The Evil Generation of Pirates

Yamos subconsciously walked forward quickly, but he stopped suddenly after taking a few steps.

Facing Usov again, he seemed a little at a loss.He didn't know how to greet Usoff because Usoff looked unfamiliar.Usov had always had a smile on his face that Amos couldn't imagine what he would look like without smiling, and now he could see it.

The group of people had sad faces on their faces, probably because they were depressed because they were trapped in the rainbow fog and couldn't leave.However, this is obviously Usov in his youth. According to historical evolution, they must have gone out, otherwise they would not have met Yamos and Lezein on Uroro Island later.

Yamos was curious about what happened to Usov that caused him to change so exaggeratedly, but he did not dare to step forward to understand the situation.

Usoff and his team arrived on the island to replenish supplies.

They are different from the people who live an ignoble life on various islands. They are always moving forward, pursuing the exit of the rainbow fog, and are not willing to just wait on an island, or wait for death.

Yamos was hiding in an inconspicuous place, silently sizing up Usov.He found that Usov was one of the talkative people in their group and seemed to have a bad temper.Their ships don't look like simple merchant ships. Was he a pirate?Or a pirate hunter?Or is he engaged in some dangerous industry?

If anyone has the greatest influence on Amos's life, it is Usoff.This old man who later became bald and could only smile like a fool would spend countless nights sitting on the shore with Yamos watching the sea.

In the eyes of Amos, Usoff is a fool, so he will only put down all precautions and disguises in front of Usoff, and tell all kinds of weird things, and Usoff will always use Yamos Moss gave a baffling answer from an angle he had never thought of.

These answers were once jokes, allowing Yamos to spend lonely nights in dry laughter.

Now, these answers are the antidote to Yamos' heart.

He often dreams about conversations he had over and over again many years ago. Every word Usov said is so profound and has infinite possibilities for exploration.

In the past ten years, Yamos, who has suffered from all kinds of pressure and guilt, has been overwhelmed. He is looking forward to rushing to death, fulfilling the value of his life, and getting rid of this exhausting life.He knew that he was terminally ill. Regardless of success or failure after the war, his body and soul would disappear with the old era.

But fate was such a coincidence that he met Usov again, the only person who could save his life until Yamos slowly woke up many years after his death.

Amos longed to be saved.

It's just that at this time, Usov was not as optimistic about life after going through hardships as he was more than 20 years later.Whether he can help Yamos escape from psychological torture, no one knows.

"You are also looking for the exit of the rainbow fog, right?" Yamos finally walked over, as reserved as a child, and talked to Usov.

Usov, who was urging his men to carry the supplies purchased at a high price, looked at Yamos and shook off the dust on his hands: "Yes, you are not willing to die trapped here?"

"Yes." Yamos couldn't help but smile.

"Don't give up. Sooner or later you will get out." Usov took a deep look at Yamos's smile and wondered why he still smiled in this difficult situation. However, he was very busy now and had no intention of talking to him. Talk to Amos.

"Let me help you." Yamos didn't know what to say. Seeing Usov and his group struggling to carry supplies, he strode over and easily lifted two barrels of fresh water and walked towards their ship.

Usov was shocked by Yamos's strength. He took a cigarette and frowned: "We will not give you food or fresh water."

"I have it myself." Yamos quickly moved two buckets of water to Usov's boat. "I have water and food myself, as well as my boat."

"Then why did you come to help?" These days, Usov wouldn't think that someone would work for free. This man who looked four or five years younger than him must have some intentions.

"I...just want to chat with you after I'm done." Yamos said with a dry smile.

"With me?" Usov was confused.

Yamos stood there like a childish boy, his mouth grinning, his body trembling slightly for no reason, and he kept sucking in the cold air.

After Usov looked at him for a few seconds, he ordered his men to continue moving the goods. Then he scanned Yamos's body vigilantly and walked to the side: "Come here."

Yamos followed with stiff steps.

"What do you want to do?" Usov said straight to the point when he came to the shore.

"I...I'm too stressed." Yamos stammered, "I-I want to find someone to talk to."

Usov still looked at Yamos suspiciously: "Then why do you want to talk to me?"

"I don't know." Yamos didn't even dare to look directly at Usov. His eyes were evasive, like a person who is hiding bad things but trying to defend himself. "Even if I want to talk to you, I don't know..."

Listening to Yamos's words gradually becoming incoherent, Usov was particularly calm. He said, "If you have anything you want to talk about, just say it."

But Yamos heard Usov's urgency. He was a little impatient, maybe because he didn't want to waste time with someone like him who appeared suddenly.Yamos was speechless. He tremblingly took out his cigarette case, took out a cigarette, took it in his mouth, lit it and took a puff before calming down: "Do you like to watch the sea?"

"I don't like it." Usov replied quickly, his face stiffened, as if he was asking Yamos why he asked such a stupid question.

"I like it very much. I just want to be able to stand on the shore and look at the sea one day, and see myself fainting from the sun." Yamos smiled, "I want to say thank you to you. This thank you may come too soon." It may be too late or too early, but I am afraid that apart from this meeting, I will never have the chance to say it out loud.”

Usov didn't speak. He could feel that Yamos had many things that he wanted to talk about, so he chose to be a listener.

"Please forgive me for being a little rude just now. Maybe it's because I'm too stressed and I break down from time to time." Yamos was silent and thinking, "I don't know why, but I just feel that you can save me."

"Save you?" Usov was always confused.

"Ha, let's not talk about that. I just want to have a simple chat with you." Yamos hesitated for a few seconds and finally gave up. He sat on the shore casually, facing the sea, letting the sea breeze blow, "Sit Come on down and let’s chat.”

Usoff sat down.

This scene seems to have traveled through time and space, returning to Uroro Island and Yamos's childhood.

"Why do you think some people are so bad?" Yamos asked.

Once people pass that age where children and adults can really be defined, they lose a lot of things.For example, Amos asked Usov something like this.These and other questions that seem to only be asked by children will not actually get the answers as they grow older, but will only be assimilated by them as they grow older.

There is only one way to get rid of being assimilated by the problem, and that is to ask the elders for answers or find the real answer yourself.

However, only a handful of people have made this choice.Because the vast majority of people who label themselves adults because of their age will always be hesitant in their hearts. They are thinking, will it seem too childish for adults to ask such questions?Just like a newcomer who just goes to a newspaper office and finds that it is full of chaos, he is the only one who abides by morality, truth and principles.He will worry in his heart about why others are so bad, and he will also think about whether he will be considered stupid by others if he is unique among them.

A few people insist on themselves, while the majority are assimilated by the problem.

"I don't know." Usov didn't know why Yamos would ask such a question, but he still thought about it seriously and said, "I'm not a good person, and there aren't many good people in this world. There are absolute good people and absolute bad people. They are just a very small minority. Others are both good and bad, neither good nor bad. Uh...for example, someone will give alms to a beggar today, and tomorrow he may scold the new waiter in the restaurant for his poor performance. How can it be so easy to define good and bad? Doesn’t everything depend on how you look at it?”

Yamos said nothing and seemed to be thinking about Usov's words.

After a long while, he breathed a sigh of relief: "That's it, it should be like this."

"Any more questions?" Usov glanced at his men. The supplies were almost finished transporting, and they were about to continue sailing to find the exit of the rainbow fog.

Yamos stopped talking.

Usoff didn't ask a second time, just stood up and left.

The ship set sail soon, and Yamos still sat motionless, looking at the sea and watching the ship Usov was riding go away.

He sat for a long time, only breathing calmly, and his eyes only saw the endless sea.He didn't know what he wanted to do next, he was just extremely lazy and just wanted to sit there.

……

Yamos followed the chart and arrived at the next island where Roger was expected to arrive, but he estimated that since he had been delayed on the previous island for so long, Roger should have already left.He could only ask other people stationed here to judge the next island Roger would go to based on the direction.Or perhaps, Roger has encountered the exit of the rainbow fog and left here.

However, Yamos did not expect that after he parked the speedboat on the shore in the dark, he found a tall man standing on the shore. The moonlight reflected the man's back. Yamos could not see the man's face clearly. But you can clearly see that he is wearing a dark red coat.

The man was facing Amos, as if waiting for Amos.

Yamos vaguely realized who this person was, and he slowly walked over. As expected, the person standing there was Gol Roger!

"You..." Yamos was surprised.

Roger smiled: "Are you looking for me?"

"...Yes." Yamos replied.

"I know you are looking for me, so I am waiting for you here." Roger replied. He did not move, so that his face was still buried in the darkness. "Garp, Sengoku, Newgate, Shanks Let them go.”

"How...how do you know?!" Yamos was extremely shocked. Could this be Roger's ultimate domineering strength of knowledge and knowledge? !

"It seems they have indeed left." Roger walked to the shore, the sea water washing away his shoes.

The moonlight reflected on the side of Roger's face. His face was a little pale and he looked sickly.At this time, Roger had reached the end of his terminal illness.

"I want to talk to you. I want to know the secrets of the world government and the 100-year blank history." Yamos walked over and stood next to Roger. He was two heads shorter than Roger. about.

"Are you the one who will finally challenge the World Government? I put all my secrets in Rafdru. Since you have obtained the last piece of history, you should go directly to Rafdru." Roger said.

"But I still want to talk to you. If you are willing to stay here and wait for me, you must also be willing to chat with me." Yamos said.

Roger raised his eyebrows and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

"Who did you reject? What did you reject?" Yamos asked a question that Garp had never found the answer to. Naturally, he couldn't tell what Roger meant when he said this to Garp. After all, in the current timeline, Roger He hasn't surrendered yet, so there's no such thing as that.

"You are wrong." Roger said abruptly, "I can't wait here for you to ask me questions, but I want to ask you questions."

Yamos was speechless and a little puzzled by this result.

"Why did you choose to fight against the World Government?" Roger asked.

"There are various reasons. To sum up, it's probably because I don't want the world to be so bad." Yamos said.

Roger lowered his head and glanced at Yamos: "Have you ever thought about what will happen if the war fails and what will happen if the war succeeds?"

"I have thought about it." Yamos communicated with Roger seriously, "If the war fails, then I will definitely be dead, and the world may return to its original appearance. It is a pity that the opportunities accumulated by so many generations will be lost here. It was wiped out after the failure of the first war. If I want to challenge the world government again, it will probably take decades or hundreds of years to prepare. If the war is victorious, I may be dead. I can't see what this world will become. No matter what, but I have given the power to change the world to the people I trust. At that time, the world may still not be able to achieve complete peace, complete beauty, and complete unity. It may still face many threats, and there will also be A lot of people are fighting for freedom. I don’t know if the world will be a better place if we defeat the world government, but at least now this rotten government has no reason to exist.”

"Your words have already answered the question you just asked me." Roger said.

Yamos looked at Roger, wondering what this meant.

"Anything else you want to ask?" Roger asked.

"Can we win this war?" Yamos said.

"I don't know either." Roger didn't give Yamos any confidence. "You may fail, but the world government will fall sooner or later. It may be created by countless impossibilities, and I am one of them. You It is also one of the impossibles. There are thousands of people who do the same thing as us who are impossible. There will eventually be a person named Possible in this world, and he will give us these impossible meanings one day in the future. , proving our value.”

Yamos nodded: "I have no problem."

"All your other questions will be answered at Ravdru." Roger patted Yamos on the shoulder. He didn't seem that naughty. He was calm and looked down upon death like few people had.