Pirate: I partnered with Zefa to build a new navy!

At the back of the courtyard, not far away, there is a tomb.

That was the place where Oltorun's father was buried. The surrounding weeds had been cleaned up, but no one dared to repair this tomb that didn't look very grand. Oltorun still retained the The appearance in memory.

At this time, Ortorun was sitting in front of the tomb, serving some tributes to his father, pouring a bowl of good wine, and looking at his tombstone.

Gion, on the other hand, respectfully offered three sticks of incense to Ceronis.

"I suddenly discovered that both this house and this tomb seem to be facing the direction of Cake Island?" Gion sat next to Altorun and said.

Oltorun poured himself a bowl of wine and drank it in one gulp. Then he explained with a smile: "Even the direction of the port of Tyrian Island is towards Cake Island. That's why he took me The reason for living here...”

After a short pause, Altorun continued: "My father used to be a powerful pirate. More than thirty years ago, he had a bounty of more than 200 million Baileys. His strength is so great. He was so strong that he even dared to challenge my mother head-on... Although I later heard from him that he lost miserably..."

"How miserable is it?" Gion asked instinctively, but then he realized that this question was wrong. He was about to say something to change the subject, but Ortorun said indifferently: "You are in your forties. When he was at his peak, he lost to Charlotte Lingling who was in her early twenties, that's probably how bad it was."

"There are many people in the sea who are worse off than him..." Gion then responded with a smile.

"But I think the worst thing about him is that after losing the battle, he fell hopelessly in love with my obscure old mother..." Altorun quickly told Gion about his old mother. Dad’s story.

"When I was young, he would always get up early in the morning and go to the port to look at the end of the sea. Occasionally, if one or two ships passed by, he would get excited and carefully observe whether they were coming from the Big Mom Sea. If it wasn't the pirate group's ship, he would look a little disappointed, but in fact, since he took me off Locks' ship, he has not seen Charlotte Lingling for so many years. But even so, when he was dying, he still held my hand and said that if there is a chance in the future, he must help me give his saber to my old mother..." Altorun shook his head helplessly. road.

Oltorun was talking here about what happened when he was a child, about the love and hatred between his father and his mother, and about these trivial things that are so small in his memory that if he doesn't try hard to recall them, he will almost forget them.

Gion, on the other hand, was leaning next to Ortorun, listening quietly to these, and asking some seemingly boring but tricky questions from time to time, teasing Ortorun's expression, sometimes speechless, sometimes angry. .

It was obviously in front of a grave, and the atmosphere that should have been sad and sad, at this moment, seemed a bit warm, as if a family was sitting together and discussing the ridiculous deeds of the past.

"So, in the end, I don't know what he taught me? He was obviously a swordsman, but I didn't know how to use a sword at all, and I didn't even have any interest in swordsmanship. It was obvious that he was a big pirate, but I left Tyrian Before, even the mastery of Haki was very sparse and ordinary..." Altorun complained.

"Don't you think he was very successful without teaching you to be a ferocious pirate?" Gion asked seriously after thinking about it.

Ortorun, who was still complaining, was stunned for a moment. He had never considered this issue from this perspective, and for a moment he felt that what Gion said made sense.

But just when he was about to admit it, he suddenly remembered that this old guy led him to run rampant in the port, extorting protection fees and other messy things, and immediately denied it: "No, no, no, I didn't become a pirate, it's entirely because of who I am. Being kind, your heart is filled with justice from a young age, and it has nothing to do with whether he teaches you or not!"

Hearing this, Gion rolled his eyes involuntarily, and Altorun also laughed inexplicably.

He also felt that there was nothing to pursue regarding the issue of teaching just now. Maybe the old man in his family was a parent who was not very good at educating others.

It was getting late. Ortorun took another sip of wine. The sea breeze blew through his hair. His eyes fell on the tomb again. He looked at his father's name and thought silently in his heart: "In the end, besides These pair of horns, I still don’t look like you at all, dad..."

But maybe this kind of dissimilarity is what his father wants, right?

At the same time, Gion was also looking at the name on the tombstone, recalling the story Altorun told her just now.

The man in the story never saw his beloved woman again until his death. Although Tyrian Island is so close to Cake Island, it seems like they are so far away.

Why on earth did he leave these regrets?

In a trance, Gion seemed to hear the wind whispering in her ear, telling her that at that time, what he lacked was courage, so be brave and go for it no matter what you want.

Just when Gion heard the sound of the wind, Oltorun also broke away from his thoughts, spilled the last bowl of wine in front of his father's tomb, and said: "I don't know if I'll come back next time." When did it happen? It seems that I am not filial enough, but I promise you, when one day my cheap mother dies, I will bury her in Tyrian, next to you... to round your Dream."

After saying this to himself, Oltorun turned to look at Gion and said: "It's windy at night, we..."

I don’t know whether it was the wind that gave Gion courage, or Ceronis that gave Gion inspiration.

When Oltorun turned to look at her and said these words, Gion actually didn't listen to a word.

She just stared blankly at Altolen's face, which was so close at hand, for one second, two seconds, three seconds.

"Gion? Did you hear me?" Oltorun looked at the dazed Gion with some confusion, frowned, and asked a few questions.

The next second, Gion's eyes suddenly glowed with light, and then he hugged Altorun suddenly, and pressed his lips against Altorun's lips.

This sudden change made Oltorun's mind go blank. He didn't react at all for a moment and just allowed Gion to kiss him passionately.

It wasn't until he felt a soft tongue trying to penetrate between his lips and teeth that Altoron suddenly came back to his senses.

It seemed that the good feelings and expectations for Gion that had been suppressed in his heart also exploded at this moment. Ortorun hugged Gion hard in his arms, and the two of them pressed together tightly. The kiss even lasted so long that both parties started to feel suffocated.

The next second, their lips parted, and Gion suddenly pushed Altoron down, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and then sat on his waist.

The bright moonlight seemed to be very fond of this kind of melodrama. It cast a ray of moonlight on the two of them. Facing the moonlight, Altoron looked at Gion's face. At this moment, the moonlight was very beautiful. Gion is also as beautiful as the bright moon.

Immediately afterwards, before Oltorun could recover from the beautiful scenery, he saw that Gion had already begun to tear off the tie on his chest. It was also at this moment that Oltorun suddenly stopped from this fanaticism. He woke up in the atmosphere, grabbed Gion's hand and said: "Hey, stop for a moment, this is at the grave, my dad is still watching..."

After hearing these words, Gion, whose eyes were a little confused, suddenly froze. His eyes seemed to regain some clarity, and two blushes instantly rose on his cheeks. He stared blankly at Ortorun's waist for a moment. , at a loss.

Seeing that Gion stopped moving, Oltorun naturally couldn't let anyone embarrass him, so he suddenly hugged Gion into his arms and said without looking back: "Farewell, dad, I have a big event in my life tonight. If you have to do it, I won’t accompany you..."

After saying that, he hugged Gion and didn't even want to go around the long way to the main entrance. He quickly climbed over the courtyard wall in one breath and went straight into the old house.

At this moment, Altorun just wanted to thank the folks on Tyrian Island for taking such good care of his home. Even the mattresses were clean, which was just convenient for him to do evil things!

The moonlight is just right tonight, and it is full of spring tonight.