One Piece's Exile

Into such a gentle and strong emotion.

This is probably the happiest thing for me who has lost everything now.

The floor is paved with bluestone, and the road is inlaid with fine rubies on both sides.It is said that this is the spoils of war that the kingdom defeated Darius a hundred years ago.

A fountain made of emerald stone bricks is built at the intersection of each avenue.

Platinum-gold rays of light splashed from the clear streams and springs, reflecting the gentle faces of the people.

Row upon row of tall pointed buildings and low residential houses, the bustling yelling and selling in the market can be heard endlessly.

This is the most prosperous city-state on the border of Tragnes, Crewe City.

This main city is the economic and trade center of the kingdom, and it is faintly rivaling the royal city.

And the owner of this continent, Tragnes.

So far, it is the oldest country in the South China Sea with a history of thousands of years.

Here has the most distant history and the most oral customs.

Looking at the land that gave birth and raised him, Gran sighed slowly in his heart.

"I'm back, motherland."

At this time, Su He, who had already received the news of the Red Heart Pirates' landing, sent away all the visiting personnel.

He was sitting alone on the throne, with his right hand holding his cheek, tilting his head, as if he was thinking about something and waiting for something.

Soon, several figures appeared in the palace and in front of the throne.

A well-mannered middle-aged man, a blond young man showing his talents, and a strong and strong man in his prime.

They stared directly at Suhe on the high throne, the red and black robes wrapped his body tightly, and the pair of red pupils against the background were even more permeable.

"You are here."

Su He said with a smile in his crisp youthful voice.

"I don't know what surprise you can bring us this time."

The middle-aged man standing at the front replied.

"It will be what you want, a legitimate representative of Orthodoxy. To serve as a shield to your charge and a banner to wave your cry."

Su He blinked, the scarlet color seemed to be smudged, revealing a trace of weirdness, and the opal-like pupils inadvertently shrunk.

"That is...?"

The middle-aged man thought for a while, and then said with some surprise.

"he?!"

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☆, Utopia

"Ah, it's that person."

The blond youth behind the middle-aged man exclaimed.He pointed to the huge picture frame behind Su He, which was an oil painting copied by the artist according to Gran's arrest warrant.

"Is that so?"

"Oh?"

Su He narrowed his eyes dangerously, and the frightening aura he exuded quickly disappeared.

"It's him. But, do you know each other?"

Su He's tone was obscure, like a gag blocked by plaster, it was difficult to guess what he was thinking in his heart now.

"It's just a one-sided relationship, maybe there are more than one side."

The middle-aged man Trangel replied politely, and continued.

"Then let's talk about business. You mean, you are willing to extradite this prince to our revolutionary army?"

Su He seemed to have heard some big joke, and giggled, clutching his stomach.

"Hahahahaha-"

"Extradition? That's too naive, revolutionary army cadre, don't you know how to play games after climbing to such a high position?"

Trangel frowned. Due to Su He's duke status and future cooperation, he asked politely.

"Doesn't this mean that the internal power system of our revolutionary army is not so corrupt?"

"Huh? Are you out of your mind?"

Su He seemed to be forced to laugh by a full-time clown. He felt that the high level of the revolutionary army in front of him was really idealized and terrifying.

No, you should think so.

The revolutionary army Drago took advantage of the corruption of the existing government and the long-standing disease of the kingdom to imprint this concept in the hearts of everyone who followed him.

The idea is that the world is broken from the very beginning, and that there are far more miserable people than happy ones.

Someone should stand up and change all this.

To overthrow this ridiculous regime.

To build an ideal world of freedom and equality.

Such a common concept is like a curse, and it is called the only creed by all those who believe in the Revolutionary Army.

Then they spread this idea all over the world, whether through civil unrest, guerrilla warfare, harassment, or general large-scale war, these ways of bringing disaster to the world are their clarion call for change and a strong statement of their purpose. .

It is precisely because of such a common goal that these people value glory very much, and they also look down on personal interests a lot.

That's why this man can be so idiotic to say that the power system is healthy.

what.

ridiculous.

This is just the simplest way of ruling, but of course it has to be admitted that it is effective.

A common sense of honor brings everyone together, and using this cohesion, everyone doesn't particularly care about power distribution and belonging.

What they have to do more is to prove themselves and contribute to the revolutionary cause.

After the dust settles and the revolution succeeds, what kind of cruel purge will it take?

Really looking forward to it.

Ah.

A bright red gleam flashed in Su He's eyes, the situation between his brows and eyes was changing, and his gestures and gestures revealed endless elegance and elegance.

"I suggest, Mr. Trangel, you can ask your Dorag leader, what kind of world does he want to build?"

And the words that came out of his mouth were arrogant and presumptuous, in stark contrast to that outstanding appearance.

People don't want to believe, what kind of rebellious ambition is hidden under such a noble appearance.

Su He pressed the tip of his tongue against the root of his teeth, thinking.

What kind of world?

Oh, I'm afraid Drago himself doesn't know.

Private ownership?Public ownership?imperialism?Petty aristocratism?Unionism?

Or...

The hottest and most unrealistic thing that has been hyped up by public opinion these years...

Utopia and utopia where everyone lives and works in peace and contentment?

Ah.

"Suddenly, I want to meet Drago..."

Su He murmured softly.

I want to question his unrealistic idealism.

Want to break him, break him, tear his self-confidence and reason.

"Mr. Su He? Mr. Su He?"

Sabo called the thinking Suhe with some dissatisfaction.

Su He raised his eyes and glanced at Sabo, and signaled them to continue talking without interest.

Those plans that seem to be indiscriminate, and innocent and pale ideals, are as childish as children's play.

No, the most good in this world is a child, and the most evil is also a child.

Unexpectedly, however, Trangel did not continue to discuss the matter of Prince Gran with him, but instead let Sabo answer as he wished.

"You are wrong, Mr. Suhe."

Sabo took off his top hat, bowed slightly, his posture was elegant and standard, like a nobleman born with noble status and elegant.

This made Su He's gloomy expression slightly brighter, and he stared at the boy curiously, like a poisonous snake playing with a golden magpie in its arms, with ease.

"What Mr. Dorag wants to build is definitely not a fantasy bubble, and it is definitely not a pure Utopia. You must have never experienced those things that have nowhere to go because of the times, and the people who have deserted because of the system. Dora What Mr. Ge wants is a world where tragedies can be eradicated from the root."

Sabo's voice is loud, his back is straight, and his golden hair shines brightly under the light.When Su He saw such a young man, the brilliance in his eyes seemed to add a little more.

"What kind of world is that?"

He followed the guidance, like a snake that vomits letters, luring evil and breeding unforgivable mistakes.

"A world where ordinary people can be happy. A world where universal laws and institutions really work."

Speaking of this, the figures of two children suddenly flashed in front of Sabo's eyes, and there was a burst of familiar laughter.

A laughing boy wearing a straw hat, a boy with freckles and single eyelids.

They run in the boundless virgin forest, fight together and encounter danger together, challenge the unknown together and save themselves from danger together.

Their once disease-free relatives live in their memories.

"what."

Sabo covered his head, shook his head, and quickly returned to normal.

Those flashy welcomes just now were immediately forgotten, because he had more important things to do.

This kingdom is a fulcrum for the power of the South China Sea and even the world government. Only by leveraging this seemingly insignificant fulcrum can we move one step closer to that ethereal but practical dream.

And many years later, when the memory is restored due to the strong stimulation caused by the death of an important person, whether Sabo regrets his choice at this moment is another matter.

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Double update, the second volume is over.

It was much faster than I thought. Basically, all kinds of clues and foreshadowing were buried, waiting to shine on the stage of Tragnes in the future.

I still feel unspeakable pain in my heart when I write about Esnisan, alas.

I haven't thought about the future update plan for the time being.Let's see the response, after all, I haven't coded the real core part, and the lazy cancer has defeated me.

Seeing this, if you like it, please support it with your little hands.

All kinds of methods are fine, such as irrigation mines or something, and there is no motivation to lie in despair.I really want to read the long commentary. If you write a long commentary, you can name a side story (if you are driving, you can only write the upper body), so you can’t shout.