The chaotic journey that a pirate begins

The streets were extremely noisy, and a faint smell of blood could be smelled in the air. Both the walls and the ground were stained with a lot of black residue.

That's the color that appears soon after blood coagulates.

The air was a little stuffy, perhaps because of the crowds of people walking around.

Walking on this dirty street, Dongling's figure was not covered by anything, and the road was unobstructed.

Wherever Dong Ling passes by, someone will open a road independently.

"Hmph! That's too arrogant!"

"If you are the best swordsman in the world! I think you can do it too!"

"I'm really envious of the treatment of those big shots. But"

"Why did the 'Demon Sword' come back to a place like this?"

"Uncle Dongling, aren't we attracting too much attention like this?"

Touching the tip of his nose gently, Dong Ling felt a little unhappy with the air around him. Although the experience is numerous, it is difficult for Dongling to get used to it.

After looking around at the pedestrians who were looking at him in various ways, Dongling slowly withdrew his gaze.

"Don't worry, I had no intention of hiding this action. It's just that"

"That guy with the Golden Lion has nothing to do."

Dongling slowly unfolded the newspaper in his hand, looked at the news on it, and said in a deep voice.

"Who gave him the confidence to challenge the entire Whitebeard Pirates!"

More than half a month has passed, and there are only a few days left before meeting Roger. At this point in time, Dongling doesn't want to make any mistakes again.

Ok?

Dong Ling suddenly paused in his walking steps, turned around and looked at the person who just passed by him, slightly distracted.

"What's wrong, Uncle Dongling?"

After pondering, Dongling shook his head slightly and then said.

"That guy grew up eating seafood."

"Uh, what do you mean?"

Glancing at Marco, Dongling stared at the man in the cloak and said again.

"The smell of sea water on that guy's body is very strong."

As soon as Dong Ling finished speaking, a loud quarrel suddenly sounded throughout the street.

Dongling had no intention of getting involved, but

"I really didn't lie to you! This is indeed the navy's secret weapon!"

"It's your so-called secret weapon of the navy. Do you know how many of us were killed this time?"

Before the thin seller could continue to speak, the man picked up the knife and prepared to chop downwards.

"Uncle Dongling, do you want to leave?"

As a lawless place in Borage, such things happen countless times in a day. No one will care about it, let alone the need to care about it. The people here are basically lawless people except slaves.

After they died, the world became more peaceful.

Shaking his head slightly, Dong Ling walked towards the two people. Seeing this, the crowd around him avoided Dong Ling. After all, he had a vicious reputation and no one could afford to provoke him. Thousands

Gently holding the chopped sword, Dongling said softly under the stunned eyes of everyone present.

"What is the so-called secret weapon?"

"'Demon Sword'!" Seeing that the person coming was Dong Ling, the man's words were forced out of his throat bit by bit, and his chest heaved high as he hissed.

"You want to get involved in our affairs!"

He shook his head slightly, and with a slight tremor in the air, the sword in his hand broke.

Throwing the half of the blade in his hand to the ground, Dongling said lightly.

"I'm too lazy to care about what's going on between you."

With that said, Dongling asked again to the skinny seller who was already stunned.

"What do you call the Navy's secret weapon?"

If he is amnesty, he is just a small seller without any background. Even those things are caused by luck.

Now he understood that among the people present, only the person in front of him could save his life.

He grabbed Dong Ling's palm and said loudly.

"Master 'Demon Sword'! Help me!"

I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with him. After all, Dongling doesn't want to be as easy to talk to as Newgate, and it's only right to be polite!

The air between the people became condensed, and there was a suffocating impulse.

Everyone wrapped their clothes tightly around their bodies, shuddered, and whispered.

"Being able to stand at the top of the sea, there are really few people who are easy to mess with."

Glancing at the man holding half of the knife hilt, Dongling said again.

"Tell me, what is your so-called secret weapon of the Navy."

The man stood up tremblingly, held a not too big stone behind his back in his hand, and said to Dongling.

"This is it."

Looking at it, Dongling was a little confused. The navy would not use the stone as a secret weapon.

Looking at Dongling who suddenly frowned, the man said again.

"Master 'Demon Sword', this is Explosive Rock!"

Explosive rock!

Dongling was a little surprised. After all, this thing was invincible with ancient weapons, but

Dong Ling chuckled, slightly understanding the reason for the anger of the man next to him.

"Let's go, Marco."

Whispering, Dongling turned around and prepared to leave.

"grown ups!"

Not caring about the man's prayers to him, Dongling turned around and prepared to leave. Dongling didn't have that kind of excess sympathy.

"You don't care about this matter, right? 'Demon Sword'."

Looking at the half blade in his hand, Dongling said lightly.

"I'm not interested anymore. You can solve your own problems."

Eh?

Under the joking chuckles of everyone, Dongling left directly.

"Uncle Dongling, is that thing fake?"

"From the descriptions of those two people, I think it should be true."

"Then why do you always feel that Uncle Dongling is a little disappointed?"

Without comment, Explosive Rock is certainly powerful, but! What Dongling wants is not something unstable like rough stone that can explode at every turn.

What's more important is the storage technology of that thing, but the Navy is the only one.

What's more, Dongling already has ancient weapons and is too lazy to get some explosive rocks as a deterrent.

Looking at the thin seller in front of him who once sold bomb rocks to him, holding half of the blade in his hand, the man grinned ferociously.

"Go with my brother!"

Before the knife in his hand fell, the seller shouted.

"Master 'Demon Sword'! I can give you one thousand, no, all! All the explosive rocks I hold!"

The steps beneath him stopped, and with a soft roar in the air, the half of the blade in his hand was shattered again.

Everyone was stunned when they looked at the tiny holes that appeared on the wall. Little drops of water dripped slowly from the fingers, dampening the dark stains on the ground.

"So strong! It's probably more powerful than firearms."

"It's just water droplets that can do this."

Everyone's faces turned dark and gloomy

Fearing, I saw the man who had just raised the knife shouting.

"'Demon Sword'! You want to go back on your word!"

Walking in slowly, ignoring the man's shouts, Dongling chuckled, squatted in front of the seller and whispered.

"Do you really have that many?"

"Yes!"

Dongling kept nodding and smiled.

"Okay, I'll save your life."