torch could not provide adequate lighting at all, and the dancing flames made the entire stone chamber flicker.

Crocodile, whose hands were bound by a pair of seastone handcuffs, sat slumped in the corner of the cell. He lowered his head and remained motionless. He seemed to be sleeping with his eyes closed, like a man-eating giant with its mouth entangled. Crocodiles are no threat at all.

The surrounding environment was surprisingly quiet, and even the low and steady breathing of the sand crocodile could be heard clearly.

Suddenly, as if he sensed something, Crocodile slowly raised his head, looking directly at the unclearly slender figure through the messy hair and iron fence with his eyes as cold as steel knives.

Although it was the first time he saw a real person, Sand Crocodile instantly determined the true identity of the visitor through the pair of white-light glasses. The corner of his mouth raised an arc of unknown meaning, and the scar on his face also appeared. Twisted.

"Don't you come here to see my joke? Look at the embarrassment of my defeated general after he became a prisoner of the navy."

"No, I'm not bored yet."

Sherlock looked at the Hara Shichibukai who was wearing prison uniform, and gently pushed up his glasses: "As for the defeated general, you should be Luffy's defeated general, right? I just gave you a choice before. It’s just a question.”

"I think you had already considered this outcome when you chose to save Unday. You bet all your money on Nico Robin, but unfortunately, you lost the bet."

"Yes, you won and I lost. This ocean is so simple and cruel." Sand Crocodile looked at the magician outside the prison quietly, his eyes flickering.

It is strange to say that these two guys who had a fierce battle of wits in Alabasta met for the first time today. Not to mention the meeting place was extremely awkward, and there was not even the slightest smell of gunpowder when the two sides talked, with that calm tone It was as if they were talking about what they had eaten this morning.

"But why did you appear in a naval fortress?"

Without waiting for Sherlock to say anything, Crocodile suddenly raised his voice and continued: "Let me guess, although I am imprisoned in a place like this, my perception of the outside world is still very sensitive. Well, I remember what happened last night There was a brief riot.”

"Could it be that you, Straw Hat and the others entered this fortress by mistake, and some of your companions were captured?"

Sherlock remained silent, but his default attitude made the Sand Crocodile suddenly laugh uproariously in schadenfreude. He laughed so wantonly and wildly that he didn't look like he was a prisoner of the navy at all.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. It's so ironic, Thassarian Shylock, you heroes who saved a country, ended up being imprisoned in the same place as us criminals who persecuted a country. Hahahahaha, I really don't know that. How would a naive princess feel when she found out about this?"

Sherlock frowned slightly. He was worried that the Sand Crocodile's move would attract the navy in the prison, but strangely nothing happened.

What's going on? The defensive force in this prison is too empty. What on earth do those navy think?

Gently pushing up his glasses, Sherlock stopped worrying too much about this issue. He looked at the slightly distorted smile of the Sand Crocodile and said calmly: "We have never been heroes, and I don't think Luffy is either. I just want to help Weiwei in order to become a hero."

Recalling the beautiful figure with long aqua-blue hair, the corners of the sorcerer's mouth turned up slightly.

"From the beginning to the end, we are just pirates who can do anything for our partners."

"Hmph, really?"

Crocodile suppressed his smile and snorted: "Okay, let's stop chatting here. Tell us your purpose, magician. Since you brought me such an interesting joke, I will try my best to follow you. A satisfactory answer from you.”

"Thank you very much." Sherlock didn't care at all about Sand Crocodile's sarcasm. After pondering for a while, he said quietly:

"The main reason I'm looking for you this time is to get information about a person."

"A man" Crocodile was stunned when he heard this. He had imagined many questions, but he really didn't expect that the magician would ask this.

"Yes." Sherlock nodded and continued: "As far as I know, you worked hard in the second half of the Grand Line for more than ten years when you first became the Shichibukai. So during that time, you had I’ve never heard of the name Thassarian Lisanna.”

In the mind of the magician, since his sister can chat and laugh happily with Whitebeard, one of the four emperors, then she is definitely not an unknown person in the new world.

"Thassarian Lisanna"

However, to Sherlock's great disappointment, Sand Crocodile still had a blank look on his face after hearing the name, obviously not knowing that such a person existed.

"Well, of course she might not use her real name."

After Sherlock frowned and thought for a while, his eyes suddenly lit up and he said eagerly: "By the way, her biggest feature is that she has extremely beautiful long silver hair. If you have seen it, you will definitely be deeply impressed. of"

"Silver hair, silver hair, silver hair"

In the flash of lightning, a beautiful silver silhouette flashed across Crocodile's mind instantly, making him freeze as if time had frozen.

No, what he was talking about could be the "terrible" silver-haired little girl from back then. Wait, her last name is Thassarian too.

The sand crocodile suddenly raised his head and widened his eyes, looking at Sherlock's face carefully in the dim light of the fire.And when he discovered that the latter was at least [-]% the same as the one in his memory, Crocodile's expression suddenly became extremely weird, and combined with the centipede-like scar that spanned his entire face, it looked even more ferocious and terrifying. .

"Well, the person you asked about is yours."

"She is my sister." Sherlock replied hastily, while feeling an inexplicable sense of déjà vu at the strange expression of the sand crocodile.

If the sorcerer's memory was better, he would be surprised to find that Crocodile's reaction at this time was almost the same as when Ace found out that Sherlock was the silver-haired brother, with an expression that he had seen a ghost.

"I see, it turns out her name is Lisanna."

After calming down for a while, Sand Crocodile's expression softened, and then he looked at the magician up and down as if he had gotten to know him again, and murmured: "I didn't expect that she actually has a younger brother. This ocean is really amazing. ”

Moreover, these two siblings are not fuel-efficient lamps. Crocodile complained secretly in his heart.

"So, you knew my sister back then." Sherlock's expression became tense, and a pair of black eyes shone with an inexplicable look under the transparent lenses.

Finally, we can know the information about Lisanna

"No, no, we don't know each other. We just met each other once."

The expression on Crocodile's face at this time was quite wonderful. He briefly recalled the scene when he first saw Silver Hair. Even though many years had passed, Sand Crocodile felt as if it happened yesterday.

"Silver-haired girl may have indirectly saved my life back then."

"If she hadn't suddenly appeared at that time and threatened to fight Whitebeard, I might not have been able to escape from that old guy alive." The corners of Crocodile's mouth twitched slightly.

"Aha"

Sherlock was stunned by the breaking news.

To be continued.