Traveler in the Pirate World

After casually dealing with a group of annoying guys, Lily and Tina continued to walk forward and continued the previous topic.

Wakka looked at the two beautiful figures leaving and the long shadows stretched out in the morning sun, and fell into a brief thought.

Devil Fruit users are people who can more or less come into contact with such beings in the Grand Line if they have some wealth and power.

As a well-known businessman in the capital Aruba, Waka had come into contact with one or two Animal-type Devil Fruit users. They were very powerful, at least to Waka.

Outsiders all thought that he stayed here because no one was willing to take with him this lame burden, but in fact, with Waka's eloquence and ability, it was not difficult to find someone to take him away.

Following a group of hunters with families and leaving White Rock Town in the absence of water? What a joke! Back then, Waka's fifty-man guard team all suffered in this vast desert. All the goods were either looted by sand bandits or buried in the desert. Some of the guards died, some fled. In the end, it was a question of how many of them made it to the town alive.

Waka had his bones broken by the sand bandits' gunfire, and he barely escaped by burying himself in the sand and corpses, but how to leave the desert became a problem.

He would never forget those years of hunger and thirst, he would never forget the smell of the corpses left behind by those guards, the smell of raw meat.

Watching his simply bandaged wounds rotting bit by bit and emitting a foul-smelling pus made him feel sick. He devoured his own kind, and the rotten insects devoured his flesh and blood. Everything was so ugly that he could hardly look directly at it, but he still wanted to live, desperately.

Hiding behind the outer wall of the ruins where they had temporarily camped before, Dhaka had no idea how much time had passed. He only knew that the stench from the "food" was getting more and more disgusting, and most of the insects that had once swarmed around had turned into dry shells and were blown away by the wind.

With gratitude, Dhaka buried those who had helped him survive until now, and sat alone among the rubble, looking at the old ancient walls, waiting for death.

His legs were completely broken, and his cracked lips had no blood left. He thought that maybe the next time someone passed by this trade route, they would find a dried-up body.

Then, just like he had done before, he lamented the other person's misery and desolation, but never thought that one day he would become like this.

I became him, buried by the years!

Waka was a little out of mind at that time. He couldn't help but think that perhaps a long time ago there was a person lying at the foot of the ancient wall he was leaning against, and perhaps he was also on the verge of death.

How many people have fallen and been buried on the earth where we stand. They turned into sand, loess, parts of plants or animals. Perhaps this is reincarnation!

On his deathbed, Waka heard someone calling him. Later, he was awakened by the shaking of the camel. It was not a pleasant feeling, but he was very happy. He was happy to have survived the catastrophe. "I survived. There is nothing more fortunate than this."

But now he is on the verge of death again. He has little money left in his pocket. He has a group of younger brothers who were deceived to boost his power. They are also a group of idiots who are not in harmony with him. When they no longer need him, they will probably attack him.

It's time to leave. If I cross the desert alone, it would be tantamount to seeking death. But what if I am accompanied by a Devil Fruit user?

This is not easy, but it is worth a try. As long as you don't do anything stupid, it will most likely just be a negotiation. If you succeed, you can leave this damn place. If you fail, you will just continue to stay in this damn place.

After thinking it over again and again, Waka chased in the direction the two women left. This was one of the few or even the only chance of survival, and he wanted to give it a try. For someone who had once faced death, nothing could be more despairing than death.

Daker, who was originally planning to leave, watched Waka limping in the direction where the two mysterious women left, and followed them as if possessed by a ghost. It was obvious that he no longer had to worry about anything.

Lily and Tina walked leisurely on the street. Their previous depression was somewhat relieved by that group of annoying guys, and now they were not in such a heavy mood anymore.

After walking for a while, the crowd in front suddenly increased, but most of them were elderly people and young children.

"I heard that someone has arrived from the seawater conversion base!"

"So are we going to sell water today? If not, how am I going to survive?"

"Maybe they won't sell it. Maybe they'll just give us clean water?"

"how is this possible?"

"How can that be impossible? This water was originally donated free of charge by the Seawater Conversion Base."

……

People were talking about it, some were worried, some were happy, some were at a loss.

Lily took Tina's hand and silently fell on the corner of the wall. The faint water curtain concealed their figures, and they quietly watched everything in the courtyard.

Waka watched them jump over the high wall with his own eyes, and then disappear as if they were erased by an eraser. He felt extremely lost. Did the rare chance of survival slip away?

Suddenly, he heard the crowd's discussions, and his eyes, which had just dimmed, slowly lit up with new light. Is hope favoring me again?

Looking at the crowded water-selling area, Daker couldn't help but step forward to ask. When he learned that people from the seawater conversion base had arrived, he squeezed to the front of the crowd.

He didn't know how to describe his current mood. Before he knew about his mother's situation, Daker hated Mayor Chris Stokes very much, but now he didn't know how to face him.

The door was closed, so Daker turned around, squeezed out of the crowd, climbed up the high wall beside him and looked inside secretly.

In the spacious courtyard, Chris Stokes stood expressionlessly behind two burly men. Those were people that Dacre had been dealing with for a long time, and they were really going to fight!

One of them is called Arubi and the other is called Sirubi. They are twin brothers and are the bodyguards of Chris Stokes. At this moment, their faces are serious and alert.

Chris Stokes has short burgundy hair and wears rimless glasses. He looks like an outstanding uncle.

In front of them stood three young men and two girls wearing blue work uniforms, standing straight and with extraordinary momentum.

They gave people a very strange feeling, which Daker couldn't describe for the moment, but he knew that it gave him a vague sense of longing, an inexplicable longing.

"I didn't expect you to come so soon. It seems that the Avisus Group is much more powerful than I thought!" Stokes' voice was very magnetic. He spoke calmly. Before doing all this, he had already thought of such a situation. "Can you give me a little more time? I want to try harder!"

"You may have misunderstood our purpose, Mr. Stokes!" The girl's voice was crisp and clear, and she spoke clearly and distinctly, which surprised everyone. "We are here to recruit you on behalf of the Avisus Group!"