Pirates of the National Comics Inheritance System

"Long Yi, Long Er."

When Clay left secretly, Carl called Long Yi and Long Er.

Although they were still young, they could already help him share some things. It was just right to find something for them to do, so that they wouldn't go crazy when Clay left.

"How are those children?"

"Don't worry, Lord Carl, they have already started the Five Elements Fist. Under the leadership of Lord Clay, they often practice with various beasts in the woods."

"Although there is still some gap between their strength and that of ordinary pirates, the gap is not big."

Long Yi told him what he knew in a serious manner. Long Yi was much more mature than Long Er.

"The burden you two may have next is heavier."

Carl pondered for a moment, thinking whether this was feasible. It shouldn't attract too many people's attention if this matter was handed over to them.

"I need you two to secretly buy children aged 5 to 10 in Beehive Island."

He thought about it. The most important thing at the moment was time. After all, there was still a long time before the plot started.

So those under five years old should be OK, and it is easier to cultivate trust.

"Of course, those under five years old are OK."

"The most important thing is that this plan needs to be carried out secretly and cannot be discovered by anyone."

Carl paused for a moment. He wanted to hear what Long Yi and Long Er thought.

Long Yi saw that Lord Carl was looking at him, and his little eyes turned around, as if he was thinking, and then he showed a wise look.

You know, this is the first time Lord Carl has assigned them a task. They must not only do it well, but also hand in a perfect answer.

And Long Yi's IQ is much higher than Long Er's.

"Please rest assured, Lord Carl."

"We will secretly buy it in the name of lacking children's playmates, and we will never let others find out."

Long Er hadn't reacted yet, and when he saw that his brother had said it, he quickly responded.

"Yes, Lord Carl, please rest assured, we will keep it a secret!"

Although Long Er's silly mind didn't understand a little, fortunately he didn't ask it stupidly on the spot, but thought about asking his brother later, which was also the tacit understanding between the two of them.

Although Carl was still a little worried, he couldn't do it by himself, right? This was already a compromise!

By the way, he could train the two of them.

"Okay, then I'll leave this to you!"

Carl smiled with satisfaction, touched their hair, and signaled that they could do it right away.

"Okay!"

Seeing that Lord Carl had no other instructions, the two turned and walked out of the room. Two childish voices began to plan, thinking about how to make this plan silent and not be discovered by others?

When the two walked out, Carl thought in the room.

How can I find two loyal subordinates and let them eat the painting fruit and the transformation fruit respectively.

After all, if these two devil fruits are given to Long Yi and Long Er, it will waste their own physique.

Orphans? No, they are too young, the time is too short, and accidents are prone to happen.

Current subordinates? No, too short a time, not enough trust, and each of them is a person who puts money in front of them, which is even more unsuitable.

After all, the two people he chose were going to sneak into the interior of the Valley of the Gods, where there was a lot of gold and a lot of devil fruits. They could not guarantee that they would not take all of it, which would lead to him losing all his money.

The people on the Beehive Island should not be able to do it?

It seems that he needs to find a time to go out to sea and recruit some real subordinates. ．

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Charlotte Linlin also hurriedly gathered his sons and daughters together.

Of course, he just briefly talked about cultivating power, and there was no point in talking about other things.

"Mmmmmm!"

"Have you written down everything I said?"

Perospero said solemnly, putting away the notebook in front of him.

"Don't worry, mother, we have written it down."

Perospero wrote down every word Charlotte Linlin said.

"Okay, now that you know it, let's do it immediately."

This was the first time Katakuri received an important task from his mother. In fact, many people on this island laughed at his huge jaw.

Although after Clay taught them the Five Elements Fist, their body parts began to tend towards the golden ratio figure.

But those people only dared to laugh at him behind his back. After all, he was Charlotte Linling's son, so he was eager to win the important task from his mother.

"Don't worry, Mom will definitely complete the task for you."

Katakuri patted his chest, his little face tense, and he looked a little cute for a while.

Charlotte Linling knew that Clay taught them a special martial arts, but she didn't expect it to have such a big effect.

After all, who doesn't want their children to be good-looking?

"Mmmmmm!"

"Then I'll leave it to you."

The island was quiet for a long time afterwards.

Except for being with Charlotte Linling every night, Carl now spends the rest of his time constantly training himself with the various powers he obtained from the old Tianshi template.

The more he practices, the more he finds that the system instills him with only a basic entry-level thing.

Deeper things require him to practice constantly to master them.

During his practice, he can sense the power of the old Tianshi. The various martial arts alone are enough for him to practice for several years, not to mention the various Taoist magic spells.

He believed that when he took all the abilities of the old master into himself, his strength would definitely rise to a higher level....

Ten days later!

"Fishman Island!"

Clay, exhausted from the journey, drove a tattered boat to an uninhabited sea area, just above Fishman Island. His expression was like a wanderer returning home.

"I'm finally back!"

His face was filled with deep longing.

He packed up the things on the boat, jumped directly into the sea, and swam towards Fishman Island.

"Plop!"

As he dived, the sunlight gradually disappeared, replaced by dark sea water, but he ignored it until a little light appeared below, and he swam towards the light with all his strength. Ten thousand meters under the sea!

A dull sound of footsteps echoed in the dark Fishman Street.

"Who is it?"

"Stand still!"

The voices came from the deep sea whale tribe - Ikaros and the coral reef shark tribe - Arthur!

At this time, Fishman Street was under the rule of darkness. The mermaids exiled them here. The whole Fishman Street was full of looting and smashing, and no one was submissive.

The mermaids did not like the fishmen to kill fish for food, so they exiled them to Fishman Street and banned them from going to Fishman Island.

There was no sunlight in Fishman Street all year round, which led to a ball of anger in everyone's heart that had nowhere to vent, so crimes happened every day.

But today, Fishman Street ushered in a change.

When the dark figure gradually walked forward, a familiar voice made them look sideways.

"I am Clay, don't you recognize me?"

When Clay approached, the two immediately recognized that he was one of their fishman street leaders, Lord Clay.

"Brother Clay, you're back."

"Brother Clay, where have you been these days?"

"Yeah, there's been a lot of chaos in Fishman Street lately."

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Clay learned about the current situation from the two people's conversation.

It turned out that after he went out to sea, his territory immediately became chaotic, and a larger-scale fight was triggered.

And now there is no one in the Fishman tribe who can stand alone, and now there is a sense of dividing the world into three parts.

This has led to the chaos continuing to this day and has not ended.

After learning about the current scene, Clay's face showed a sad expression. He couldn't bear to watch his compatriots continue to kill each other.

"Don't worry, I'm back, I will solve all this."

"Take me to find the current boss."

The two turned their heads and looked at each other.

"Master Clay, please come this way." ．

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In a house with only a few candles, it was full of fishmen of all sizes. They were of different sizes, but they all seemed very quiet.

Clay sat at the largest round table in the middle, folded his hands and looked at them.

"I'm done talking."

Reg opened his mouth wide, somewhat incredulous.

He didn't expect that Clay actually joined the Rocks Pirates and is now the right-hand man of the captain of the Sixth Division. The impact of this matter is no less than a blow to them.

You know, although they are in the dark seabed, the news from outside can also be transmitted in. It has long been known that the second half of the Grand Line has been completely returned.���The Rocks Pirates are the only one in the world, and no one has dared to challenge the Rocks Pirates.

"I'll join."

Quinn looked at Clay in disbelief. In his impression, Clay followed the Ryan Pirates at first, but how come he became the Rocks Pirates in the blink of an eye.

"Clay, I remember you didn't join the Ryan Pirates?"

Clay simply told him what happened.

"I didn't expect you to have experienced such a thing."

"That's all in the past."

"Okay, what do you think of my idea?"

Clay brought the topic back to everyone.

"I think it's okay."

"Yes, I think it's okay."

Some fishmen who were tired of fighting expressed their thoughts one after another. They didn't want to keep fighting, but the current environment forced them to fight.

"After all, the Rocks Pirates are now the most powerful pirate group on the sea."

"Joining such a pirate group, safety should be guaranteed."

Most fishmen consider safety. After all, their value in the black market is still more than tens of millions of Baileys, so they have to consider it carefully.

Clay looked at the crowd and realized that he would not get any good results for a while.

"Those who are willing to go with me, pack up and go out to sea with me tomorrow."

"I will wait for you at the exit of Fishman Street tomorrow."

"Okay, that's it for today. Think about it carefully."

Clay was a little tired. After issuing the ultimatum, he turned around and walked out of the tavern.

He believed that many people would choose to go with him.