Pirate Bloody Hand Mary

"call!"

Just as Mary slowly woke up, the carpenters and doctors had already walked down the woodpile.

When all the people retreated to a distance, the young man threw the torch in his hand on the pile of firewood.

"Burn, burn!"

The young people held hands and raised their hands in the air, shouting wildly: "Let the flames burn away your sinful blood!"

"call!"

As a strong wind blew by, the fire suddenly became stronger, and the tongue of flame at the top began to lick the soles of Mary's feet.

Mary, who was nailed to the cross with five nails, offered no resistance. She seemed to have lost all her strength and could not even utter a scream.

"Excuse me, what are you doing here?"

At this time, the well-dressed swordsman in black had already reached the edge of the crowded crowd. He crossed his arms and stared sharply at the blazing fire in the distance.

He asked politely to a few old people on the edge of the crowd.

"Oh, are you the one who just came ashore?"

A few old men were very interested.

"Haha, you may not know that there is a Celestial Dragon there, a Celestial Dragon who was abandoned by Mary Joa."

"We are executing her now!"

The spread of rumors was astonishingly fast. As word of mouth spread among people, Mary's identity had changed from "A Celestial Dragon who ran away from home with no one following her" to "A Celestial Dragon who was expelled from Mariejoia".

Hearing this, the swordsman opened his eyes slightly.

He spoke slowly and then asked:

"So...did she commit a crime?"

"Did you do anything bad?"

"Huh? Why do you care about this?"

An old man replied in surprise: "Sir, looking at your appearance, you should know the virtues of Tianlong people."

"What reason do we need to judge her? Her existence is a sin. What's more, this is a Celestial Dragon who was kicked out of Mariejoia. I'm afraid even the Celestial Dragons will despise her, and the world government won't take care of her even if we kill her. "

"I see……"

The black-clothed swordsman stopped talking and looked across the thousand-meter distance, looking at Mary through the flames.

Ren Wenyue didn't notice the swordsman in black at first, but he saw Mary raising her head slightly for some reason.

"..."

The flames scorched.

The orange flames dimmed the sky of the town, and the gray smoke slowly flew away, reaching a certain height and settling again. It rose and fell, as if the claws of a ghost were wrapped around Mary's head.

There was no sadness or resentment in Mary's expression, as if she had never had such emotions.

Although she was crying, her eyes were as pure and empty as gemstones. Under the reddish circles, there was a gaze overlooking all living beings.

Just like...Jesus who suffered for the world.

Not sad or happy, not angry or sad, just calm, so calm that it's shocking.

"……this……"

Ren Wenyue was shocked.

He found that his previous summary of Mary was a bit too simplistic.

[Innocent], [Kindness], [Childish]... none of these words seems to be able to perfectly summarize Mary. They can all be used to describe her, but none of them goes deep into her essence.

Ren Wenyue, who has been single all her life, can't see anything unusual about Saiint's education methods. But the Mary in front of her was completely different from ordinary children. Ren Wenyue couldn't explain this difference.

Outside the flames, people watched the flames gradually burn onto the few remaining clothes on Mary's body, watched the flames ignite on the broken threads, and waved their arms excitedly.

The group of young people closest to them were holding torches in their hands and singing and dancing. There was no mercy or sympathy in their eyes. Ren Wenyue could only feel the bloodthirsty desire that could swallow everything.

"The person I...want to protect..."

After entering the memory world, Ren Wenyue received such a huge impact for the first time.

The ugly side of human nature was fully revealed in front of him, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

However, while he was still in a daze, just when the flames were about to completely engulf Mary's body——

"boom!

! "

A gust of wind swept across from the distant port direction, and all the buildings along the street were flattened in its path. The crowd was blown into the air, and screams resounded everywhere.

Before the panicked crowd could gather again, several violent sword winds swept across the square. These sword winds had no intention of holding back at all. Compared with the sword energy at the beginning, which was still strong but soft, it would blow people away but not hurt them. The next few sword energy sliced ​​the crowd into pieces. Flesh and blood flew everywhere.

The screams were endless, and under the rain of blood, the raging fire that was burning around Mary was extinguished in an instant.

Many people who were hiding in distant houses watching the execution were so frightened by this scene that they closed their doors. Some people wanted to scream, but when they saw the falcon-like eyes of the swordsman approaching slowly, they closed their mouths involuntarily.

A pool of blood quickly formed in the square, and Ren Wenyue watched this scene with extremely complicated emotions.

Originally, he should have been angry about it. In his opinion, hurting people was the first unforgivable evil, but now looking at this scene, Ren Wenyue couldn't get angry no matter what. Instead, she felt vaguely unbearable relief.

This sense of contradiction makes him extremely entangled. He is now thinking-

How should a persecuted person who becomes a perpetrator be treated? Is it worth protecting them unconditionally?

This question is obviously not something that can be answered anytime soon.

Ren Wenyue knew very well, so he did not indulge in this kind of philosophical thinking too much, but turned his head and looked into the distance.

The place where the sword energy came from.

"Tap, step, step..."

A swordsman in black put his black sword, which was as tall as a man, back into the scabbard on his back. His eyes stared intently at Mary, who was bathed in blood and covered in red.

"What a compassionate look, what a pure look."

"What an...unsightly scene."

"Who are you……"

Ren Wenyue looked at the visitor and his eyes narrowed.

Although he doesn’t have Future’s beard, nor does he have Future’s chic yet elegant dressing style, his iconic eyes are unmistakable.

"Suffering such suffering without saying a word and bearing it calmly, little girl, your will deserves recognition."

"My name is Joracol Mihawk. What is your name?"

As he spoke, Mihawk approached Mary.

The future world's greatest swordsman showed no sign of the reserve of a strong man. Instead, he ignored the blood stains that might have stained his clothes and strode to the cross.

Step by step, he crushed the firewood and pulled out the five huge nails that had nailed Mary to death at a speed that was too fast to be seen. Hold Mary in your arms as she collapses.

"Such an injury..."

Mihawk couldn't help but frown when he looked at the shocking scars on Mary's body.

And he also noticed the right hand that had not been harmed much because it had been curled up tightly.

Mihawk subconsciously reached out to touch it, but Mary, who had never reacted before, suddenly struggled violently, trying to withdraw her right hand.

Seeing this, Mihawk immediately retracted his hand.

Obviously, the thing held in that hand was very important to Mary, but Mihawk didn't care what it was.

"...I am...Livingston Vinicius Palace..."

Until now, Mary still did not change her words. Instead, after taking a breath, she stood on the ground from Mihawk's arms.

Slowly dragging his seriously injured body to a place.

"Livingston Vinicius Palace. Are you a Celestial Dragon of the Livingston family?"

Mihawk looked at Mary's back and stood up, crossing his arms.

He didn't know what to do at this time. He was a loner himself and didn't understand medical skills. Most of the experienced doctors might have been killed or injured in his first few waves of sword energy.

Besides, even if it was intact, those doctors probably wouldn't treat Mary.

Under his slightly surprised gaze, Mary fumbled for the medical equipment that the doctors had brought before.

With one intact hand, Mary began to use the medical machines to bandage her wounds and fix the broken parts with difficulty.

When she let go of her hand, Mihawk also saw the object that Mary had been holding in her hand.

A pewter cross.

Mihawk didn't know what that cross meant to Mary. He just walked forward, looked at Mary and said:

"At your age, you actually know how to heal."

“My mom and some uncles taught me.”

Mary coughed lightly and kept wiping the alcohol on her wounds.

Ren Wenyue also nodded. Saiint did teach Mary a lot of first aid knowledge.

In comparison, Saiint himself used to be a lone ranger on the sea. He was not very strong, and injuries were inevitable. Over time, he learned a lot of practical skills.

But this was Mary's first time practicing it herself, and surprisingly, she did very well.

"Mr. Mihawk..."

While Mary was weakly and slowly dealing with her injuries, she asked:

"Why did you take action?"

"...Probably because of a moment of anger."

Mihawk said calmly: "The whole town poured their evil thoughts into a little girl. I can't tolerate such a thing in my eyes."

"in addition……"

"I have some connection with the Celestial Dragons."

After saying this, Mihawk took off his top hat and stood beside Mary in a half-crouched position.

Mary turned to look at Mihawk, looked at Mihawk with a pair of reddish eyes, and said:

"It is indeed a sharp eye..."

"Your eyes are as clear as gems."

Mihawk replied.

Mary didn't respond to this, instead concentrating on dealing with her injuries.

The two of them remained silent. After a while, Mary finally took care of her injuries.

Seeing Mary put away the tools, Mihawk was about to say something, but the next moment Mary picked up the medicine box and stood up, dragging her half-broken body in the other direction.

Mihawk's eyes followed, and Mary walked to a ruins and used her only remaining hand to pull away the ruins.

A few seconds later, a comatose man appeared in the ruins with a bloody head.

The next moment, under the surprised eyes of Ren Wenyue and Mihawk, Mary lay half on the ground, allowing the pain inside her body to ease slightly, and then began to treat this person without thinking.

"...Vinisius Palace." Mihawk looked solemn at this time, "Why did you save him?"

"Because he was injured and might be dying."

Mary responded immediately.

"No...this is not the question I asked, and this...is not a reason."

Mihawk shook his head.

"This person just watched the whole process of their violence against you. He is also one of the culprits responsible for your current injuries."

"What are you... doing? Repaying evil with kindness?"

"...What does it mean to repay evil with kindness?"

Mary stopped what she was doing, slowly turned her head, and looked at Mihawk curiously.

Mihawk was choked by the question for a moment, and he didn't know how to answer the question.

And Mary went on to say:

"This is just what I should do..."

"Why?"

Ren Wenyue frowned in confusion, and Mihawk also asked this question simultaneously.

"because……"

Mary recalled her previous conversation with Jinbe. profound

"This is [retribution]."

"...?"

Looking at Mihawk's frozen and deep eyes, Mary explained:

"Good things will happen to good people, bad things will happen to bad people..."

"For me to be treated like this, it must be because I have done some unjustifiable bad thing before..."

"And Mr. Mihawk was shocked that they treated me like this."

"And I was saved by Mr. Mihawk because I am a good person, right?"

"...No, this..."

After this set of theories, Mihawk actually didn't know how to answer.

With his rich life experience, he couldn't even say the word "wrong" to the girl.

And Mary smiled for the first time and said, "Sure enough, what mother and Mr. Jinbei said are right."

"Destiny does exist..."

"That's not the problem!"

Mihawk finally found the logical problem with Mary's answer and immediately interrupted:

"Maybe what happened to you is a trick of retribution, but what does what you are doing now have to do with retribution?"

"Of course it's relevant..."

Mary took out the cross sandwiched between her legs, looked at the cross and smiled:

"Since everything is retribution... shouldn't everyone do their own thing?"

"How they do it and what they do is their choice. Does it have anything to do with what I want to do and how I do it?"

"My mother taught me a long time ago that I need to give a helping hand to all disasters."

"Mr. Mihawk, do you want to..."

Mary slowly pressed the cross to her chest, showing an expression of enlightenment that was completely inconsistent with her age.

"Whether it is happiness or misery, the sky will still light up. Whether my experience is good or bad, it will eventually end, and after it is over, everything before it will be the same."

"If what I hoped for, what happened to me, and everything I did, I finally met someone who was willing to rescue me in danger."

"Mr. Yinwan...Mr. Jinbei...you..."

"Then, I don't think there is anything that needs to be revised in my approach."