Pirates: The Greatest Scoundrel in Navy History

Red Earth Continent.

Holy Land Marijoa, Pangu City Council Hall.

"Is your action too risky this time?"

Saint Fegalando Gegulin sat on the soft leather sofa with his legs crossed, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand.

He took a sip of tea and said lightly:

"With the character of that kid Doflamingo, he doesn't seem like someone who can forget hatred."

"That kid shot his own father when he was only 10 years old and brought the latter's head back to the Holy Land Marijoa... Tsk tsk tsk tsk, I still remember the blood on the Stairs of Heaven that day."

He suddenly laughed.

"Of course, what impressed me more was the wonderful expression on his face when he risked everything to return to the Holy Land and become a Celestial Dragon again, and was rejected by you."

"That expression of giving everything but not being able to change anything, that expression of 'I killed my father for nothing'."

"... Such a crazy kid, let him be my deputy, sometimes I really doubt whether you don't trust me and let him mess with me."

Saint Satan glanced at him and sneered:

"Gegrin, if we don't trust you, we will never let you sit on the position of the leader of the Knights of God."

"As for Doflamingo, you are right, his personality is somewhat uncontrollable, but in terms of the current situation, he is the most reasonable candidate."

Saint Vorchuli said slowly:

"The battle of Firsek Island, coupled with the Marijoa incident... caused heavy losses to the elite Celestial Dragon class, and the young generation of the Knights of God's reserve almost They were completely slaughtered by Rogers Darren and his North Sea Fleet. "

"You should be very clear about this situation."

"Although Doflamingo has personality problems, he has the blood of the Celestial Dragons in his body after all, and since he became one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, his forces have become increasingly powerful, and he has even fought against the Big Mom Pirates and the Whitebeard Pirates many times without losing. "

"In addition to his identity as the Dark Emperor of the Underworld, Doflamingo has shown enough value."

Fegalando Gorgrin shrugged and said indifferently:

"I guess this is not the final reason why you chose Doflamingo? Putting an unstable factor that is hostile to the World Government and hates you in the core position of the Holy Land, these reasons alone are far from enough. "

"-You need a butcher knife."

Nasujuro, who had been concentrating on wiping the black demon sword with his head down, suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse and cold.

"Me?"

Saint Fegalando Gegulin was stunned, somewhat confused.

Saint Vocuri slowly stood up from the sofa, his black robe fell off behind him, and he exuded the majesty of a superior who controlled everything.

His deep and old eyes flashed with wisdom.

"For eight hundred years, the World Government has ruled the sea for eight hundred years. While accumulating infinite resources, it has also nurtured a large group of termites in the Holy Land."

His voice was as cold as a sharp blade in winter, and his eyes seemed to penetrate the walls and gates, looking far away at the land of the gods where countless celestial dragons lived.

"The once powerful 'god' clan has now all become good-for-nothings, ugly things like pigs."

"It's the same world noble hunting competition. Twelve years ago, the Valley of Gods at least had a 'king' like you, Fergalandu Gegulin, but twelve years later, Firthek can't even find a slightly bright seedling."

"The kid in your family was even more self-righteous and provoked Rogers Daren, and finally his head was chopped off."

Hearing this evaluation, Saint Fergalandu Gegulin did not comment.

Of course, he knew the nature of his nephew. He had talent. Although he was not as good as a real monster, he was also a genius. It was just that he was spoiled too much by his parents, so he looked down on others and even often used his name to bully others in the Holy Land.

As for the fact that the kid died in the hands of Rogers Daren, he thought it was normal and didn't even have the idea of ​​revenge.

Too weak, inferior in skills, dead is dead, nothing to say.

"So? What does this have to do with you finding Doflamingo?"

Saint Fergalando Gorgrin asked casually:

"As for the butcher's knife, I have one myself."

As he spoke, he patted the rapier with a griffin-shaped hilt hanging on his waist.

"No, your sword is used to intimidate the enemy."

Saint Vorchury shook his head.

"The Holy Land has been peaceful for a long time, even in the north.The fleet also failed to sober up the compatriots in the Land of the Gods. "

"The Gods... need a thorough reform!"

"Strict laws, clear training system, and equal military training for every young generation of Celestial Dragons!"

"In that case, let Doflamingo play his role."

"Doesn't he want to take revenge on those Celestial Dragons who rejected and laughed at him in the past? Joining the Knights of God is a good choice. He will have the power of trial and law enforcement."

Saint Fegalando Gorgorin listened quietly, glanced at the Five Elders, and suddenly laughed.

"Then what?"

"Let Doflamingo's hands be stained with the blood of Celestial Dragons, so that my hands as the leader can remain clean?"

"Wait until the reform is over, and then kick him away who is the target of public criticism?"

Saint Satan said lightly:

"Without the prey, the butcher knife naturally cannot be kept. "

"...At that time, he will play his final role and complete the final mission."

"Hehe."

Fegarando Gegulin smiled and said with interest:

"But have you ever thought that perhaps the five old men are the Celestial Dragons that Doflamingo wants to kill the most?"

However, what he didn't expect was that,

As he finished speaking, the five elders all showed a meaningful smile on their faces at the same time.

"Of course we know."

"That's why we have to keep him by our side and in front of us."

"Be close to your friends, and even closer to your enemies...isn't it? "

……

At the same time.

New World, Wano Country.

Onigashima Laboratory.

As Darren hung up the Den Den Mushi call, he couldn't help but laugh.

It seems that the young generation of elite Celestial Dragons in the Holy Land has indeed been killed off by him.

The Five Elders had to recall Doflamingo, the "blood of Celestial Dragons" who had "wandered outside for many years".

Although this matter seems to be a little strange, in the end, it is probably that Darren and the Five Elders are playing a game of chess on Doflamingo.

Darren exhaled slowly, turned his head, and a stunned face occupied the entire field of vision.

"He, he called you... Godfather?"

Drag stared at Darren with his eyes wide open, as if he had seen a ghost.

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