One Piece's Life

Chapter 373 Night falls

.., One Piece Live for a Long Time

As for Klaus, there was no movement between the two people in the dark tower for a long time. Klaus, who had his mouth tightly closed, stared gloomily at Marcel, who had similar abilities. The two people who stopped temporarily wanted to deal with each other as soon as possible, so they were cautious. Both of them are looking for flaws in each other.

Klaus, who had already noticed something strange about someone, was very distressed: he looked very similar to the monsters I had seen, but something seemed wrong. What happened to this guy? Could he have eaten a devil fruit? Immortal monsters are really possible, but... are devil fruits effective on dead things?

I seem to have heard Gray mention this. It seems absolutely correct that Mickey’s ability to control Bai Xue is due to the special power brought by swallowing Devil Fruit. Shuzi yearns for this power very much, but Devil Fruit is extremely rare. Even if you want to buy it, you may not be able to buy it. What kind of abilities does this guy have? Why do I think he has become stronger again? Can he continue to improve his strength?

Well, really, how could I forget that? Uncle Solomon said that the strength of these monsters will change with time, which means... it's almost dark, isn't it bad? If that's true, after dark, this There will be monsters wandering around this castle, and I can't wait any longer.

It's really strange. If he is really a person with abilities, then how come the weapon in my body can't hurt him? Gray once said that the material used in this weapon is a sea stone specially used to restrain this kind of people, so how can I ignore him? Is it because the wires are too thin? Or is it due to other reasons?

Why hasn't he launched an attack since he had the advantage? Is that smile on his face just for me? Really, there has to be a limit to looking down on people.

Crow put away his cold eyes and asked seriously: "Marcel, I admit that you are stronger than me, but I am not afraid of you. Now... we have finished fighting, can you let me go?"

On the other hand, the reason why Marcel, whose fangs have not receded, is not in a hurry to attack is because he is re-recognizing himself. He has not yet fully mastered a certain power and has determined something: he is definitely alive. However, I am. I don’t have the urge to suck his blood. What’s going on?

Is it because the blood on his body is not fresh enough? Or is it because he may be of the same race? Forget it, I can't wait any longer, otherwise... Lord Dracula is an angry and arrogant boy. Are you trying to escape? Sorry, De Master Gula should be very interested in you. I have to send your gift to him.

Marcel, who signaled rejection with his left hand, responded with a smile: "Sorry, kid, I can't let you escape like this. Besides, even if you leave here, it should be difficult for you to rejoin your companions. Don't worry, as long as you cooperate well , I won’t do anything to you.”

The two looked at each other and attacked at the same time. This time... Klaus did not pass through Marcel's body. The two people who collided began to compete for strength. Klaus, who had never had an advantage in strength, was suppressed. , the short man was forced to step back, and his blue hat was about to fall off as he leaned back involuntarily.

Both have the same idea, they both want to catch each other. They feel that no matter how fast they are, as long as they are caught, they will always have a chance to deal with the opponent. Klaus, who was forced to retreat under the wall, glanced at someone's smiling face for a few times. When his left heel touched the corner of the wall, he was very angry: Why can't I even defeat him?

He is not a werewolf, but he has the ability to transform that is similar to that of a werewolf. Is transformation the only way for me to become stronger? No, I will not give up. This bastard is showing off with Locke. That hateful expression is what I hate the most. I will definitely kill him...

Just when Marcel thought Klaus had given up resistance, he felt a strong sense of oppression. He was forced to let go and instinctively stepped back. Marcel, who was still able to cope, saw cracks starting to appear on the ground around someone. Klaus, who seemed unchanged, lost control of his emotions. His breathing slowed down and he looked fiercely at someone who had stopped smiling.

Just when Marcel, who was in a parrying posture, thought Klaus would launch an attack, he saw the opponent disappear. After a loud noise resounded through the tower, Marcel, who was about to lose his balance, retreated to the wall. In a daze, he stared at a hole not far away: How did he do this? He carries some kind of secret with him. Weapons?

Klaus's surprising move made Marcel feel very nervous. He put away his leisurely thoughts and tried to search for the other party's whereabouts. However, no matter how Marcel searched, he just couldn't find Klaus' whereabouts. As for Mickey and Schnebby, Marcel has long understood that these two people have always stayed in the same place: If the boy didn't go to find these two people, then would he hide in some extremely hidden place? Damn it, just now ..If I hadn’t been careless, maybe things wouldn’t be like this. Well, this is...pain.

Marcel, whose shirt was ruined, had five scars on his abdomen. He covered his abdomen with his left hand and tried to stop the wounds. He was half-kneeling on the ground in pain: There is absolutely no mistake. That kid has scratches like that of a werewolf... I'm too Now that we're familiar with him, it doesn't matter which tribe he is a werewolf from.

Boy, you ran away very quickly, but... I've said it before, as long as you are still in the castle, I will definitely be able to find you. It's just a matter of time.

Marcel stood up calmly after recovering, and smiled excitedly as the wound on his abdomen disappeared. Not long after, he disappeared into the less damaged tower...

As for Midge, Schneibi, who was confused about the situation, yawned from time to time: Where is this? Why does Schneibi feel like he has had a long dream? What time is it now? Is it dinner time? Since Midge is here, then Klaus should be there too, it seems like Schnebby is overthinking it. This is the smell of food.

With his eyes wide open, Schnebby looked at the small table not far away. He was completely awake and said excitedly: "Micky, you are so kind. With so much food... Schnebby should be able to eat a meal. Mickey, you Don't say anything, Schnebby activated the snappy first."

Schneibi, who jumped into a small chair aside, didn't wait for Mickey to respond. He picked up a piece of jerky, and thought the jerky was so hard, Schnebby ate it. Just as the little guy swallowed a piece of chewed meat, he choked. The panicked Schnebby saw three glasses of water on the table. He drank one glass of water in one gulp and felt much better.

Not long after, Schnebby, who was dining, heard a voice: "Sorry, Schnebby, I just found this little edible food, I hope you can make do with it. Schnebby, eat slowly." He nodded quickly. Schnebby could tell through his sense of smell that these dried meats that had not gone bad were not very tasty. Knowing that the dried meats had been processed by Mickey, he felt free to enjoy them.

Schnebby, who couldn't eat freely, remembered the scene when he was eating bread. He was not particularly hungry and hoped to finish it as soon as possible. During Schnebby's quiet meal, he drank a lot of water. Dried meat couldn't satisfy Schneibi, but the water prepared by Mickey made Schneibi feel full.

Schnebby did not expect that the water prepared by Mickey would have a sweet taste. With his bulging belly, he lay comfortably in the small chair. Just when Schneby was about to take a nap, he suddenly remembered something. He didn't smell someone's scent and he asked confusedly: "Midge, where is Klaus? Schneby is full, what's wrong with him?" He hasn’t appeared yet. Is he looking for food outside? snappy?”

The smiling Mickey was already tired. She stretched her arms and looked at the closed door: "Schnebby, don't worry about Klaus. He just went for a walk. I believe he will be back soon. Today "Tonight...we will rest here for the night, and tomorrow...we will leave. As for where to go...of course it is back to the ship. Schnebby, you just woke up not long ago, why do you want to sleep again?"

Schneiblisso, who suddenly had an urgent need to urinate, sat up. He shook his head and felt the dim vision. He was looking for a place to urinate in a panic: If you have it, then use this.

Schnebby, who walked to the corner, approached an iron pot and moved the small chair behind him. He heard Mickey's laughter, and Mickey, who turned away to look away, took a short rest.

After Schneby, who was not worried about Klaus's safety, finished urinating, he glanced at the small bed not far away and gave it to Mickey to sleep on. He put two small chairs together and felt comfortable after regaining his good mood. Lying in the small chair: "Miqi, the water you prepared is so delicious, just as snappy as milk."

"Speaking of which... Schnebby hasn't drunk milk for a long time. The last time... was on that pollen-filled island? I heard Klaus said that drinking more milk can make you grow taller. Schnebby Still very short, Schnebby really wants to grow taller. Mickey, can you still make milk snappy?"

The sleepy Mickey shook his head and responded: "Sorry, Schnebby, I couldn't conjure milk just now... I just added some flavor to the water, and it was not milk. Schnebby, before we go back to the ship , we will go to Traide City, and then...whatever you want to eat, I will buy it for you. I don’t know what happened to the others. I will contact them after we leave this castle."

"Schnebby, if you don't drink milk, you will still be able to grow taller... I just hope you don't dislike me for being short." Schnebby closed his eyes tightly while imagining himself when he grew up. He thought of Shasha, the same little cat. It's a crocodile standing on two legs.

However, Schneibi's fantasy was interrupted not long after. After the trembling Schneibi opened his eyes, Mickey in front of him whispered: "Schneibi, don't make a sound." He quickly closed his eyes. The double-eyed Schnebby was as motionless as a corpse, with his little foot propped in another small chair...

Two minutes ago, there was movement everywhere in Slona Castle under the dim sky. As night falls, the figures standing upside down on the beams wake up one after another. These figures with dark wings feel the bright sight. They land smoothly and dare not leave the building privately. They are waiting for instructions from a certain adult.

In a quiet room, a figure lying on the sofa slowly opened his eyes. Mark, who was swinging his neck, was confused about something. With an excited smile, he looked out the window at the dim night.

In the room next to him, Ives, who was always floating in the air, had red eyes. As he slowly fell to the ground, he looked at the window that was always open. Hearing the lively noises coming from all over the castle, he was inexplicably angry...