One Piece: Turning Fruit

Chapter 233 With Robin

At the same time, on the way to Alabasta, a giant beast in the desert was rushing towards the palace, bringing thick smoke billowing behind him.

The people in this line are naturally not members of the Straw Hat Pirates.

It was Alan and the sand crocodile who hadn't appeared for a long time. The giant sitting down was a huge crocodile.

It is also a bit emotional to say.

The entire kingdom of Alabasta is obviously located in the desert, but among the behemoths that have appeared, many animals are related to water sources.

Frogs, crabs, and the crocodile that Allen is sitting on now.

Silently exhaling a smoke ring, looking at the man sitting at the front of the crocodile's back, Allen touched the rough and hard armor under his buttocks.

I felt a little emotional in my heart, "I really don't know where the sand crocodile found these magical animals."

"It's a pity that such a terrifying monster is only used as a means of transportation."

Hard armor, the speed of movement is not slow, the volume is still large, the load-bearing capacity is strong, and it can be tamed.

If such an animal is equipped with a few cannons, it will be a mobile war fortress.

Allen could even imagine in his mind how this giant crocodile would behave if it really appeared on the battlefield.

But of course, Allen would not say anything about this kind of thing to show anything to the sand crocodile.

The performance that should have been performed was over when it was inside the fence.

Now Allen is just seeking stability, neither conspicuous nor so inconspicuous.

It is useful, but it can't be used too much.

That's just waiting to think about it casually.

Allen shook his head, dispelling the messy thoughts in his mind.

He turned his head and began to think about whether he should create a suitable timing by himself.

After all, in this kind of thing, even if nothing is gained in the end, and an opportunity cannot be created, then there is no loss.

Anyway, there is nothing left and right now, and using your brain can relieve boredom.

To offset the paralysis without alcohol, the brain once again restores normal perception.

Allen once again noticed the unbearable pain on his body.

Allen was a little annoyed.
Taking the last puff of tobacco in his hand, Allen lost focus and looked at the sand rushing past in front of him, and flicked the cigarette out.

In the desert, all the scenery is immutable.

In this extremely quiet picture, a moving target suddenly appeared, which would involuntarily attract the eyes of lonely people.

Time seemed to slow down.

Looking at the cigarette butts that slowly popped forward in front of my eyes, and then blown back along with the wind.

Allen couldn't help following the movement of the cigarette butt.

A beautiful figure broke into Allen's sight.

Allen's eyes that had lost focus regained his thoughts at this moment.

The orchid is beautiful, the chrysanthemum is beautiful, and the beautiful woman can’t be forgotten.

Looking at Robin who was flipping through the books, Alan suddenly broke into such a poem that he didn't know where he saw it.

Alan doesn't know if the artistic conception is right, and Alan doesn't know if it's right for this place.

He just looked at Robin, and then such a sentence popped out in his mind.

But it should be so.

Activated the ability to form a chair for himself, Robin held the book in his "hand", flipping through it quietly and intently.

Dignified, quiet, elegant, tranquil.

It is as bright as the sun rising from the morning glow, and as bright as a flower coming out of Lubo.

The sense of alienation that was invisible on weekdays was quietly gone at this moment.

Allen saw it in his eyes, remembered it in his mind, but lost it in his heart.

His sight lost focus again.

Perhaps Allen's eyes were too warm.

Robin put down the book he was savoring in his "hand", turned his head and met Alan's gaze.

He chuckled twice, "What's the matter? Team [-], what's the matter?"

Robin, who has been on the dark side of the world for many years, has naturally heard of Allen's information.

At this time, the sand crocodile didn't give Alan a code name.

It's not Robin's style to call him by his first name.

So just like the sand crocodile, Allen was called the second team.

In fact, this name is extremely contradictory and even disgusting in Allen's heart.

But he is not a child, and he loses his temper when he is called.

Hearing Robin's intellectual voice, Allen's pupils, which had lost focus, returned to normal again.

There was a little bit of flattery in his eyes, and Allen looked straight into the eyes of the person opposite him without moving away.

Lighted a cigarette again, "Nothing, just wondering what you are looking at?".

"Grize's "Crafting at Sea"" completely closed the book in his hand, Robin rubbed the quaint writing with his slender hands, and the familiar distant smile appeared on his face again.

"Oh? Is that the story of the idiot who got into trouble everywhere at sea, but finally lived to die of old age in an unreasonable way?" Looking at the smile on Robin's face, if it was the usual Allen, he wouldn't be entangled at this moment. up.

But Alan today doesn't know what's wrong.

so. no wink
"Calling a great adventurer a fool, you really are an old pirate." Robin straightened up from the "chair", with the same smile on his face, looking at Allen and said slowly .

old pirate.
This is not a good compliment.

In this sea, anyone with a little bit of ability has a broad and exclusive title of their own.

Supernova, Qiwuhai, those with a bounty of over [-] million, those with a reward of [-] million, and big pirates.

And the old pirate is for those who have lived long enough although they have no skills.

Alan obviously has a better broad-spectrum exclusive title, but Robin used such an adjective
Allen raised his eyebrows, looking at the smile on Robin's face in front of him without showing any affection, "Everyone, if you really understand that book, you will understand that this is just a book. An idiot, a foolish story made up for the fantasists of the world, it's hard to imagine that people like you don't see it?".

Allen is also good enough.

This short sentence not only placed Robin in the position of a fantasist, but also questioned whether Robin, a knowledgeable archaeologist, did not understand this book.

And faintly revealed Robin's past experience.

Too
And Robin's reaction was not unexpected.

After Allen said this, the expression on Robin's face suddenly cooled down.

Congratulations to Alan Xiti Robin's favorability score is minus one hundred.

But then Robin's expression returned to the original again, "Hehe, you are really an interesting person in the second team."

"Why, have you read this book too?"

(End of this chapter)