Pirate, the former Deputy Head of the Rocks Pirates

"No, Cronus." Whitebeard retorted Cronus' words. He looked at everyone with a solemn expression and a kind smile.

“Not a wonderful family, but a wonderful family.”

Cronus was startled for a moment, then laughed.

"Yeah, family is such a wonderful thing."

As he talked, he missed his distant hometown a little bit.

In that old house, his face was full of wrinkles, he had worked hard for most of his life, but there was no decent clothes in the closet, but he devoted everything he had to giving the best to his parents.

Before Cronus traveled through time, his parents on Blue Star had already passed away long ago.

But what a homesick child actually thinks about is never that ordinary dilapidated house or the past, but the familiar figure in the house and the familiar taste of the food.

Whitebeard saw through Cronus's absent-minded mood and comforted him: "Don't worry, Cronus, you will also have a family that is worthy of giving everything to you, more than loving yourself, and worthy of your love for the rest of your life."

"That white-haired girl is just the same girl."

During the battle between the two, in order to avoid affecting everyone, Whitebeard was able to see the unconscious Olvia when several people arrived at the safe area in advance.

At that time, he understood that this old friend, whom he had not seen for many days, had tasted the forbidden fruit of love, but at the same time, the price he paid was the tenderness and weakness.

"Yes, Olvia is my wife, my beloved, and we may have a lovely daughter in the future."

As soon as Cronus mentioned the words about Olvia, his eyes involuntarily softened, and even his tone became a little gentler.

"Huh? Why not a son?" Whitebeard noticed the flaw in Cronus' words.

"I guessed." Cronus smiled, the playful and cute look of little Robin already appearing in his mind.

The Robin written by the old thief Oda is too miserable, but in his arms, no one can touch his reverse scales, no other creature can!

Next, the two began to exchange glasses, drink fine wine, and enjoy the pleasure brought by alcohol. At the same time, the conversation began to become more complicated, and they even talked about Whitebeard's requirements for his partner.

"I don't care too much about my appearance, but I like leopard print, goo-la-la-la-la." Whitebeard said with a smile as he took a sip of wine.

"Really, just like Ba Jin?" Cronus looked at him with a smirk, with a hint of hey in his eyes.

"Okay, kid, drink!"

Whitebeard did not face Cronus's question directly, but instead used alcohol to change the more sensitive topic, and Cronus on the opposite side did not intend to continue to ask questions.

The big taboo about drinking is that it kills the fun.

After having enough wine and food, Cronus' face was reddish, and his body exuded a strong smell of wine. Behind him stood a mountain top filled with wine barrels.

On the other hand, Newgate was also flushed, his figure swaying, and behind him there was a mountain of wine barrels that was no less impressive than Cronus.

At this time, Marco, Jozi, and Bista tiptoed to the back of the stone not far from them, eavesdropping on the conversation between Cronus and Edward Newgate.

As three newborn calves who have not experienced many storms and waves, they are very interested in the interesting past stories of the famous and unparalleled pirate.

"Hey, Marco, Joz, what do you think Dad and Mr. Evil Dragon are talking about?"

Bista hid behind a stone, stuck out his head wearing a top hat, and cast his gaze at Cronus and Whitebeard, who were chatting and laughing in the distance.

"I guess it must be a review of the Battle of the Valley of the Gods six years ago!" Jozi thought for a while and said: "Just thinking about it, Dad and Mr. Evil Dragon crushed those navy together makes my blood boil! "

"Joz, you are too superficial." Marco glanced at him with disdain: "Strong men always disdain the past."

"I guess Mr. Evil Dragon must be talking to dad about the future structure of the pirate world!"

"It's even possible that he is thinking about the feat of crossing the end of the route!" Marco said excitedly.

Hearing this, Bista and Jozi were also shocked from ear to ear. They were completely conquered by the speculation in Marco's mouth.

"I didn't expect that dad would have already started to go down to this level."

In fact, what Cronus and Whitebeard were discussing...

"What? The tavern on the Knop Islands actually has a bunny girl waiter wrapped in black stockings!" Cronus stood up immediately and said in disbelief.

Whitebeard took a sip of wine, looked at Cronus with a smile, and said in an evil tone: "Not only that, but also a leopard print uniform!"

"This, this, this, this."

"This is wonderful!"

Cronus took Whitebeard's big hand and held it tightly, with a sincere light flowing in his eyes:

"Newgate, please take me here once!"

"It's easy to talk, let's talk tomorrow."

"No, tonight, tonight we will set sail overnight!"

Suddenly, Whitebeard's smile gradually stiffened. He seemed to have seen some terrible creature, so he closed his mouth tightly and said no more.

In his pupils, a beautiful figure with white hair and blue eyes was reflected.

Cronus did not realize the abnormality of Whitebeard. He continued to lift a wine barrel, swallowed the wine in large gulps, wiped his lips casually, and said with a happy smile:

"Hahaha, then we've made a deal!"

"Cough cough!"

Suddenly, a clear and melodious female voice came from behind Cronus. Suddenly, the happy smile on his face disappeared and was replaced by a look of horror.

He turned his head stiffly and slowly, and what he faced was the conspicuous long white hair and the delicate face that could be broken by a blow.

But at this time, there was a faint hostility on that face, and the flames from the devil in hell seemed to be burning behind it, even worse than his final flame!

Three minutes later, Cronus' nose was bruised and his face was swollen. The huge purple eye shadow on his left eye covered the entire eye circle. There was blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and there were thick bumps on his head.

Cronus sat obediently next to Olvia, with a standard posture. He didn’t dare to breathe, like a child who had done something wrong.

Edward Newgate was sitting across from him, looking at Cronus who was in a state of embarrassment and being strict with his wife, covering his mouth and snickering.

"Goo la la la."

At this time, after Olvia taught Cronus a lesson about his arrogance, she also realized that the heroic man in front of her looked very familiar.

In an instant, a flash of memory flowed through her mind. Olvia looked at Whitebeard and said, "You are Mr. Edward Newgate. I have read about your glorious deeds in the newspaper!"

"I heard that you have established welfare homes on many islands, specifically to adopt children who are homeless due to war and various reasons, and to provide children with a warm haven of refuge."

"You are such a good man."

Olvia took a step forward, stretched out her fair and smooth right hand and held it in the white-bearded cattail-like palm, her eyes not concealing her admiration.

But while she was holding Newgate's right hand, her left hand was also holding Cronus tightly.