Pirate God Project

The door of the tavern opened again, and a tall and muscular man walked in.

When he saw the person coming, the little old man's face immediately dropped, and he hummed with some dissatisfaction: "Tsk, it's you."

"The reaction is really cold. You treat a regular customer like this." The man was not angry at all. He walked straight into the store, pulled out a chair at the bar in front of the wine rack and prepared to sit down.

"Those who want to destroy this store should stop talking nonsense here."

"If you hate me, you've got the wrong person. I'm just doing my job responsibly. If you want to blame it, all pirates today are wimps." Brother Ming: I advise you to take this sentence back.

This man is naturally Captain Smoker of the Navy Headquarters.

At this time, Smoker also noticed Aimar sitting next to him, and looked him up and down. Smoker snorted coldly, then turned to the little old man and said: "It's really rare that we have a guest. Ah. Um... I'd like a glass of rum."

But the little old man didn't even look at him, and shouted very dissatisfied: "I don't have any wine for you to drink here."

"Don't be so heartless, isn't today a special day?" With that, Smoker used his smoke to grab a bottle of rum from the shelf, opened the cork and drank it, "Ha , delicious”

Aimar on the side took out another cigarette and held it in his mouth, but he couldn't find a match for a long time.

Seeing this, Smoker took a wisp of his own smoke and helped Aimar light the cigarette.

Aimar took a deep breath, and in the haze of smoke, he smiled faintly and said: "Colonel Smoker"

"Oh, you actually know me"

"Ha, we are each other, don't you recognize me too?"

"Hmph, you do have some eyes, Aimar. You are worthy of being the one with a bounty of 3000 million Baileys, the highest in the East China Sea."

"No, Colonel Smoker thinks too highly of me. By the way, now that you recognize me, don't you plan to arrest me?"

"Oh, don't worry. Before I put you in jail, I plan to have a drink first. Besides, it wouldn't be good if I accidentally damage this store."

Hearing this, Aimar chuckled, "I didn't expect Colonel Smoker to maintain this tavern. Why, Colonel, do you also admire the Pirate King...or should I say, Gol D Roger?"

Smoker did not answer this question. He was looking up at the wine on the wine rack, surrounded by smoke, as if he was lost in memories. "What happened that day is still fresh in my mind, the last sight of Roger. Yes, that day was a sultry afternoon just like today. On the avenue leading to the square where the execution platform was located, although he was handcuffed, Roger marched forward like a victorious general."

After staring at a bottle of rum for a long time, Smoker spoke again: "Gol D. Roger, a man with wealth, fame, power, and the entire world, although he is marching towards death, he is simply arrogant. "The King of"

The past events of 22 years ago reappeared in Smoker's mouth like this:

“The will passed down from generation to generation.”

"The changes of the times and people's dreams."

"As long as people continue to pursue the answer to freedom, none of this will ever stop."

Roger slowly walked onto the execution platform. Looking at his expression and listening to his words, he looked more like a proud king teaching his subjects than a prisoner about to be executed.

It has to be said that executing such a legendary figure really requires great courage.When Roger walked to the execution platform, one of the execution guards suppressed his anxiety and asked: "Is there anything else you want to say at the end?"

"Take this off for me, I can't stand it anymore." Roger raised his handcuffs.

"This...this can't be done"

"How could I escape? It's so boring. Forget it, come on, let's get it done quickly." After that, Roger sat cross-legged on the execution platform.

Just as he was preparing for the execution, an unknown passerby in the audience ignored the guards' scolding and shouted loudly to Roger on the stage: "Hey Pirate King, where did you hide all the treasures you found?" In the Grand Line, did you get that legendary great secret treasure? That unique one piece of great secret treasure."

Hearing this, Roger on the execution platform laughed, "Hahahahahaha... Do you want my treasures? If you want, I can give them all to you. Go and look for them. I have put all the treasures. There."

Then, the long knife passed through the body, the blood dyed the wooden board red, and an era ended.

However, the words of Pirate King Gol D. Roger before his death made people crazy about it. A new era, the Age of Pirates... no, it should be said to be the Age of Discovery, has begun.

Let me tell you something, the passerby who yelled was really not Roger’s excuse. He was so funny and so funny.

Returning from memories to reality, Smoker weighed the wine bottle in his hand. It was already empty.

Seeing this, Aimar opened a small portal, took two bottles of rum from the wine rack, and handed him the bottle that Smoker had been staring at for a long time.

Taking the bottle, Smoker glanced at Aimar, "It seems that you are also a smoker and a drinker. Hehe, you also like to drink rum. This is in line with my temper. It's very good. Oh, you bastard, if It would be great if you could become a navy instead of a pirate."

Hearing this, Aimar chuckled and said, "To each other, if you bastard were not in the navy, I would really like to invite you to go to sea with me."

"Haha, good boy, you really dare to say that. Okay, now that we've finished drinking, we've finished talking for the rest of the day, it's time to get down to business."

"Haha, colonel, don't worry, no matter what, we have to have a drink first before we talk." As he said that, Aimar stretched out the hand holding the opened rum in front of Smoker.

Seeing this scene, Smoker raised the corners of his mouth slightly, held his rum and touched Aimar's.

"Here's to the goddam Navy Captain, Smoker."

"Here's to the bastard pirate captain, Amar"

In this dark and old tavern, there is a pirate and a navy; one is holding a cigarette and the other is chewing two cigars.They look the same, but they are different.

However, they were both holding a bottle of rum at this time. After clinking the glasses, or should I say clinking the bottles, um..., they were both drinking from the bottles, regardless of their conflicting identities and the fact that they were going to fight later. The sky is dark and the earth is dark.

Seeing this scene, the owner of the tavern, the short old man, also smiled and nodded happily.

The end of an era, the beginning of a new era.Since the will is passed down among the people, who can say that the legend is over?