The Evil Generation of Pirates

There is something strange about this island. In the mouths of drinkers, the name of the Ward Pirates appears frequently.In ordinary towns, not to mention the pirates' demeanor, it would be relatively heavy.But when these drinkers talked about the Ward Pirates, they sounded relaxed, and they didn't sound like they had any hostility towards this group of pirates.

"It's interesting." Yamos and Luo clinked a glass and took a sip of juice. "Could it be that this place is a gathering place for pirates, just like a plundering port? I guess not. I didn't see any pirates on the road. It looks like a peaceful paradise."

"I don't know." Luo didn't drink. He still held the wine glass in his hand after touching it. "I haven't heard much news. I just heard that it is relatively peaceful here and is suitable for us to recuperate."

"Ask the bartender." After Yamos finished speaking, he waved to the bartender.

When the bartender saw it, he quickly walked over with a smile on his face, nodded and bowed: "Do you want to order any more drinks?"

"I see you're not busy now. Sit down and chat for a while. The wine is mine." Yamos said.

This situation is quite common. Sometimes businessmen or other passers-by prefer to go to the tavern to inquire about information. This is a method that everyone has gradually followed or become accustomed to.

After the bartender sat down, Yamos poured him a glass of wine: "We are adventurers. Passing here, we heard other drinkers talking about the Ward Pirates. Not only did they not look scared, but they were quite respectful. He looked a little curious."

The bartender was not in a hurry to drink, but thanked Yamos for pouring the wine for him personally, and explained enthusiastically: "The Ward Pirates are very popular in our local area."

When the topic of the Ward Pirates came up, the previously reserved bartender suddenly became enthusiastic and couldn’t wait to tell Yamos and the others about the Ward Pirates: “Although they are pirates, they never plunder. Our town actually helped us fight against all kinds of pirates in the Grand Line who tried to attack us. It can be said that the stability and peace in the Grand Line are all thanks to them."

"Oh" Yamos raised his eyebrows, becoming more interested. Several other people also stopped their private conversations when they heard this, "Why do they want to protect you instead?"

"I heard that their original intention of establishing the pirate group was not to burn, kill and loot, but to escape from their hometown after being destroyed by pirates and make a living on the sea. Seven or eight years ago, our island was still in an environment that was infested by pirates. , they couldn't bear it after sailing here, and regarded this place as their second home, and helped us repel many pirates. Since then, we have never encountered any pirates in Green Island, and everyone also regards this place as their second home. These are the patron saints who have helped us." The bartender's eyes were shining as he recounted the situation of the Ward Pirates.

Hearing that pirates were praised as patron saints, Amos was a little bit dumbfounded, but he also had some respect for the Ward Pirates. This should no longer be described as pirates. They dare not do evil under the name. , then they cannot be called pirates.

The preconceived ideas also made several other people feel a little weird.

After asking some random questions, a new drinker arrived. The bartender was busy entertaining them, and the chat was finally over.

"Would you like to meet me? I feel like a pretty nice guy." Laizein said.

"Why do you want to meet everyone? What does it have to do with us if they are nice? Is it possible that we need to pull them on board? They protect this place well. If you take them away, what will happen here?" Yamos Lean back on the chair and enjoy the cool breeze.

Lezein curled his lips and said no more.

"Actually, I still want to get acquainted with him. Heroes cherish heroes." Dorat praised himself in a roundabout way.

"Forget it, let's stay here for a few days and recover from our injuries. We still have to leave." Hawkins is a relatively peaceful person. He doesn't want to cause more trouble at the moment. "It's been delayed for a long time. Notice that we are here, once surrounded, we will not be able to escape."

Luo didn't speak. In his opinion, these were trivial matters. He was willing to say more nonsense.

After chatting and drinking in the tavern, the afternoon passed by in a flash. Several people paid their bills and left the tavern. After wandering outside for a while, they returned to the hotel.

They couldn't find a suitable restaurant outside, so they decided to go back to the hotel for dinner.

There are not many guests in the hotel, but the hotel is basically responsible for all three meals. At this time, three or four tables of people were seated on one side of the dining table on the first floor, and the hotel's kitchen would serve hot meals for them to enjoy from time to time.

"This is seafood bibimbap. Luo Ting is a specialty of our sea area. It's delicious. You can try it." The hotel owner was also busy during dinner, and he was considered to be a waiter. Help serve food.

"Really, I have to try it." Yamos looked at the seafood bibimbap in front of him and took a sniff, "It tastes really good."

"Yeah, haha, let's eat. I'll go help first." The boss smiled and went into the kitchen to help the guests at other tables.

Yamos took a bite of the seafood bibimbap and said, "Did Rock Shriver call you today?"

"Alright, let's ask about our current situation." Hawkins ordered a piece of takoyaki and ate it slowly, "They're pretty good there, but Reiju's side is showing signs of loosening up. Our army, navy and The reorganization of the Germa 66 Army should be put on the agenda."

"That's good news." Yamos smiled, "It's been hard work for Rock Shriver these past years."

"Yo yo yo, now you are considerate of your subordinates." Dorat couldn't stand Yamos's behavior the most, and he sneered without any scruples, "I didn't see you hesitating when you handed over the mess to us."

Having his shortcomings exposed, Yamos couldn't defend himself, so he just smiled bitterly and started eating again.

The other people all smiled when they saw Yamos slumped.

The people at the table were enjoying themselves and eating dinner leisurely.

The food from other tables was served, so there was nothing to do. The boss took his son aside and started eating too.His son looks about seven or eight years old, fair and tender, and very cute.

After finishing his meal, Yamos did not rush upstairs to his room to rest. Instead, he sat there and watched the little boy eat with interest.To be honest, it had been a while since he had seen such a child who could clearly see the word innocence written on his face.

In these days, there are wars all over the world, and towns that can provide residents with a stable life are like fireflies in the night.It looks quite dazzling, but compared to the darkness, it is still too small.

Yamos lives in darkness all year round, occasionally stopping in front of a firefly, but before he has time to observe its beauty, Yamos hurries away again.

When I saw fireflies, there was something else in my originally dark heart.Being accustomed to the darkness, Yamos cherished the fireflies particularly, so he left in a hurry, turned around and fought against the darkness, trying his best to shield the coldness, despair, war, and death from the fireflies.

This is the natural mercy of the strong towards the weak, so Amos felt that God was fair.After empowering the truly powerful, it will also light up their world, drive away their confusion, and gently tell the powerful how to use your hard-won abilities.

"I'm done eating. Let's go upstairs after eating," Dolat said.

Yamos was somewhat surprised and pointed slightly at the child who had just finished eating: "That's great."

Dolat, who was originally the most restless, sat upright again when he saw the child's appearance, with a smile on his face: "I want a child too."

Yamos: ""

"Hahaha, Yamos, I want to tell you that the child is quite cute, and is incompatible with this world." Luo snorted and joked, "It's better for you, you are thinking directly about your future children. He is indeed getting older. old man."

"How about a man with 31 flowers?" Dolat glared at Luo, but his face turned slightly red amidst the laughter of several people, "In terms of swordsmanship, I hope to reach the realm of a great swordsman at the age of 35. Do you know what this means? How many geniuses can become great swordsmen at the age of 35? In our circle, I am considered a very young boy."

"Young man, young man, that's right." Yamos smiled.

Dolat grinned when he saw that several people didn't listen to his excuse. The wrinkles at the corners of the old man's eyes inevitably appeared.

Yamos waved to the little boy. In the childlike world of the little boy, he used the most instinctive and primitive judgment method to determine that Yamos was not a bad person, and the little boy walked over.

The boss was still eating, but when he saw his child walking aside, he looked at Yamos in the direction, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

"How old are you this year?" Yamos rubbed the little boy's head.

"Eight years old." The little boy didn't seem to be an introvert, and he didn't show any fear when facing Yamos and the others.

"What's your name?" Yamos asked again.In fact, there is no purpose or motive for this kind of questioning. It's just that many adults ask instinctively when they see children. They don't really care about the answer, but they find it more cute when they see the child's soft answer.

"My name is Yunero." The little boy said obediently, and even said his father's name, "My father's name is Ross."

Yamos pinched the little boy's face again. The soft, tender face was so different from his rough hands: "How are you studying?"

"It's okay." The little boy frowned, not sure whether it was because he didn't like being pinched or because he wasn't good at studying.

"You have to study hard, you know? Look at how hard your father works every day." Yamos said this not to educate people, but as a joke.

"I don't want to be a boss." The little boy said, "I want to be a pirate."

Everyone's eyes were focused on the boy, and Yamos was also a little surprised: "Why do you want to be a pirate?"

"I want to join the Ward Pirates. They are heroes. Once you become a pirate, you are a hero," the little boy said.

"This is wrong." The smile on Yamos's face faded a lot. He did not want this innocent child to have the idea that pirates are heroes. "Pirates are bad people, they are not heroes."

The little boy pulled Yamos's hand away: "Nonsense, they are heroes."

Yamos showed a professional fake smile: "The Ward Pirates are an exception, you know. They don't mean that all pirates in the world are good. The word "pirate" most of the time represents evil."

After saying this, Yamos felt a little regretful. When he saw the little boy's stubborn expression, he knew that the other party could not understand him at all. Telling this to an eight-year-old child, he wanted him to accept it. At least Yamos couldn't do it. He had to See how his parents establish correct views on him.

The little boy felt that Yamos was no longer a good person. In his world, it was both easy and difficult for a person to change from good to bad. He walked back to his father, Ross, with great strides.

Yamos and the boss looked at each other and smiled again, but this smile was full of embarrassment.

"I told you to talk too much. Do you want to educate other people's children?" Dorat gloated.

"I just don't think that's good." The awkward smile on Yamos's face has not faded. He defended his childish behavior and then stood up, "Let's go upstairs to rest or play poker."

"Playing poker" Dolat also stood up, "Thank you for thinking about it. You could tell that Rock Shriver's underwear hadn't been washed for three days. Isn't it because I'm full when I play poker with you?"

"Then you just play and I'll watch." Yamos said, "You can't have no fun all the time."

Several people went upstairs.

The little boy watched the people leave with dissatisfaction, raised his head slightly and said to his father: "Pirates are heroes."

New World, Dressrosa

Doflamingo was lying on his throne, with one arm supporting his head and one foot on the armrest, looking unscrupulous.

"Hey, hey, hey, Dover." The snot-nosed man wearing a cloak similar to a quilt and holding a cane with a plum blossom logo slowly walked into the palace.

Doflamingo glanced at the visitor, wearing sunglasses and an evil smile: "Did you see it, Torebol? This world is like a pot of water boiled by fire, and now this pot of water is It’s about to be boiled.”

"I said, aren't we all people in the water? Sooner or later we will be cooked, hey hey hey hey." Torebol's smile was a little weird.

"We have to jump out of this pot of water in advance, and then be a bystander and watch others die unknowingly." Doflamingo said, "Let's get ready to launch the Diamond Project."

"Are we going to make a fortune?" Torrepol asked.

Doflamingo also started to let out a cold laugh: "Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, you need to be fully prepared for that guy."

"Good" Torebol slowly retreated, and a plan that would involve astronomical amounts of money would be communicated to countless places through him.

Doflamingo watched Torrebol leave, smiling horribly, lying on the throne in an unsightly posture, laughing from time to time.