Pirates: Admiral Silver Falcon is also very irritable today

"Oh? The young man is quite skilled?"

"No wonder you dare to come to my door directly?"

Skba Jabba praised Michael, and then turned his eyes to Garp who did not take action.

"Long time no see, Garp."

"Your navy landed on Batlila Island with such fanfare, is it to capture Luju?"

Garp did not explain, but smiled and said to Jabba:

"If I say yes, what are you going to do?"

"You alone can't stop me, Jabba."

Jabba did not answer, but he knew it was the truth.

He fought side by side with Garp in the battle of God Valley.

That kind of pure power and terrifying domineering will be unforgettable in this life.

"What about me?"

At this time, a lazy voice floated out of the manor.

Garp was not surprised at all that this person was here.

"Pluto" Rayleigh.

"I knew that you would come to protect Luju before the Roger Pirates disappeared."

Garp nodded and walked directly into the manor without any precautions.

Rayleigh did not take action, but walked side by side with Garp.

But his eyes were still full of defense.

Michael's mouth twitched.

What are these old men talking about?

Can't old man Garp just say that he came with Roger's last wish?

And...

Michael grasped the supreme sword "Ace" hanging on his waist.

He also had a suicide note from the soul that he had not delivered.

So he slightly retracted his wings and shamelessly squeezed past Scrubba Jabba.

With a "swish", a huge axe was across him.

"What are you going to do?"

"Nonsense, I came all the way with the old man inside, what do you think I do? I said I'm a milkman, do you believe me?"

Michael rolled his eyes, pushed the axe away, and walked in.

But he didn't take two steps, and the sound of the axe breaking through the air came from behind him again.

Michael's anger was a little bit unbearable.

"Your uncle Jabba! Is it over yet!"

He pulled out Ace from his waist without hesitation.

In a short moment, he completed the domineering entanglement.

But Michael is a person who pursues aesthetics.

The pure black is really ugly, and the domineering on the blade actually forms a layered pattern according to the blade and the knife pattern.

And the pure white holy flame is also entangled on the blade.

The extreme contrasting colors bring a visual spectacle.

But compared to the visual, the power should not be underestimated.

This knife, like Jabba's axe, had no fancy techniques, it was purely a collision of force and force.

After a moment of stalemate, Michael was thrown several meters away by this blow.

And Jabba also took several steps back.

Michael cried out in his heart that he was abnormal.

Even though his body after traveling through time and space was different from ordinary people in terms of strength, speed, physical strength and domineering cultivation, it improved rapidly.

But the time was still a little short.

But Jabba was much more shocked than Michael.

After a long silence, Jabba not only did not continue to attack, but asked:

"Boy, what's your name?"

"Michael, you are young and beautiful at the age of 18."

"Eighteen years old... It seems that Roger entrusted 'Ace' to you..."

Jabba seemed to sigh.

And the "Ace" he mentioned felt like he was talking about both the knife and the child.

"It seems that Roger has already planned to let Garp help him take care of the child?"

"Hahaha, letting a navy hero take care of the child is at least much better than us old pirates who are about to withdraw from the sea, right?"

"You are quite self-aware."

Michael spit out a calm complaint, then turned and walked towards the white house in the manor.

This time, Jabba did not stop him.

Pushing the door open, Michael saw Rayleigh and Garp standing outside the bedroom door.

"Oh? Is the fight over?" Garp blinked in surprise, "I thought you were going to be beaten up."

"Old man Garp, can't you expect me to be good?"

Michael's mouth twitched, but he was too lazy to argue with this old naughty boy.

Instead, he walked to the door and knocked gently.

Rayleigh frowned slightly, and just as he was about to say something, Michael spoke up:

"Portgas D. Luju, I am Lieutenant Colonel Michael of the Navy Headquarters."

"I have a letter from Roger that I need to hand over to you personally."

The silence in the bedroom lasted for a while before it was broken.

"Mr. Rayleigh, please let him in."

Rayleigh sighed and gently opened the door.

Michael didn't say much at this time, but nodded to Rayleigh solemnly..

Garp was surprised.

Michael's handsome appearance, coupled with his solemn expression and the wings behind him, really looked like an angel descending to the earth.

Walking into the spacious bedroom, Michael saw the woman leaning against the bedside at a glance.

Even though her belly was bulging, her figure was still thin.

The news of Roger's death was nothing more than the most poisonous poison to this woman.

Michael could not see any will to live in her eyes.

If it weren't for Ace in her belly, she would probably still die.

"Mr. Michael, you said, you have a letter to give me?"

"Yes, but it's not a letter written on paper."

Michael nodded, and then pulled out "Ace".

Rayleigh's body tensed up, and just as he was about to take action, he saw Michael holding Ace in both hands and handing it to Lu Jiu.

"The letter is here."

"Touch 'Ace', and you will get Roger's last words."

Lu Jiu stared at Michael's gem-like blue eyes, and finally slowly stretched out her hand to "Ace"...

The moment she touched, she slowly fell asleep.

Michael stretched out his hand, and the soft holy light began to flow into Lu Jiu's body along Ace.

He began to try to restore this body to health.

...

Portgas D. Lu Jiu opened her eyes again, and now she was standing on the cliff of Batlila Island.

Here...

It was the place where she and Roger first met and fell in love.

"Lu Jiu, long time no see."

"You should be dead, Roger." Lu Jiu felt an unprecedented calmness, slowly turned around, and saw the destined man again.

"Now that we meet, it means that Michael kept his promise and brought the letter to you."

After Roger finished speaking, he gently hugged Lu Jiu into his arms.

Soft, weightless...

No sense of reality.

It was just a dream.

"The baby will be born soon."

But even so, Lu Jiu still rubbed and rubbed in this unreal embrace.

It seemed that by doing so, she could draw non-existent warmth from the void.

"I really don't know what kind of person he will become?"

"This is a problem that Garp has to consider."

Roger laughed freely, but regret was everywhere.

"... I'm never afraid of death, but I feel sorry for not being able to accompany my son to grow up."

"Are we two the most irresponsible parents?"