[comprehensive] red tide

I agreed to the admiral's obviously embarrassed request.

After the party, lead him back to the room, hand over the biography of the adventure into his hands, and, when he repeatedly promised to return the original, only warn the other party not to remove the bookmarks sandwiched between the last few pages, lest I can't find the part I didn't watch.

As for whether he keeps his promise, it doesn't really matter to me. [Book of Improvisation] is originally a condensation of thought power, and in the end it will always be turned into a card and returned to me.

Maybe it's because of his short hand, okay~ I admit that there is also a reason for deliberately exposing the stone worn on the wrist for him to see.

That sea tower stone is one of the countless gadgets Mary collected. I borrowed it to defend against the world's various devil fruit abilities, and confuse everyone's ideas by the way.

Under the habit of thinking, the effect is excellent.

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The days that followed were exceptionally peaceful, in every sense of the word.

Take someone else's short hand, okay~ It's the lieutenant general who dispelled his suspicions and disappeared with his eyeliner. Only occasionally, I can see the lieutenant general on certain occasions.

As always, he seemed to be unsheathed with a sharp blade, and the aura around him was difficult to approach. He looked at me through the crowd, and the chill in his eyes was still unchanged for a thousand years. For some reason, the black shadows under his eyes were getting thicker day by day...

Maybe it's too hard to sing and sing every night?Irresponsible speculation was quickly forgotten by me, and it was probably irrelevant anyway.

Such a day when the well water does not interfere with the river water lasted until the Black Tulip sailed into the No. 70 regional port of the Chambords Islands; among the passengers who faintly exuded the aftermath of the disaster, I walked down the ship's ladder with my luggage, and I hadn't walked out for many days. When he was far away, he was stopped by the sailors who came up from behind.

I received a paper bag.

It contains the returned adventure biography, and a pass signed by the lieutenant general, holding it can enter the No. 69 to [-] navy and government/government controlled areas. The navy also specially explained that if necessary, you can rely on the pass. Apply for a ride on a government vessel bound for the New World.

This young soldier whose pockets were also emptied by me at the poker table seemed to have made an unwilling agreement before leaving that he would play another game if he had the chance.

I just smiled and watched the other party go away quietly, just now I lowered my eyes, restrained the peace I deliberately brought out, turned around, and quickly sneaked into the noisy crowd.

In the distance, on the high deck of the Black Tulip, the lieutenant general stood there silently, his eyes seemed to penetrate the space, the sky was so red and white in the setting sun, and his straight figure like a pine tree was very strange. Quickly blurred in light and shadow.

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All good intentions are lies. After today, only if each other is lucky will they not meet each other in battle.

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The Chambord Islands are a very magical place. Of course, most places in the world are very magical to me.

Known as the world's largest mangrove, the roots of the 'Yarqi Mangrove' emerge from the water to form islands, and 79 huge plants can actually build towns, (==).

Secretes special resin to form bubbles, which can be used as raw materials for various tools, facilities and even houses... (==).

I checked in at a hotel in the NO.70 area, and after paying enough tips, I found out about the unique local culture that was not recorded in the great route guide.

For example, an auction in a lawless zone.

For another example, the place where the gossip spreads the fastest is actually the area controlled by the government, not the bars in other areas where fish and dragons are mixed.

It took a few days to get a rough look at the amusement park and the sightseeing area, and then I used the pass to enter and exit the safe area and linger in it, especially like to stop at the library and coffee shop.

In these elegant places, you can hear all kinds of unimaginable inside stories. I think this is probably because there are serving officials here...

The civilian staff who serve the local government/government facilities can always leak something when they drink coffee in their spare time.

Who says men don't rap?The degree of their gossip can be called ferocious, and the trivial content can be traced back to the genealogy of the protagonist's descendants.

For example, last time I heard that the senior officers of the Navy Headquarters, some inhumane things...

For another example, today, I am sitting near the library in District 66, drinking coffee in the open-air garden in the middle of the street, next door, sitting at a table of young people in casual clothes, laughing and talking, revealing something very interesting.

They said that someone is interested in the abilities of the captain of the Poison Ivy Pirates, and the two parties have initially contacted.

They don't know where the channel came from, but they still know that the Poison Ivy Pirates, who have landed in the illegal area, are about to negotiate further with the liaison sent by the navy.

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Picking up the fine porcelain cup, I took a sip of the warm coffee, and I squinted my eyes, thinking quickly.

After a while, the laughter of the young people who spoke so clearly fell silent in vain, "Look—that's..." The low voice was full of fear and awe.

"Ah! How come..."

"Hey! He's coming!"

Then there was a rush, and when the crowd got up, they moved the tables and chairs against the floor tiles and made a dull sound.

When I glanced sideways, I saw them panicking, standing like corpses facing somewhere.

"Your Excellency, Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel!" A young man with a stiff back raised his hand to the tip of his brow, and gave a standard military salute with a very respectful attitude.

Slightly startled, I shifted my gaze away from them a few degrees, and met the gaze that just happened to be cast.

The visitor was silent for a moment, nodded slightly to the young man who greeted him, and then passed him by, with heavy footsteps stepping on the floor tiles, approaching, still wearing a lavender suit, but not as rigorous as when sailing, The tie was missing, and two or three buttons were unbuttoned, making her look a bit more relaxed.

He pulled away the vacant chair next to me, took off his coat slowly, put it on the back of the chair, and sat down.

"What a coincidence." The hands resting on the table changed their positions imperceptibly several times, and finally he laid them flat and turned his face sideways with peaceful eyes.

I smell a faint smell of metal and clove oil from his fingertips, knuckles and clipped nails, tucked into shirt sleeves with silver cuff buttons up from the wrist.

His eyes climbed along those smooth lines, and stopped on this man's not-so-handsome face, "You didn't bring any weapons today."

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Slightly startled, he waved his hands a little bit disinterestedly, "Forgive me—it's a rare vacation..." He said weakly, leaned back on the chair, frowned and muttered, "I'll be recognized wherever I go, There is no peace even with a glass of wine."

"Just like just now?" I raised my chin amusedly at the table of young people who were leaving on tiptoe, "Those young people who admire you?"

Tsk-tsk, he shook his head and said nothing, staring blankly at the void in front of him for a long while before he raised another topic seemingly casually.

"There is a ship going to the new world tomorrow, do you want to set off?"

"I haven't decided whether to go or not. The meaning of travel lies in the process rather than the purpose." After thinking about it, I couldn't hold back my curiosity, so I asked, "You seem to mind Mary's necklace, what happened to it?"

"It's just a rumor. Treasure maps or something, are there still few in this sea?"

"Leaving aside the new world, the first half of the seven routes alone are dotted with islands. For thousands of years, rumors that seem to be true and false are more frequent than tides."

I didn't say the last sentence, and I won't reveal it to anyone in the future. For me, except for the secret treasure left by Gold Roger, all the treasures in the world are worth mentioning.

From the moment I opened my mouth, his eyes changed rapidly, until I fell silent, his eyes still stared at me with incomprehensible meaning, but he never spoke. Behind him, a trace of surprise flashed across his eyebrows.

The cold breath came without warning, like a sharp knife slowly sliding along my back, piercing through the layers of fabric and tearing the flesh, a mixed feeling of tingling and trembling penetrated into the brain.

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The person beside him suddenly stood up, and said with a little surprise, "Mr. Polusalino."

"Yeah... that's weird..." An indescribable, yin-yang slow tone sounded very close, "You finally learned to find someone to regulate your body and mind when you are on vacation~"

I clearly saw that the man who was being said turned blue, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, "Your Excellency, General Huang Yuan!" His lowered voice was filled with indescribable sullenness, and his squinted eyes might be a little embarrassed.

Waiting for that line of sight to flicker and dodge, I slowly turned my head and looked at the guy who could stand behind me unknowingly, put one hand on the back of the chair and looked down from a high position.

Yellow and white striped suit, unusually tall and thin, black/curly hair, unshaven beard, looks like a man of some age, eyes behind brown lenses, clean and restrained.

After looking at me for a while, he turned his head and said casually, "Oh~ what a delicate face."

"I can let you check it~" I answered with a smile first, the ten boxes of biscuits in the 033 mantra card are still plenty, (=dish=).

"Hey!" The lieutenant general slapped his hands on the table violently, growling angrily, "Don't talk nonsense!"

The cups on the table shook twice, a little of the dark coffee splashed out, I raised my brows inexplicably, before I had time, what can I do for you?

"Oh~ let me tell you...so that's how it is..." Still in a deliberately drawn-out tone, this guy called 'Your Excellency the Yellow Ape' walked over to the side of the lieutenant general, and patted Pat him on the shoulder.

"It doesn't matter what you do during the vacation, it's just that it's not good to hurt your body too much..." After a pause for a moment, Fu continued, "I can't let the gang of pirates who are going to meet tomorrow think that the lieutenant general of our headquarters is a soft-legged shrimp. -"

Like the earnest and earnest warnings of the elders, what came out of his mouth were all puns that would make people spurt blood.

I was embarrassed again and again, taking advantage of the fact that the Lieutenant General, who was still deeply affected by the malicious teasing, watched his boss go away on his own, I glanced at him with a little sympathy.

"Oh~ That's right." The old guy who had already left suddenly stopped, turned around, and patted himself on the forehead, "It's the bar called Black Cat in District 21, did you see the poison ivy reward? No got the wrong person."

"The time is set at [-]:[-] tomorrow afternoon, you can continue dating." Finally, the man looked at me with a half-smile and said, "Have a good time." Before leaving, he said goodbye with a strange meaning.

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Quietly watching the back of the yellow-and-white striped suit disappear, I slowly turned my head and looked at the vice admiral who exuded a strong smell of fried hair beside me.

His face was blue and white, and he looked angry and a little gloomy.

Silence - silence - silence...

So long that I almost thought he had turned into a statue, he finally moved.

Holding his forehead with one hand, he let out a dull sigh first, then put his hand down, and then whispered to me, "Sorry, Mr. Polusalino..." He continued with difficulty in a choked tone , "pretty informal."

"Obviously." I nodded sympathetically.

"Ah... It's just that you don't mind, it's really rude." This person couldn't express his words for a long time, and then he was drunk and uncoordinated, and proposed to send me back.

At this time, the sun was in the middle of the sky, and the gorgeous sunlight poured down, unscrupulously splashing on the Lieutenant General, the outline embroidered with gold thread blurred his eyebrows and eyes, but the fingertips he handed over seemed to hide a deep meaning that I couldn't understand.

He said, 'I'm sorry, I copied that biography without your consent. This is the ticket for the two o'clock boat tomorrow afternoon, crossing the red land and then transfer to the ocean liner of the New World Line, probably in time for the Tahiti sunrise current . '

'The Eye of Amphitrite is the legendary navigation pointer leading to Wish Island. '

'Let's go~ I missed it, I have to wait for next year. '