Opening teaches Robin to overturn history

1519 year of the Haiyuan calendar.

Front section of the Great Route, Alabastan, Rainland.

Prolonged drought has made the country, which was largely desert, sweltering, and mud houses made of sand and stone sunburned as if they were about to smoke.

Jingle bells.

There was a crisp wind chime at the door of the tavern.

A sexy woman with a long black straight black wearing a small vest and a white cowboy hat pushed open the door and walked in.

“Sorry, it’s not business time yet.”

The young man behind the counter wiped the glass on his hand with his own care.

Small water droplets are attached to the freshly washed cup.

The young man picked up the cup with a clean towel, patiently wiped off the water droplets on it, and then arranged them neatly on the cupboard behind him.

“I know.”

The sexy woman in the white cowboy hat walked to the edge of the bar and casually found a seat to sit.

It’s not like you know.

The young man raised his head and stared at her with scrutinizing eyes.

“Have a glass of gin.”

The sexy woman smiled and looked at him.

The young man’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he gently placed the freshly wiped glass on the bar, revealing a perfect business smile: “Is it the black bottle or the red bottle?” ”

“Black.” The black-haired woman supported her head with one hand, and the corners of her mouth hooked slightly upward.

“Need some other wine?” The young man asked.

“No need.”

“Why.”

“Because except for ginjiu, everything else is undercover.” The sexy woman’s index finger tapped rhythmically on the bar, as if playing music.

“The gin wine you ordered, please use it slowly.”

The young man added a large ice ball to the cup and handed it over.

“What a weird joint code.”

“Introduce yourself, Nicole Robin, vice president of Baroque Work, codename miss.

Nicole Robin picked up the glass filled with gin wine and took a sip.

Yes.

She is Nicole Robin.

The sole survivor of O’Hara, an archaeological mecca, with a bounty of 79 million berry.

Compared to some sea thieves, it will not be inferior in the slightest!

Because of this amazing hanging gold, she was betrayed and abandoned several times.

“Oh roar?!”

After listening to Robin’s self-introduction, the young man raised his head and glanced at her with interest: “Nicole Robin, son of the devil!” With such an easy self-declaration, aren’t you afraid that I will sell your information to the Navy? ”

“Even if I don’t say it, you already know my identity well.”

“Lord of Skynet, Mr. Qiao Ying.”

Nicole Robin shook the wine glass, and the puck dangled inside with a crisp sound.

A flash of nervousness flashed in his eyes, staring at the man in front of him.

A flawless face from any angle, with a tall nose, straight eyes, a calm demeanor, and a wistful smile on the corners of his mouth.

It is a smile full of magical colors that involuntarily creates a sense of trust.

Because of this smile, people will believe everything he says from the bottom of their hearts.

This is Qiao Ying.

In the eyes of outsiders, he is the owner of the Hearthstone Tavern, a law-abiding citizen of Alabastan, and the big brother of Yushu Linfeng.

But only those who know know.

This guy is the owner of Skynet, the most mysterious intelligence network in the history of the Great Route.

Only half a year after the appearance of the navy, the revolutionary army, the four emperors, the seven martial seas….

It’s all over his eyeliner.

It is said that if you have enough money, you can buy any information you want to know from him.

Yes, you read that right, that is, any intelligence.

In his eyes, everyone was like a newborn baby, without any secrets.

Robin took two sips of wine, counteracting the enormous pressure brought by Qiao Ying.

Then a sweet smile followed.

“Compared to my information, the items you traded with our boss this time are more uneasy for the navy.”

“How is it possible!”

Qiao Ying shrugged his shoulders, chuckled and spoke, “I’m just an ordinary intelligence trafficker, what bad intentions can I have?” ”

After speaking, Qiao Ying bent down and took out a fist-sized clay pot from the cupboard, filled with coffee beans.

He opened the lid of the grinder.

Take a cup of beans from the jar and put it in the grinder and turn slowly.

Titicaca.

The sound of coffee beans gradually turning into powder echoed inside the store.

Nicole Robin stared at Qiao Ying nervously, paying attention to his every move, and the fingers placed under the bar were slightly clenched, and she could launch a thunderous strike at any time.

However, as if he didn’t know anything, Qiao Ying concentrated on grinding his coffee.

Click.

The grinder suddenly came the sound of a crumbling sound.

Qiao Ying opened the drawer of the grinder and poured out the ground coffee.

Comes out with the coffee beans.

There is also a crumpled black parchment scroll.

“This is?”

Nicole Robin frowned.

“Something your boss sent you to pick up.” Qiao Ying replied without raising his head.

Now.

Even the weather in Alabastan was not as fiery as Nicole Robin’s gaze, she took a deep breath and carefully unfolded the parchment scroll!

On it, it is printed with words of unknown meaning.

As the sole survivor of O’Hara, Robin immediately recognized this as the text of history.

He is the most mysterious intelligence trafficker in the history of the Great Route.

Even the text of history can’t bother him.

After a long time.

A drop of cold sweat fell on Nicole Robin’s forehead.

Because she could already be convinced that this parchment scroll was the text of history.

Such as fake package replacement.

And what is above.

It happens to be her boss, the sand crocodile Klockdar, who has been plotting for a long time to seize power in the Kingdom of Alabastan.

One of the three ancient weapons that are said to be able to destroy the world.

Hades!

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