One Piece: Roar of Justice

"very successful."

The funeral ended soon, but the civilians below could not be calm for a long time. What William said today undoubtedly caused an uproar in their lives. The nobles in the square had already left, but the commoners remained. There was a lot of discussion in the square.

After the funeral, Lafitte found William and said.

If Lafitte’s words were placed on other occasions, there might be nothing wrong with them, but this is the funeral of Astord, and Lafitte’s congratulatory words fell into William’s ears, but they seemed to be mocking words.

I saw William glared at Lafitte fiercely, without the slightest gratifying smile before, and said.

"Astrod is not our tool."

After speaking, William turned and left.

Seeing William leaving, Lafitte shrugged helplessly and didn't say anything.

And Zebra also saw this scene, walked over, patted Lafitte on the shoulder, and said.

"Don't worry, after Astrod's death, William's state has been a little bit wrong."

Lafitte smiled apologetically and said.

"It's okay, I said something wrong, Mr. Astrod is indeed not our tool."

Zebra nodded and said.

"Well, William is right, I'll catch up and have a look."

"Ah."

After speaking, Zebra chased after him.

"William!"

Seeing William's back from a distance, Zebra called out, but William didn't turn his head. Zebra shook his head and followed immediately.

"William! What's the matter with you?"

Zebra grabbed William's arm and said.

But William shook off Zebra's hand without looking back, and said.

"What did that fellow Lafitte say! What does it mean to be very successful! Astrod is dead! He is not our tool, he is our friend! I don't want anyone to make a fuss about his death! "

"I know, I know, calm down, William."

"How can you tell me to be calm! Astrod is dead! He is dead! You still want me to be calm!? I can't be so ruthless like you!"

William yelled at Zebra loudly, and Zebra's face turned cold when he heard William's words, and said.

"I know that the death of Astrod makes you very sad, but what we are doing today is not to make a fuss about Astrod's death, we are carrying forward his behest, opening a school, tearing down the city wall, etc. It was told to us by Astrod while he was still alive, and I have never forgotten it."

".Sorry, Zebra."

Hearing Zebra's words, William shook his head vigorously, forced himself to calm down, and said.

And Zebra was not angry with William because of this incident, but reached out and patted William on the shoulder and said.

"It's okay, I know, you're in a bad mood right now."

".What do you want me to do?"

William asked.

Only then did Zebra remember the business of looking for William this time, and said to William.

"The school has just been established. We need a large number of students, that is, the future force. The few people in the civilian area alone are not enough. You can see it in the square. After you said those words, the faces of those nobles are not. It's nice, and I don't think they're very willing to let their children study with civilian children."

Hearing Zebula's words, William nodded with a heavy expression, and he was very clear about what Zebra said.

"Then what are you going to do?"

William asked.

"Remember that little island called Avignon?"

Zebra asked.

"Where did Alexander III stay?"

"Ah."

Zebra nodded and continued.

"Avignon has always been a subsidiary island of the Kingdom of Balegon. The sinners and slaves exiled from this country will go to Avignon. The slaves there are very suitable to be our source of life."

"I see, when are we leaving?"

What Zebra said was indeed feasible, and William nodded in agreement and asked about the time.

"Afternoon, I'll go with you."

"Well, I see, I will find you in the afternoon."

The Kingdom of Balegon was put under house arrest by Alexander III, and after Kakulista was granted the title, it gradually got on the right track under the leadership of William. At that time, Avignon, an island not far from the Kingdom of Balegon, was gloomy.

After the former Pope Alexander III came here, he did not feel any comfort to the citizens here. On the contrary, their workload became even greater. At this time, the slaves living in Avignon were building his palace for Alexander III. The palace here in Avignon.

Avignon is a very barren island. It is no exaggeration to say that the island does not shit. It is in stark contrast to the not-too-distant Balegon Kingdom. There are no minerals and no output. Lack of food and clothing is the normal state of the local people. It is already late autumn and the weather is getting colder. In a few days, after entering winter, the life of the slaves living in Avignon will become even more difficult.

The local officials wore thick leather coats, and kept dropping the whips on the slow-moving slaves due to hunger and cold. Compared with those officials, the slaves who had to do heavy manual labor every day only wore clothes that were barely able to stand up. The single clothes used to cover up the shame, this kind of thin clothes can't withstand the beatings of the officials at all, and often the result of a whip is torn.

Among these miserable slaves, a dark-skinned little boy was pushing a boulder along with other people of the same age. Because of the cold, the little boy put his frozen hands to his mouth and blew hot air halfway. He once thought that the supervisor on the side would hit him with a whip on the back.

It is always unfair between people. In the Kingdom of Balegon, a child of his age is just the age to act like a baby in the arms of his parents, but here, he has already started heavy work.

The little boy's body looked quite strong, although he shrank from being pumped, he still turned his head and glared at the supervisor.

Seeing this, a few friends around him hurriedly avoided, and as expected, the supervisor saw the little boy dare to stare at him, grinned grinningly, waved the whip in his hand again, and beat the little boy repeatedly.

Witnessing this scene, a scream suddenly came from a slave team in the distance. A woman with the same dark skin left the team and ran over in a hurry, holding the little boy in her arms. At this time, the thin body seemed to contain enormous strength. While enduring the whipping of the whip, he hugged the struggling child tightly in his arms, and firmly protected him in his arms.

For the overseer who was waving his whip excitedly, he whipped the little boy just to vent, or to vent the resentment he had accumulated in this damn place, or to vent the anger caused by the little boy staring at him , he just waved the leather whip in his hand blindly, and he didn't care who the leather whip in his hand fell on.

The woman endured the severe pain from her back, her lips turned white, but she still hugged the little boy tightly with her arms. The slaves around watched blankly, and at the urging of other supervisors, Continue to work hard.

Finally, the overseer who had been waving the whip whipped him a few more times, seemed tired, and put down the whip in his hand panting, but the woman still did not let go of the little boy. He looked down at the boy's face. Looking at the eyes that were already swollen from crying, he said pleadingly.

"Brom, be good, be obedient."

"Mother."

The little boy named Brome finally stopped struggling.

At night, Avignon, an island affiliated to the Kingdom of Balegon.

Because of the poverty of Avignon, the living environment here is also very poor. It is already late autumn and winter is about to enter. The wind at night is like steel knives. The stinging pain of the knife edge, but the environment where the slaves lived did not have any heating facilities, only a thin layer of poor wood, shaking in the night phoenix attack, making a sound of moaning, and the slaves lived Here, warehouse-like residences are neatly and densely arranged together, as if carved out of a mold. Naturally, this kind of building is not comfortable to live in, let alone warm in winter.

The warehouse-like residence is very empty, without compartments, and many slaves are crowded together without any privacy. They have almost no extra furniture except a bed. This may be the only thing they have in winter. Even so, in winter, many slaves get sick or freeze to death every year.

There is no lighting in the residence, it is very dim, and things can only be seen clearly through the afterglow of the moonlight outside the window.

The little boy Brom was sitting on a low stool beside the bed, while his mother lay on the bed weakly and fell asleep.

The clothes on his mother's back and the thin poor quilt were already stained red with blood, and because of the extremely low temperature at night, the dirty clothes and quilt were stuck together by blood and the wound on her back.

This place, these slaves, have no doctors, no medicine, they can't even try to boil some hot water.

Brome's mother's injury was actually not as serious as it seemed. As long as it could be treated in time, it would be impossible for her to be life-threatening. However, when she was reduced to this place, everyone was at a loss. He was directly beaten to death by the supervisor, and what happened to him at this time was an indescribable torment, because now she was tantamount to waiting to die.

Even Brom, who was only ten years old, knew this point ignorantly.

Coughing and groaning sounded from time to time kept Brom, who was preoccupied, half asleep. His little head drooped, and suddenly a soft call woke him up.

"Bloom?"

Hearing this familiar voice, Brom looked up. His mother had woken up at some point, looking at him softly with her face turned sideways.

"Mom, you're awake!"

Brom's eyes were swollen like walnuts, and he didn't know how long he had been crying. When he saw his mother woke up, he hurriedly looked at the cotton cloth on her back, but the blood-soaked cotton cloth had already stuck to the open flesh wound. At the same time, how does a child who is only ten years old know how to deal with it?
Brom's mother looked at her son at a loss and said in a low voice.

"Brom, come here."

Brom came to his mother's arms obediently, followed his mother's outstretched arms, and shrank into her arms. In many cold winters, he spent hard nights in his mother's warm embrace.

"Mother."

In his mother's arms, Brom raised his head, looked at his mother's chin, and called out.

"Ok?"

The mother lowered her head and looked at Brom, her eyes were full of benevolence.

"I was wrong."

Brom's eyes widened, but the sockets of his eyes became moist instantly, and said.

"They said you would die, why don't you die?"

Brome's mother heard Brome's words, stroked his slightly curly hair strenuously, and said.

"As long as Brom is alive, mom won't die, because mom will always live in your heart, so, Brom, you remember to be obedient in the future, and you have to live well for mom."

But when he heard his mother's words, Brom shook his head frantically and said.

"No! I don't want you to live in my heart, I want you to be by my side!"

"Silly boy."

Brome's mother kissed her son's forehead and said in an almost unrecognizable voice.

"How can I be with you forever?"