One Piece: The Magician

In the depths of the Forest of Mist, two figures were advancing rapidly. Judging from the way these two people were moving forward without any confusion, it seemed that the strange thick fog of the Forest of Mist had not affected them at all.

"So you are planning to use that fake Seven Star Sword to deceive all the participating pirates."

Rowick glanced at the glasses next to him and muttered: "Such an insidious plan is really in line with your past style of dealing with the president, but you are so sure that all the participating pirates will be fooled."

"Most definitely."

Sherlock nodded, sensed it with his knowledge, and then led Rowick in one direction.

I have to complain, in the face of Jian Wen Se Haki, the so-called fog here is simply useless.In other words, if you still get lost despite seeing things, then this is the real "genius", right?

"Maybe some cautious guys will have doubts, but as long as most people are attracted by the fake Seven-Star Sword, they won't be able to think too much about the next thing."

As he spoke, Sherlock rolled his eyes and said, "After all, many things are like this. It's better to believe that they are than to believe that they are not."

Rowick smacked his lips secretly, and then he seemed to suddenly remember something and asked:

"By the way, President, according to your plan, as long as your friends hold the fake Seven-Star Sword and make an illusion of returning to Hannah Barr by boat, then the rest of the pirates will naturally follow. "

"With all the pirates participating in the competition withdrawn, the natives of Wandering Island will naturally be safe. But what about the navy? Didn't you just say that a group of navy was ambushing this island?"

A trace of doubt flashed in Rowick's eyes, and he continued: "And I always feel that the death match organized by the Oswald family has an air of conspiracy from the beginning."

"Oh, even you can realize this?"

Hearing this, Sherlock glanced at Rowick in surprise. His look was very strange, as if he saw a chimpanzee reciting the multiplication table backwards, which made a certain blue-haired swordsman very sad.

"Yes, just as you guessed, this death match is a complete conspiracy."

Sherlock's expression became serious, and he softly summarized the information and inferences he had gathered.

"The Oswald family betrayed their registered pirates in order to show their goodwill to the navy. But if they just wanted to get some assistance from the navy, then the location of this death match is completely unnecessary. It’s set in such a weird place.”

"To be extreme, the destination of this competition can even be set at a secret naval base. In this way, no matter how many pirates participate, there will definitely be no return."

Rowick shuddered violently and thought to himself, President, how come your tricks are even dirtier than those played by the Oswald family.

Not realizing that he was being criticized crazily by a blue-haired guy, Sherlock continued his analysis as he walked:

"So we might as well boldly imagine that this conspiracy is not only for pirates, but also for the navy."

"Haha Navy"

Rowick's eyes suddenly widened, he subconsciously stopped and stood there, puzzled:

"President, are you kidding? Didn't you just say that Penguin relies on the Navy for help? How could he?"

"Hear me out, Rowick."

Sherlock smiled and waved his hand, walking forward on his own, and the blue-haired traveler hurriedly followed.

"This is a simple reverse reasoning. If, I mean if, if the person who set up this trap really included the pirates and the navy together."

"Then his purpose is a war, a war that took place on the Wandering Island, where tens of thousands of pirates and navy were killed in a bloody mess."

The sky before the thunderstorm was already completely dark. In the thick fog, Sherlock's deep voice came out, which made Rowick, a very courageous guy, stand on his back.

When the crimson blood-weeping moon is overflowing again, the seven stars will gather, and the black flames full of disaster will come to the mortal world again.

For no reason, Rowick suddenly recalled this record about the Seven-Star Holy Sword.Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed through his mind, and he realized something instantly.

Sherlock turned and looked at Rovik, and nodded: "Well, as you can imagine, the two sides fighting in this war are probably the sacrifices prepared for the Seven Star Sword, and the layout Man’s ultimate goal should be that cursed holy sword.”

""The blue-haired swordsman remained silent.

Logically speaking, it would be a very happy thing to once again confirm that the dream I have always had is indeed ahead.But thinking that so many lives were needed as sacrifices for the Seven-Star Sword, Rovik's mood became complicated again.

Sherlock pushed up his glasses calmly and said, "Of course, these are just my inferences. The specific situation depends on the information Robin obtained from the prince's tomb."

"But no matter what, the man behind the scenes has an absolute advantage in reporting the Seven Star Sword."

"And using the advantage of intelligence, he plotted against the pirates and the navy, and used the hands of the Oswald family to convey his will. In this way, even if the navy later knew that he had been sold, there would still be penguins. Take the blame.”

"What's even more amazing is that there are various signs that the Navy and Penguin still seem to listen to his words, Rowick, do you understand what I mean?"

"Um, President, what do you want to say?"

Rowick swallowed with some difficulty, pointed to the sky with his finger, and subconsciously whispered:

"The real mastermind behind this incident is actually Shi"

嗖

A shrill sound broke through the air, and Sherlock and Rowick's expressions changed drastically, and they retreated sharply.

Then I saw a familiar ten-handed sword suddenly emerge from the thick fog, slashing hard, making a big hole where the two people were standing.

splash of gravel

"Damn it, who is he? Why did I have no foreknowledge of his attack?"

Rowick gritted his teeth, pulled out the famous sword Juexi from his waist, and swung it hard, activating the power of the wind fruit, and a whirlwind formed in response, blowing away all the dense fog surrounding it.

Then, the two saw the attacker's true face in Lushan.

He has short white hair like a steel needle, a white jacket, and two iconic cigars hanging from the corners of his mouth. His body is filled with smoke, and behind him is an ambush of a large group of fully armed naval soldiers.

"Why are you this old smoker again?"

Rowick let out a wailing cry. Although his fruit ability can restrain the White Hunter's smoking fruit, this does not mean that he likes to fight with a natural ability user.

"I see. I didn't expect that in the thick fog, your smoke could actually block my perception. Haha, is this the so-called home field advantage of the natural system?"

Sherlock's eyes narrowed slightly. Just like the sand crocodile is extremely powerful in the desert, every natural ability user can display extremely strong combat effectiveness in an environment that matches their attributes.

And the smoke generated by Smog's elementalization in this thick fog even concealed his and Rowick's less than superb knowledge and domination, and even the aura of his men could be concealed.

Although a certain glasses person is also very confused as to why fog can be regarded as the home of smoke, but maybe it is because it is all white. Anyway, this foggy forest is the home of Smoker, the smoke man.

It seems that the natural system can only do this.

Sherlock rolled his eyes and made a decision in his mind.

"Oh this sword, this blast of wind haha, you must be the masked swordsman who helped the Straw Hats escape on Gaya Island. I finally caught you."

With that said, Smoker looked away from the blue-haired swordsman with a sore face and looked at Sherlock.

"And you, the sorcerer, you are lucky that you didn't meet me when you and the Straw Hat boy were making a big fuss in the G8 Fortress. However, your good luck has ended today."

The ten hands in Bai Hunter's hand waved forward, and the top inlaid with sea tower stone pointed directly at a certain glasses who still looked calm.

"Just go ahead and capture me. In this thick fog, you are definitely no match for me."

As he spoke, billowing white smoke suddenly burst out from Smoker's body, and it was wrapped around with teeth and claws. Combined with the tall and strong figure of White Hunter, it really made the group of navy soldiers behind him feel excited. They secretly said to Smoker. Colonel Ge is really showing off at this moment.

"I'll capture you without any effort, uncle. What are you pretending to be here, a white-haired old smoker?"

Rowick was indeed unmoved at all. He completely ignored the white hunter's suddenly darkened face and shouted loudly:

"With the scumbag attack power of your fruit ability, except for the ability to elementalize, how can you be called the president of the natural system? His ability can completely destroy you in all aspects."

"And don't you still understand the current situation? There are only two of us here, or do you think the gang of fish behind you can play any role? I can defeat them all by myself."

After the teasing was over, the blue-haired swordsman turned to look at Sherlock and said with a smile:

"How about I leave it to you, President Bai Hunter, and I'll be responsible for taking care of the rest of the navy, how about that?"

Even though he shouted happily just now, Luoweike knew very well that there was no weak person in the natural system, so he unscrupulously wanted to throw the hard nut of White Hunter to the magician.

However, a certain glasses is much more unscrupulous than him

"" Sherlock stood quietly without answering, still looking calm and calm.

Not to mention, his way of being able to collapse a mountain without a moment's notice was so bluffing that Smoggrao was so angry at Rowick that he didn't dare to act rashly.

After a while.

"President" Rowick felt a little uneasy and asked softly. At the same time, he didn't know if he was dazzled. He only felt that the figure of the "President" next to him was a bit blurry.

So he stretched out his hand and was about to pat Sherlock's shoulder, but then he saw a certain figure with glasses twist exaggeratedly and disappear out of thin air.

Well, disappeared.

"or"

The hand Rowick had just raised suddenly froze.

It now seems that Sherlock left an illusion the moment after meeting the white hunter, and his true form ran away.

Faced with such a dramatic development, Smoker was stunned for a while, and then burst into laughter when he realized what was happening.

"Hahahaha, it seems that you are the one who is unclear about the current form."

""

Rowick turned his head mechanically, looked at Smoker's somewhat ferocious face, and showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

Subsequently

"President, you bastard"

The desperate and shrill voice of a certain blue-haired swordsman spread far, far away in the misty forest.

"It's so stupid"

With a slight sigh, Sherlock no longer hesitated and continued walking deeper into the misty forest.