[comprehensive] red tide

"Yes, that's how it is—" the boy said in a bumpy voice, raised his hand and scratched his cheek, his wandering eyes were a little cramped, "It's the story that Sachs showed me..."

"Sorry, I seem to be too excited." I let out a long breath, forced myself to divert my attention, and cast my eyes on the hotel proprietress, who was busy with her hands with her head down halfway, as if she didn't pay attention to me at all. The gaffe just now, but...

The superficial calm doesn't mean anything, perhaps, she is well disguised?

"Can you let me read your book again?" The young man reached out and pressed the book, his cheeks flushed slightly.

"Okay~" I smiled and pushed out the adventure biography.

At this time, a voice came from the direction of the door behind me, someone was pushing the door to enter... "I'm sorry." Bibi behind, I discussed with the young man in a low voice, "However, can you tell them not to stare at me like this."

The originally noisy hall had already quieted down. The big men sitting there exuded strong hostility. They obviously realized that I was bullying this young man, so they planned to act/roughly.

I admit that I almost lost control of my anger, but what hasn't happened doesn't exist, doesn't it?I blinked my eyes sincerely, "Hey——"

"Ah... oh~" The young man seemed embarrassed, and suddenly turned around and shouted, "Continue to drink your wine! I..."

Halfway through his speech, he was suddenly interrupted by a louder scream, "Damn it! Harta, why are you here?!"

"I've grown up a long time ago!" The boy jumped up blushing.

Really... I can't see it... I secretly glanced sideways with black lines all over my head, and the young man who stood up next to me and reached the brow of my brow, the voice from before sounded again and quickly approached.

"It's too early for you to look like this, which bastard brought you here? Joz or Vista?" The final sound of the latter question mark was much lower than the previous one, obviously with gnashing of teeth anger.

Babbling like an old man... I sighed, carefully put the script back, and then turned around to look at the person who had driven the young man into a silent and murderous blow.

Blonde hair, with a weird airplane head on his forehead... Somewhat familiar, where have you seen it?I raised my eyebrows.

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The man chattered for a long time, his wandering eyes met mine inadvertently, and the cynical smile on his face froze. He looked at me deeply for a long time, and said softly in a hoarse voice, "Halta, leave her quickly."

Before the words were finished, the man stepped forward and pulled the boy to his side, and at the same time took him back a few steps; the eager and rude movement brought the chair and overturned it to the ground, and the sound made the already frozen atmosphere even more tense .

"Hello! Sach?" The boy staggered a few steps to stabilize his figure, looked at his companion and then at me, with a dazed expression on his face.

The man called Sach looked dignified, with one hand reaching for the weapon hanging on his waist, his tone was sharp in vain, "You stayed behind so you didn't see this woman, before the battle of Ed Ward, this woman was on Gold Roger's ship. "

The young Harta's eyes widened, "The crew of One Piece?" He looked at me suspiciously, with an erratic tone.

In such a situation, I couldn't tell whether the mood so defined was sadness or joy. From the corner of my eyes, I saw those people who had already relaxed instantly unsheathed their swords and loaded their firearms, quickly forming an attack formation, forming an encirclement in just a few breaths. Potential.

But it doesn’t matter, the point is, it’s not my style to fight in a daze, at least I have to figure out the ins and outs... I focused on the face of the man called Sage.

I looked him up and down for a while, and a flash of inspiration flashed in my mind. I suddenly picked out the impression about him from the corner of my memory, "White Beard."

"Where's the other pineapple head?" The so-called old friend was extremely jealous when they met, ah no, it was excitement; my eyes scanned the store for a long time, and then I retracted it in disappointment. I asked with some regret, "Is he dead? He really died young... "

"What nonsense!" The plane's head twitched, and the murderous intent in his eyes suddenly faded, as if he was discouraged, he let go of the handle of the knife and wiped his face heavily, "Why did you woman suddenly appear again?"

The person who was speaking stepped forward, lifted the overturned chair, straightened it, and sat down slowly, "You're still alive~"

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This kind of sloppy tone makes people really unable to tell whether it is feeling that they met an old friend in a foreign land, or regretting that the enemy did not die.

"Haven't you thought of admitting the wrong person?" I glanced at the person approaching me calmly and calmly, thought for a while, and handed over the basket containing the croissant as a sign of friendship.

The other party took it in surprise, bowed his head to pick and choose, and said casually, "You haven't changed at all, how could I admit my mistake."

Being vengeful to this point, it's really... I propped my chin with one hand, put the other on the counter and knocked on it, "Is this your territory?"

"Huh?" The man raised an eyebrow, tore off a piece of bread and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing while replying vaguely, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing..." But, I want to confirm.

My eyes shifted to the inside of the counter, the proprietress who brought the wine when the dispute subsided; if she is involved with Whitebeard, I can consider leaving some room for it. After all, I owed a little favor by stepping on other people's weapons back then.

"Are you here to find Lilith?" Sach looked a little absent-minded, but he went to disarm his accomplices first, and then approached the nearby Harta boy and replied in a low voice, "She has some friendship with Joz."

There are many explanations for this statement... I quickly figured out the easy way to solve it.

No one spoke for a while, until Lilith, the proprietress, put the wine in front of Saqi, and then her eyes moved to me.

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"You really came to look for me." Although the glamorous face was smiling Mimi, the woman's eyes were not smiling at all, "Although I recognize Captain Joz, there is nothing special about it."

"That would save a lot of trouble." I narrowed my eyes slightly, "Belomont Lilith? Where is Norn?" The hostility was released with the lowered voice.

The proprietress's expression suddenly stopped, "How do you know my surname? Wait... Belo Monte Norn..."

Still dare to play dumb?I raised my hand and clicked on the charcoal drawing on the wall behind her, deciding to let her die clearly, "The manuscript of Belomonte Beren was originally in the hands of Norn. Who is he? Father or grandfather?"

"Where is that heartbroken man who got another new love buried?" A casual sentence made Mary wait for 50 years in vain, but he married a wife and had children elsewhere.

"Eh?!" The proprietress opened her eyes wide in surprise, and then she relaxed, "I thought..." She raised her hand and patted Wave Magnum's chest, and she regained her lazy demeanor, "Belomonte Norn, it's me Grandfather's brother."

"Are you here to find Norn?" Pausing for a moment, raised his eyebrows, his face became strange, "It's been more than 40 years?"

"Ah~ Since you said it was a misunderstanding, then..." I tried my best to put on a peaceful expression, "There is a woman who has been waiting for him for 50 years, and now I want to take him back."

"But the norn are dead." She shrugged, looking helpless.

"Then dig it out." I replied frankly.

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"Pfft!" Sachi, who was eating silently beside him, made a choked sound.

Bread crumbs were sprayed everywhere, his whole face was turning blue and purple, and he couldn't stop coughing, especially after the Harta boy hit him hard on the back for first aid, he seemed to be about to roll his eyes.

Cursing the corners of my mouth in disgust, I picked up the towel placed by the counter and threw it at it, "Wipe it, it's so dirty."

He took it and wiped his face casually, then picked up the remaining half cup of milk in the tray and poured it into his mouth, with a look of life, and before the breath evened out, he moved at a speed that would break his neck, sideways Staring at me first, "Dig it out?"

"It's not what I thought it was?"

"The distance between the New World and the first half of the great channel is not so wide that even the common language is very different." Expressing my dissatisfaction cryptically, and discarding the other party's IQ by the way, I leaned back, "You poke It's my turn."

The haircut, like expired bread, almost touched my forehead when his flat face approached.

For a short moment, something strange seemed to slip through the depths of his eyes, which was close at hand, but in an instant he restrained it very well, and returned to a carefree attitude.

"Hairstyles are what men insist on."

Returning to the original position, Saqi smiled heartlessly at the proprietress, "Lilith, tell her what this guy wants." Picking up the wine bottle and putting it down again, he wiped his hair habitually, clicked his tongue, and immediately Leaning on the countertop, he jumped inside.

"I'm going to wash my face." After leaving a sentence, he walked to the entrance in the corner familiarly.

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I set my sights on Lilith.

Her expression was a little dazed, she stared at Saqi's back for a long time without speaking, and after a long silence, she seemed to come back to her senses, and said in a daze, "The one I gave Captain Saqi to wipe his face just now...is a rag..."

"What does that matter?" I raised my eyebrows.

"It's nothing." Lilith shook her head, and her slack gaze recondensed. After a while, she said lightly, "I'm sorry~ I can't provide you with the information you want to know."

"Belo Monte Norn, died in a shipwreck with my grandfather."

He lowered his head, took out another cigarette and held it in the corner of his mouth, lit it, and took a deep breath. In the rising smoke, the woman's beautiful face finally revealed a few hints of mockery.

"More than 50 years ago, two North Sea men followed their ancestors and entered the great waterway. After going through all kinds of hardships, they still found nothing. Later, they finally drifted to Tahiti."

"Grandmother is madly infatuated with one of the younger brothers, and she doesn't hesitate to use lies to trip him up; who knows that the other party believed it to be true, and set sail on a certain day according to the rumors, half a month later, the debris of the ship floated back to the shore."

"Leave the life card burned to ashes, and that painting..." Lilith compared the wall behind her, "Pirates are fools, and there are people who believe in baseless rumors."

"Are you referring to the legend of Wish Island near Tahiti?" It was the Harta boy who folded his arms and made a deep gesture by the side who interrupted suddenly.

Seeing me looking at him, the Harta boy jumped onto the vacant chair of Saqi, smiling like a child, "Take the ocean current leading to Wish Island at sunrise, and those who arrive can get a huge treasure... It seems like so."

"The correct way to say it is..." Lilith added softly.

"Golden gravel beaches, trees full of gemstones, streams flowing with fine wine; if wealth is not enough, there is a three-faced and six-eyed slander living deep in the palace, go find it~ you will get what you want."

"However, no one has found it for thousands of years."

"It is said that the gods know everything. My grandfather and Belomonte Nuoen went to ask for the answer."

"It's really stupid, isn't it?" The depressed voice sounded like she was talking to herself, and the sarcasm in the corners of her eyes always kept on, making her gloomy and gloomy.

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After a long silence, Lilith turned back and walked to the wall where the painting was hung, and took the charcoal drawing out of the frame, "I can't help you, I'm really sorry, please take it back as Belomonte Norn .”

I took the picture scroll handed to me, unfolded it, and looked at it carefully. I whispered the words scrawled on the back of the paper, "[The only ocean is your tearful eyes under the moonlight], Belo Monte Norn."

After a long while, I sighed and put it away.