Pirates: From the Expulsion of Marie Gioia

"Hahaha, although I am very excited, but since I have already entered the game, it is not easy to leave."

"Otherwise, I would be sorry for Captain Roger's trust in me."

"However, if you want to find a helper, I can recommend someone to you. He is not in the game."

Hearing what Shanks said, Dracula was very interested in the candidates he recommended.

Just as he was about to ask who it was, Shanks spoke first.

"It's my friend—Bucky, but his personality may be a bit weird."

Upon hearing the name, Dracula understood why he was not in the game.

Because Bucky's super luck is not covered.

Thinking of this, Dracula nodded slightly, and then said.

"Okay, I'll think about it if I see him."

Immediately afterwards, both of them remained silent, quietly watching the distant scenery.

The evening wind gently brushed in front of the two of them, slightly ruffling their broken hair.

After such an atmosphere lasted for a while, Shanks was the first to break it.

He looked at the crew members who had drunk too much, and smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth.

"Would you like to take advantage of this night to exchange ideas? Anyway, I have nothing to do."

Hearing his words, Dracula nodded slightly, and then said.

"Let's go to the grove on the other side."

"The environment there is very secluded and will not disturb others' rest."

After saying this, Dracula led the way ahead and walked deep into the jungle.

And Shanks followed behind him with easy steps.

Soon, they came to the other side of the island forest.

Looking at the environment in front of him, Shanks touched his head and said casually.

"It is indeed a good environment, then let's start."

"End early and rest early."

Then he directly released his domineering arrogance.

Suddenly, a terrifying power swept all around.

And because Dracula is the closest to him, the power he feels is even greater.

It didn't affect Dracula too badly, though.

Dracula also directly released his overbearing arrogance.

The two completely different domineering spirits collided quickly.

The will revealed by Shanks' domineering arrogance is freedom.

But the will revealed by Dracula's domineering look is dark and tyrannical.

When they collided, the sky split open.

Layers of gas storms wrapped around the two of them.

Shanks was not at all surprised when he saw that Dracula had withstood his arrogance.

After all, this was already expected.

Immediately afterwards, he said with a serious face: "Dracula, let's learn the way of swords."

"My sword is named Griffin."

"It followed me through my countless battles, so be careful next time."

Hearing his words, Dracula nodded slightly.

Then he said flatly: "I agree to this discussion, let's see who has the strongest sword in his hand."

"My sword skill only has one move, let's use this move to determine the outcome."

After saying this, Dracula slowly restrained his previous aura, but the whole person seemed a little flat.

But Shanks didn't dare to relax in the slightest.

Because he knows that Dracula's sword skill is to gather all his energy and spirit on the sword that has not been drawn yet.

He also silently adjusted his state, and then prepared his strongest sword skills.

Dracula slowly put his hand on the handle of the demon sword Muramasa on his waist.

Then he bowed his body slightly, and merged his three-color domineering energy into the demon sword.

With a shout, Dracula pulled out the demon knife in his hand.

"One-sword style, extreme speed, and sword-drawing"

Although the speed of this sword skill is very fast, it was still perceived by Shanks.

At the same moment when Dracula issued his sword skills, Shanks also swung his strongest sword.

"Profound Truth Zhan Kong"

Then the two attacks collided with each other, forcing them all to retreat.

And the remaining prestige of the attack directly shattered everything around them.

But the result of this competition came out.

I saw drops of blood dripping from Shanks' arm.

On the other hand, Dracula, except for some broken clothes, was not injured.

After the two got the desired result, they gave up attacking again.

They lay down together, looking at the moon in the sky.

Looking at it, Shanks couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"You are really strong. I didn't expect my swordsmanship to lose."

Hearing his words, the corners of Dracula's mouth curled up, and then he said flatly.

"Of course, please remember the weapon that defeats you—the demon sword Muramasa."

Shanks beside him nodded heavily, expressing that he remembered.

After that, the two of them lay here and fell into a deep sleep.

After all, in addition to the physical strength expended just now, plus the wine that I drank before, it has already begun to rise.

They didn't intend to go back, so they just lay here to rest.

Everyone had a very comfortable night.

Because they haven't been this relaxed in a long time.

But when they got up, they found that their respective captains were no longer here.

After discovering this situation, everyone didn't pay much attention and continued to do their own things.

Dracula and Shanks, who slept on the ground yesterday, were still sound asleep.

But soon, Dracula, who was sleeping, felt his body sink.

He opened his eyes and found that Shanks' feet had been placed on him.

Seeing this, Dracula's head was covered with black lines, and then he sat up directly from the ground.

As he got up, Shanks on the side also felt abnormal.

After that, he also got up hastily, ending this sleep.

Looking at Dracula in front of him, Shanks greeted sleepily.

"Well, good morning, Dracula."

Hearing this, Dracula nodded slightly, and then said.

"Let's go, it's time to go back."

"Or they should come out and look for us."

Then Dracula walked straight back.

Shanks, who was still breathing on the side, hurriedly followed behind, and said listlessly.

"Yesterday, you were really good. You are still tired after giving me the whole treatment."

"And I didn't expect that just our aftermath would create a mess there."

When Dracula heard what he said, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

He knew there was nothing wrong with what Shanks said, but he always felt something was weird.

Immediately, he stopped thinking about this question, and Dracula continued to lead the way ahead.

After a while, they returned to the place where they drank yesterday.

Looking at the crew members who were already up, Dracula didn't say much.

He just nodded his head as a greeting.