World Traveler in Marvel

There were rough waves on the sea, and strong winds set off huge waves. .biquge

Dark clouds obscured the sky in the nearby sea area, and electric snakes as thick as buckets of water surged freely in the clouds, making loud roaring noises.

Ryan floated in the air, and after setting up dozens of layers of protective barriers for himself, he closed his eyes and felt the location of the Moby Dick.

Originally, he could be teleported directly to the Moby Dick through magic positioning.

However, doing that would indeed seem too impolite and would have a great impact on the subsequent conversation. Therefore, seeing that time was not too tight, he planned to use this world's method of visiting. , which is why he travels through the sea.

The pouring rain fell head-on, and after a biting cold wind blew by, the falling raindrops suddenly turned into hail, making the protective magic crackle.

Ryan sped up some speed, preparing to quickly move through this area.

He has experienced this level of climate change more than once along the way, and has personally experienced how troublesome it is to navigate the New World.

Fortunately, he was used to this kind of sea where everything was calm one second, but changed his temper the next second.

The speeding body broke the sound barrier, causing a sonic boom cloud to appear in the air.

As long as you don't plan to observe the scenery and just want to drive at full speed, it doesn't take long to get to where Whitebeard is.

In other words, it will be there soon.

The galloping body suddenly stopped, and the sky changed to a sea area, and now the sun was shining brightly.

Looking at the giant sailboat with the Whitebeard flag below, Ryan pondered for a moment, released the hidden spell on his body, and gradually fell from a distance of a thousand meters.

On the Moby Dick.

Sitting on the throne, enjoying the sunshine with his eyes closed, the white-bearded eyebrows suddenly raised and he looked up at the sky.

"What's wrong, Dad?"

Marco, who was standing nearby, noticed the movement and turned around to ask.

"Ku la la la! A friend is here, let me tell you, get ready to start the banquet!"

A smile appeared on Whitebeard's face. After Marco frowned slightly and looked in the direction of Whitebeard's gaze, a smile also appeared on the corner of his mouth. "I know, Dad!"

The ship soon became lively, and all kinds of food and drinks were carried from the warehouse to the deck.

When Ryan landed on the bow of the boat, he looked at Marco coming towards him and said hello with a smile.

"Just come here by yourself?"

After exchanging pleasantries, Marco asked with some confusion.

In the past, whether it was in newspapers or in person, Ryan would always be followed by someone. This time it was just him, which surprised him a little.

"They all have their own things to do. Besides, this is the Whitebeard Pirates. Will you let me have trouble on your ship?"

Ryan spread his hands pretending to be helpless and asked a question. After hearing this, Marco smiled complacently.

"Of course not, you are the benefactor of our Whitebeard Pirates!"

He reached out and hammered Ryan's shoulder, no longer caring about Ryan's lack of men.

He is also aware of the recent undercurrents on the sea. At this time, Ryan came alone, and it was obvious that the government also put a lot of pressure on him.

The two of them talked and walked towards Whitebeard. Along the way, the crew members on the ship kept saying hello to him.

It can be said that the members of the Whitebeard Pirates all have a great impression of him.

Curing Whitebeard's injuries was one thing, but the large-scale healing magic released at the end of the war was also very important.

The footsteps gradually reached the center of the deck, and Whitebeard's strong body, which was as tall as a two-story building, appeared in front of him.

Boundless momentum emanated from Whitebeard, and the joyful atmosphere paused at this time. Marco walked to the edge of the deck and watched the show.

Ryan laughed and moved forward step by step. When he was about five meters away from Whitebeard, he stopped.

"Is this the latest welcome ceremony for the Whitebeard Pirates?"

Ryan's voice was a bit teasing.

The white-bearded man sitting on the throne narrowed his eyes, stared at Ryan's empty hands, and said with a smile, "Where's the wine?"

This is the third time Ryan has set foot on the Moby Dick. The last time was when Blackbeard Teach was executed. At that time, Ryan despised the drinks at the banquet and praised his own skills. The drinks are so wonderful.

At that time, the two agreed that when he came to the Moby Dick again, he would bring his own drinks with him to compete. Obviously, Whitebeard always remembered this.

"Hey, I knew you old wine bug was thinking about my wine!"

After Ryan finished speaking with a tone that he had known for a long time, he took out a fifteen centimeter-high silver wine flask from his private space with exquisite patterns carved all over.

"This is my gift to you, how about it?"

Ryan looked proud. After Whitebeard glanced at him, all his expectations were gone. He looked at Ryan and said meaningfully, "Your face is so thick that even I can't break it."

After finishing speaking, he did not look at the exquisite wine that was not enough for one sip. Instead, he shouted to his sons who were watching the theater and booing at the side, "It's a banquet. Bring up all our drinks. Enough!"

As he spoke, he glanced at Ryan. Despite the boos, Ryan was not angry and shouted stop.

After everyone focused their attention on him, he snorted twice, held the wine bottle in his hand and said, "I know you think I'm stingy, but do you think the gift I gave you will be so simple?"

"Bring the bucket!"

Ryan rolled up his sleeves and waved grandly.

After Marco looked at it, he stepped forward and asked, "How big do you want it to be?"

"It doesn't matter, as long as it's not leaking."

"Then use this!" Foil Bista picked up a 1.5-meter-tall oak barrel next to him and threw it over.

Ryan reached out to take it, opened the lid, looked at everyone's expectant expressions, and tilted the wine bottle in his hand.

The jade-like wine slurry poured out of the pot, and its aroma filled the entire boat.

Smelling the pleasant aroma of wine, many wine worms were salivating.

However, the people at the scene did not focus on the wine at this time, but looked at the wine bottle that had been poured for half a minute but was still the same as before.

"Well, considering the size of that wine flask, there should be no alcohol in it now."

"You ask me, how do I know!"

"It's incredible. Is this a wine bottle that has eaten a devil fruit?"

"If what you say is true, this is a wine pot that has eaten the fruit of wine wine."

"Is there such a fruit?"

"The devil knows!"

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There was a lot of discussion at the scene. Ryan watched the pouring for a minute before pouring the wine barrel to a height of less than three centimeters. He frowned and pressed a button on the handle of the jug. Suddenly, the amount of wine poured out increased ten thousand times. , the wine barrel was filled up in just a few seconds.

He lightly kicked the wine barrel with his right foot. In an instant, the oak barrel filled with wine spun and flew towards Whitebeard without spilling a drop of wine on the way.

Whitebeard reached out to catch it. Instead of looking at the barrel filled with fine wine, he looked at the small wine jug in Ryan's hand and asked, "How much can it pour out?"

Although Ryan had brought him many surprises, this flask that seemed to be impossible to empty still aroused his interest.

"There's no limit, you can keep going down as long as it doesn't break."

Ryan answered with a raised eyebrow.

This is the magic of magic. Many things are completely impossible in common sense, but in magic, it can be achieved easily.

"Try it and see if I was bragging before."

Ryan looked at the barrel and said with a smile.

This prop, called the Endless Wine Flask, is set to contain fine wine brewed from mythical plants. Although it has no special effects, it is indeed rare in the world in terms of its delicious taste.

Whitebeard looked down, picked up the barrel and drank.

Accompanied by the cheerful sound of good wine, the drunkards who had already lost their patience rushed forward and scrambled for the wine bottles.

Ryan cheerfully refilled everyone's cups, blending into the atmosphere of the party.

I have been carrying the air for so long that sometimes I forget how to relax.

At this moment, he had forgotten his identity and was completely immersed in this rare atmosphere.

The banquet continued until it got dark and then gradually stopped.

The magic power rotated slightly in his body, and as the alcohol was driven out of his body, Ryan stepped over the drunken people on the ground and came to the side of Whitebeard.

After playing and having fun, it was time to get down to business.

The air was filled with the aroma of wine and meat, and Whitebeard picked up his wine gourd and took a sip from time to time.

He glanced at Ryan who came over, and said without any surprise, "Tell me, let me do what you want me to do. The entire Whitebeard Pirates owe you a favor, as long as I don't let me lead my sons to fill the pit of death." , just speak!”

After hearing this, Ryan was slightly stunned, smiled, and said in Whitebeard's slightly surprised eyes, "Of course someone will contact you about the war. That's not what I came here to talk about."

A stone platform was conjured out of thin air, and Ryan sat on it, looking at the people lying dead on the deck below, and said, "Have you ever thought about the future, Whitebeard."

The voice was calm. After hearing this, Whitebeard turned his head, looked at Ryan, and suddenly smiled.

"Of course I have thought about it. As a pirate, my future destiny will be to continue conquests until one day I am buried under the sea. But I have so many family members around me. Maybe I can be taken back to my hometown on the day I die. Bury it!”

Whitebeard looked at the many snoring sons below, with a kind and proud smile on his face.

"Really, have you ever considered returning to the sun?"

After listening to Whitebeard's words, Ryan asked casually.

Whitebeard frowned when he heard something was wrong, "What are you planning?"

Back in the sun?

What sunshine?

He is also walking under the sun now, and many countries in the entire new world rely on his flag to gain peace. Although he is only a pirate, he is also a pirate with the strongest reputation in the world.

After hearing this, Ryan smiled, then looked serious and said, "Okay, let me tell you straight. After the war is over, are you interested in taking a position in the new government?"

As he spoke, seeing Whitebeard's immediate refusal, he sped up his words and said, "Don't be too busy disagreeing. I know you have been a pirate for decades and are not used to being a government official who has always been hostile, but this The government is not the current government, and even if you really want to talk about it, your contribution is still in it..."

"Since you knew I would be uncomfortable with it, you shouldn't have said this."

Whitebeard interrupted. He understood what Ryan meant, but asking him, a pirate who had been accustomed to freedom all his life, to abide by the duties of those officials was no different from wishful thinking.

Ryan was slightly stunned when he was interrupted, but he quickly said without caring, "Okay, let me put it another way, even if you don't like being an official in the government, as for your family members, a thief will still be a thief, even if it's because of The establishment of the new government is partly due to the contribution of your Whitebeard Pirates, but it is natural for officers and soldiers to fight against pirates. Maybe in the first few years or more, for your sake, the two sides did not disturb each other, but one day, The government will still choose to go to war with you."

"To be honest, I don't like to see having to fight with my former comrades for various reasons. Moreover, maybe being a pirate is freedom, but as you said yourself, this is a road of no return, and sooner or later you will die. Burial place.”

"If you change your identity to an official, you may not have the freedom, but your safety and future are far beyond what a pirate can match."

As he said that, he looked at Whitebeard's tangled face and added another weight: "There are not many opportunities to eliminate the wanted list and start everything from scratch. Even if the newly established government in the future will only grant amnesty to a few people, I think you should think carefully about it.”

"Oh, by the way, if you really feel that being an official is restricted, then you can do it even just in name. As long as you promise not to kill civilians indiscriminately or plunder at will in the future, I think this shouldn't be a problem for you. In my investigation, there is no tendency for you to kill indiscriminately."

Ryan spoke sincerely. After Whitebeard struggled for a while, he slowly said, "Aren't you afraid that the world will not recognize you if you let me, a well-known evil party, join the new government?"

"Ha! Fist is the truth that convinces everything. Victory is justice. As long as you continue to brainwash with public opinion for two years, it will be easy to clear your name!"

Ryan had a bit of sarcasm on his face. After Whitebeard looked at it, he changed the question and asked, "What about the Revolutionary Army? Do they agree?"

He knew that besides people like Ryan, there was another group in the alliance.

"The Revolutionary Army..." Ryan repeated, and said with a hint of seriousness, "Since we are all comrades-in-arms, I won't hide those things from you. The relationship between the Revolutionary Army and us is a bit complicated. According to the agreement, all official positions in the future new government will We all stay out of it and leave it entirely to the revolutionary army to handle it themselves."

"But you don't have to worry about this. Since you have contributed, you will naturally have the right to share the cake. There are so many government employees, and it will not be a problem to satisfy the Whitebeard Pirates."

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