Pirate's reading will become stronger

Sure enough, even the way of swordsmanship I practiced is supporting my approach.

Perhaps this is the path taken by the sword masters of the ancestors. Sword practice is not for killing, but killing requires the use of swords.

The more kills, the better the way of the sword will be!

Practice makes perfect!

At this moment, Chen Mo had one more reason to eliminate these wicked people. Even the killing intent could improve his swordsmanship, so after eliminating them, with a clear mind, he would definitely be able to gain more.

It's a pity that little Robin doesn't have such an optimistic attitude as Chen Mo, she just calls it a villain to cover up.

According to Little Robin's guess, those who want to attack O'Hara are either the navy that suppresses the entire sea, or the world government that has inherited eight hundred years of history.

These terrifying existences, if Chen Mo confronted them, the outcome would definitely be decided.

After all, wasn't "One Piece" Gol D. Roger, known as the Overlord of the Sea, also arrested and executed in public by the naval hero Lieutenant General Garp?

Even this kind of man was successfully captured by the navy, how can ordinary people resist?

It has to be said that the Navy openly executed the "Pirate King" Gol D. Roger, although Roger took advantage of it and took the opportunity to say the famous saying "Do you want my treasure? If you want it, I can give it all to you." , go find it! I put all the treasures there.", starting the "Great Pirate Age" that was a disaster for civilians.

But at the same time, the reputation of the navy has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people like never before. On the whole, it suppresses the endless stream of pirates and barely maintains the stability of the sea.

"Sister Robin, tell me, where are those villains?" Chen Mo asked again.

Little Robin felt that he might have caused some misunderstanding to Chen Mo, but Little Robin couldn't even explain it and could only stammer. "I'm not sure. After all, he's a villain that even Dr. Cloba is afraid of. How could I know?"

At this moment, there was a knock on Chen Mo's door, and Little Robin ran to open the door as if fleeing.

When I opened the door, I saw Chef Michelson standing at the door, pushing a wheelchair, and greeted him with a big rough face and a smile. "Morning, little Robin."

"Morning!" Little Robin said calmly with a cold face.

Chef Michelson's expression froze and he said with a hint of embarrassment. "Why did cute little Robin become so..."

"Michisen Uncle, good morning!" Chen Mo greeted in surprise when he heard the familiar voice, no longer full of killing intent just now.

"Hey, Xiaomo, look what I brought you?" Chef Michelson pushed the wheelchair into the room and said.

"The wheelchair is made by the best carpenter in town. If I hadn't sent the cook there earlier, he would have left O'Hara."

Chen Mo looked at the wheelchair in Michelson's hand, and said happily. "Thank you, Uncle Michelson."

Regardless of whether the wheelchair suits Chen Mo's wishes or not, Chen Mo is most grateful for other people's wishes and readily accepts them.

Besides, the wheelchair is just a means of transportation, as long as it can be used normally.

For a lonely and helpless person like Chen Mo, what qualifications do he have to ask for more?

"Hey! I know you will be satisfied. That carpenter's craftsmanship is beyond words." Chef Michelson said, taking out a long wooden box on his back, and said. "Xiaomo, let's see if you are satisfied with this?"

Chen Mo took the wooden box with both hands, placed it horizontally in front of him, and slowly opened the upper cover.

Inside the box lay a wooden knife about one meter long, and the entire wooden knife had been carefully painted.

The handle of the knife is black, the blade is white, and there is a line of small characters engraved on it: For Chen Mo, a young scholar of the tree of omniscience.

"Thank you so much, Uncle Michelson." Chen Mo gently stroked the wooden knife as if he had found a beloved toy.

"Haha, as long as you are satisfied, this is a piece of wood that my uncle treasured. Because it was burned, I specially painted it with paint." Chef Michelson said with a smile.

You know, the raw material of this wooden knife is worth one million beli even if it is placed on the black market.

Michelson spent a lot of effort last night in order to process that piece of wood into the shape of a wooden knife.

The material at the heart of the Omniscient Tree is extremely hard. Chef Michelson cut it with several kitchen knives without leaving any trace on this piece of wood.

It would be best if Chef Michelson took advantage of the weak fire resistance of the Omniscient Tree to burn this piece of wood into the shape of a wooden knife little by little.

Anyway, in Chef Michelson's view, this is just for Chen Mo to use as a toy, even if it affects the material in the end, it's no big deal.

Therefore, after the wooden knife is formed, it will be dark and ugly.

Chef Michelson also deliberately painted a layer of paint to beautify it, making the wooden knife look much more beautiful.

"Satisfied, really satisfied." Chen Mo took the wooden knife out of the box, tried to wave it around, and only felt that the size was just right.

"Okay, the gift has been delivered, and what uncle promised you has been fulfilled, then I will leave first, otherwise the woman in my family will rush again." Chef Michelson said.

Chen Mo looked up at Chef Michelson, and found that he still had thick dark circles on his face, and said in surprise. "Uncle Michelson, you are leaving O'Hara today? Then your dark circles, you didn't stay up late last night to make me a wooden knife, did you?"

"If you promise something to someone else, you must do it. This is the romance of a man, isn't it?" Chef Michelson twitched the muscles on his face, blinked at Chen Modan with difficulty, and said with a bit of pride.

"Thank you so much, Uncle Michelson!" Chen Mo said with some emotion.

"Men in the sea don't have tears. Although Xiaomo is still a child, he will become a man sooner or later, so don't cry." Chef Michelson waved his hand and said as he walked out of the room. "The parting at this moment will meet somewhere in the sea sooner or later. Goodbye, Xiaomo."

"Yeah!" Chen Mo tightly held the wooden knife in his hand, and nodded heavily in response.

Little Robin on the side was a little stunned. How long had he been away from Xiao Mo? When had Xiao Mo developed such a strong friendship with Chef Michelson in the canteen.

And it is also a friendship between a seven or eight-year-old child and a middle-aged uncle.

After a long time, Chen Mo took the wooden knife in his hand and said firmly to little Robin. "Sister Robin, look, these are the lovely uncles of the Tree of Knowledge. Now, because of the persecution of those evil people, one or two of them have to flee O'Hara and wander on the sea."

"It's all because of those villains!!!"

"So, I will never let those evil people go. I will take the wooden knife given by Uncle Michelson and kill all these residues that pollute the sea!!!"

"Only in this way can the tree of omniscience regain its peace!"

"But, I really don't know where those evil people are!" Seeing Chen Mo who was so determined, little Robin was even more afraid to tell the truth, for fear that Chen Mo would kill himself on impulse.

"Where is Dr. Keluoba? I'll go find him, he must know." Chen Mo turned his eyes and asked.

"Dr. Kloba's research has come to a critical juncture, and no one can disturb him."

"Then..." Chen Mo lowered his head, thinking hard.

"Then we'll wait for them on the coast near the coast where we met those two perverted men last time. As long as they dare to go to the island, they will definitely be blocked by me."

"This..." Little Robin was at a loss for words for a moment, and Chen Mo couldn't explain it.

"That's it. I'll do my best to stop those villains at the seaside, and I won't let them disturb Dr. Keluoba's research!" Chen Mo made up his mind, holding the wooden knife in his hand tightly, and said as if death was at home.

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