People are pirates, behind the scenes

Rokzea is one of the major forces in the Rose area. It is responsible for the cargo ship trade of the Buro Kingdom. It has the support of the Buro royal family and is powerful.

But in the eyes of those who know the basics, this superficial power is only relative.

Everyone knows that the Buro Kingdom is besieged on all sides and teetering on the turbulent sea.

Christine led Beelzebub to meet a white-haired old servant and then left.

The white-haired old servant had a gloomy temperament, like a stuffy gourd. He was walking in front, minding his own business, while Beelzebub followed behind.

Along the way, Beelzebub saw the prosperity of Rosey District, with feasting, revelry, and people indulging in wine and enjoying a moment of fun.

He also saw various small forces openly fighting each other on the street, killing people and destroying public property.

In the lawless zone, there are no laws and no restrictions.

It is a paradise for lawbreakers.

Finally, the white-haired old servant took Beelzebub to a dilapidated wooden house backed by mountains.

Under the thick darkness, the densely packed tombs on the mountain are looming.

There was also a smell of burnt protein in the air.

Beelzebub frowned slightly. It seemed that before he came, these people handled the corpses in a relatively straightforward and rough manner.

The white-haired old servant kept silent and was very cold. He brought Beelzebub here and left.

Looking at the back of the old man walking away, Beelzebub sighed: "This cold old man is either rich in experience or a lurking strong man... Sure enough, in the world of pirates, we cannot relax our vigilance for a moment."

What Beelzebub didn't know was that when the white-haired old man disappeared from his sight, his painting style suddenly changed, and he ran away like a beast, and his originally calm face became distorted.

"I didn't talk to him, did I? I didn't get infected with my unlucky constitution, did I!? It's terrible. The corpse collector is as cold as the rumors. Just bringing him here cost me five or six years of my life. I lost a lot of money." It's too big, I have to ask the boss to compensate..."

It seemed that when it came to compensation, the white-haired old servant's mood became slightly more stable. He glanced fearfully in the direction of the dilapidated wooden house and quickly left the scene.

The wooden house was dilapidated and in disrepair. A few beams of light poured down from the gaps in the roof, and dust floated.

Beelzebub cleaned and tidied the wooden house a little, and then put on an ordinary black trench coat.

Different from the crooked melons and dates in the pirate world, Beelzebub has a delicate and handsome face, beautiful dark blue hair, and deep blue eyes that seem to contain some kind of magic, deeply attracting people's attention.

Beelzebub once had doubts. The original owner had a miserable life experience, but his appearance was not bad. It could even be said that his appearance alone was more than ten blocks ahead of most of the indigenous people. Why not just follow a rich indigenous woman or something, and have to work in various professions? Traveling between relationships?

"Let's go to Rosey District and have a look."

With the black-winged scythe slung behind his back, Beelzebub walked on this sinful land like an aloof noble.

Beelzebub knew very well that luxury, prosperity and glamor were just the surface of this city, and there were too many invisible sins lurking in the depths of darkness.

It continues to penetrate and rot the foundation of this city.

This is just a reflection of one corner of the world.

Beelzebub turned a blind eye to the solicitation of the prostitutes in Pleasure Street.

Who can say for sure that these people will not be spies of the World Government to obtain intelligence?

He walked straight across the street to Luluya Winery and ordered a cocktail with ice cubes at the bar.

The vermilion wine liquid was crystal clear. Beelzebub swirled the goblet and drank it all in one gulp.

"You know a lot about wine?"

The purple-haired boy next to the bar glanced at Beelzebub in surprise. Beelzebub had a temperament that people couldn't help but strike up a conversation with.

Beelzebub clicked his tongue: "It's just so so, but the taste is a bit off after all."

"This is the first time I heard someone say that the cocktails at Lulua Winery are average."

The young man laughed, took out a cigar from his coat, lit it, and handed another one to Beelzebub: "Want to try one?"

Beelzebub waved his hand and refused: "I don't smoke."

The young man shrugged, put the cigarette back into his coat, blew out the smoke ring, and suddenly asked: "Are you not a local?"

Beelzebub said calmly: "Most of the people here are not locals."

The young man's eyes lit up and he became interested: "Oh, why?"

Beelzebub felt that this man was a little annoyed, but he still explained patiently: "What percentage of locals do you think live in this dangerous and lawless area?"

The young man frowned: "How do I know this?"

Beelzebub clasped the wine glass with his palm: "The people who can live here are either royal nobles or underground gangs. Too many sins and evils have settled in this city. Everyone here is burdened with blood. .

Survival of the fittest is the law of nature, and the same is true for the Grand Line. I am afraid that less than [-]% of the locals can still stay here. "

"Survival of the fittest, the law of nature..." The young man murmured to himself, savoring the profound meaning of this sentence.

"Then what kind of person do you think can rule the underground underworld in Rose?"

The boy asked. He didn't know why he said so many words to a stranger.

Beelzebub shook his head and smiled: "It depends on who you are competing with...

There are countless countries and islands along the great sea route, and powerful monsters are like crucian carps crossing the river.

Compared with those who can truly control countless monsters, the underworld of the small kingdom is just that kind of person with a thought.

If compared with ordinary people like you and me, it would be much better. After all, you have hundreds of mouths under your control, right? "

The young man frowned and tightened his fingers slightly: "Is there really such a person in the world?"

Beelzebub nodded: "Of course, among the navy, Garp, Sengoku, and Zefa are unfathomable in strength, and there are also Sakaski and Porusalino who were called monsters just a few years after joining the navy. "

"There are even more powerful pirates. Roger, Whitebeard, and Golden Lion are known as the three great pirates, followed closely by Wang Zhi, Silver Axe, Charlotte Lingling, and Kaido."

"In addition, Redfield, who can keep pace with the three pirates by himself, cannot be underestimated."

"Young people, the powerful people in this world are far more powerful than you think. Destruction of heaven and earth is just a common occurrence in their eyes."

Beelzebub talked eloquently, and the boy was deeply attracted by the terrifying strength of these monsters.

He felt his blood boiling and his eyes lit up with a burning light.

He said seriously: "I want to be that kind of person!"

Beelzebub curled his lips, not taking it seriously, and poured himself a glass of wine.

The young man didn't notice Beelzebub's expression and extended an invitation to Beelzebub: "Let me introduce myself. My name is Crocodile. You seem to know a lot about the sea. You give me a very unusual feeling. Come with me." Let’s go to sea! Let’s conquer the Grand Line together!”

Beelzebub's hand when pouring wine shook and he almost lost his grip on the bottle. He blinked and looked at the boy in shock: "Who did you say your name was?"