There's always someone who thinks about my vests and they're fighting

Naval Headquarters, Marlin Vandeau.

In the office, Sengoku is on the phone.

"Ten full days have passed since the 'Magic Clown' escaped from the Chambord Islands..." Sengoku watched the phone bug that changed into a blue pheasant in front of him and gritted his teeth, "Don't tell me you haven't found him yet!"

"Ah la la, what's this..." Kuzan's eyes wandered, and he quickly found an excuse to prevaricate, "'Magic Clown' is a space-type ability user after all, if you don't want people to find you, it's easy to do it, right? Maybe the 'magic clown' hid in some other space after leaving Chambord Islands..."

"Don't make excuses! The World Government has transferred the door fruit ability user in CP9 to assist you. As long as you use the door fruit ability reasonably, even if the 'magic clown' hides in a different space, you can open a door all the way." Find the past!" Warring States looked serious, and said in a deep voice, "Dr. Vegapunk is very interested in the fruit ability of 'Magic Clown', claiming that if he can study the fruit ability of 'Magic Clown', he may have a way to further improve it. The mobility and combat effectiveness of pacifists will also be of great help and inspiration to other research. You know the value of Dr. Vegapunk, and the Navy must meet his research needs to the greatest extent. All in all, the five elders Xing has issued an ultimatum, and within a month, the 'magic clown' must be captured alive."

"……understood."

Kuzan put away the phone bug, was silent for a while, and couldn't help sighing: "Troublesome, really troublesome..."

In fact, during the call with Sengoku, Kuzan hid one thing.

During these ten days, Kuzan did not find any traces of the "magic clown" at all. On the contrary, he not only found the "magic clown", but also had a brief encounter with the other party.

No, to be precise, it was not Kuzan who discovered the "magic clown", but the "magic clown" took the initiative to find Kuzan.

At that time, Kuzan broke away from the main force searching for the "magic clown" and rode his bicycle alone on the sea.

The sea he rode over quickly froze and melted after he left.

Suddenly, a walking stick landed in front of Kuzan and stuck straight into the ice.

Immediately afterwards, the white magic cloak was raised in the air, and the silver-haired and golden-eyed magician descended from the sky. He stepped on the cane with the toe of his left foot, lightly, as if weightless, and swung his right foot freely a few times. The people leaned forward and back together, pretending to be funny standing unsteady, and then laughed and waved to Kuzan to say hello: "Mr. Navy, it's the first time we meet, I don't think I need to introduce myself? Then, the next step is the questioning session!" Does Mr. Navy like clown performances? Hahahahaha—"

Kuzan raised his eyes and glanced at Gogol. He didn't answer Gogol's question, but murmured in a low voice: "I actually delivered it to my door..."

As Kuzan's voice fell, the bone-chilling icicle quickly spread upwards along the position where the cane pierced the ice surface.

"...'Magic Clown'!" Kuzan exhaled expressionlessly.

"Woohoo——" Gogol opened his arms, leaned back, performed a flexible backflip, and landed lightly on the ice. He raised his head and squinted at Kuzan with a condemning expression, "It's too rough. , Mr. Navy, you must know that the clown is not a combatant..."

After casually complaining, Gogol seemed to have completely ignored Kuzan's attack, and approached happily: "Hey, let's have a chat, Mr. Navy, I'm curious, what is your justice? Woolen cloth?"

Kuzan glanced at the cane that was frozen in the ice, but said nothing, the cold air exhaled from his mouth condensed into an ice knife, he swung the knife without hesitation and slashed at Gogol.

"Don't you want to say it?" Gogol nimbly dodged the blow, flung his cloak, and asked with a smile, "Or, in fact, you have already doubted the justice trapped in the cage of the world government? Mr. Navy. "

Kuzan put away his skates. He didn't try to attack Gogol again. After a moment of silence, he asked calmly, "...are you the Revolutionary Army? 'Magic Clown' Gogol."

"If you want the clown to answer your question, you have to answer the clown's question first, Mr. Navy."

The smile on Gogol's face seemed particularly meaningful to Kuzan.

"Is my justice?" Kuzan stared at Gogol, thought for a while, and gradually became lazy, and actually began to answer Gogol's question, "For justice, people with different positions will have different opinions. Is it a matter of course? I will never question the justice of others, nor will I allow others to hinder my justice."

Gogol couldn't help puffing his cheeks when he heard the words, and seemed a little dissatisfied: "Ha! Are you trying to perfuse me with an answer that avoids the most important and does not hurt? How cunning, Mr. Navy."

"Ah la la, how could it be perfunctory? This is what I think from the bottom of my heart." Kuzan said lazily with his eyelids drooping, "It's your turn, brother Gogol, are you a revolutionary army? "

"Oh, well, I'm not too sure about whether I'm in the revolutionary army or not." Gogol pretended to be distressed, and before he could maintain it for a second, he raised his head and laughed loudly, " ...I lied to you! Clowns like to ask questions, but -- friendly reminder: no matter what questions you have, don't ask clowns lightly! Because clowns don't know which of their own words is true and which is false. I won't be able to sleep!"

...How can you tell such a frank thing about deceiving people?Who can be fooled by this?

... Ah, no, this kind of ambiguous words, whether they are deceiving or not, are equally unpredictable, right?

Kuzan was a little speechless, before saying after a while: "You are such a weirdo, brother Gogol."

Gogol laughed and applauded, approving Kuzan's evaluation: "That's right, Mr. Navy, I'm a weirdo who looks the same!"

"A weird person who looks the same?" Kuzan narrowed his eyes, "I always feel that you seem to have something to rely on, do you think I can't catch you alone?"

Gogol did not answer Kuzan's question, but still laughed to himself.

"Then, brother Gogol, the time for chatting is over—"

Kuzan suddenly stretched out his palm, and several icicles shot towards Gogol's direction, condensing into a huge ice ball, freezing Gogol in it.

In the next second, Gogol, who was frozen in the puck, disappeared out of thin air.

The silver-white slender braids swung in a beautiful arc in the air, and Gogol lightly landed on the ice puck, the corners of his mouth habitually raised slightly, but his tone was somewhat resentful: "It's obvious that we had a good conversation just now... It's so embarrassing." Recognition, Mr. Navy."

"Hey, I don't think we ever had a good time talking..." Kuzan retorted and murmured, "Sure enough, being frozen in an IceBall won't affect your control over the space..."

"The good time is always so short. Although I am happy to continue chatting with you, it is a pity that your companions are coming soon, so let's talk next time, Mr. Navy."

Gogol waved his hand with a smile, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and appeared next to Kuzan in a flash, and added softly: "By the way, before leaving, I have a small piece of advice, the navy... no , Mr. Kuzan, since you have long been confused about the justice of the navy under the rule of the world government, why don't you try to leave the navy and take a look at the outside world? In this free and vast sea, not only the navy can represent Justice! Don't you want to find that answer?"

"Ice Time!" Kuzan quickly let out air-conditioning without hesitation, but Gogol's voice disappeared out of thin air, and even the cane that Kuzan had frozen in the ice before disappeared.

Kuzan stood there, silent for a moment, pushing his bicycle, and walked forward step by step. The traces of fighting on the ice behind him quickly melted and disappeared into the sea.

"Polusalino is right, it's scary, 'magic clown'..." The murmur sounded as if talking to himself, drifting in the wind.

For some reason, Kuzan subconsciously didn't want to tell the story, but the words of the "magic clown" planted a seed in his heart, and the hazy thought seemed to gradually become clearer.

...Ah la la, let's have a look again, if it really doesn't work, just give it a try.On the deck of the warship, Kuzan sighed insignificantly, pulled down his blindfold silently, put aside the words of the Warring States Period, and continued to catch up on sleep.

New World, Moby Dick.

This is a very special day.

Just today, the captain of the second team of the Whitebeard Pirates, Fire Fist Ace, and the captain of the fourth team, Sage, fought side by side and subdued the Dikalban brothers who came to challenge.

Afterwards, Sage, who also served as the head chef of the Whitebeard Pirates, went to a nearby island to buy some condiments to prepare for the banquet to welcome the newcomers at night.

Something unexpected happened.

As soon as he got back to the boat, Sach excitedly took out an unknown devil fruit: "Ace! Look what I found!"

"You're lucky, Sage!" Ace stretched out his arms and hooked Sage's shoulders carelessly, and looked curiously at the devil fruit in Sage's hand, "It's a devil fruit I've never seen before, you want to eat it ?"

Marshall D. Teach, who was helping to carry the wine, inadvertently caught a glimpse of the devil fruit in Sage's hand, his pupils constricted violently, and his footsteps stopped.

That is... that is the secret fruit that he has dreamed of for many years!

Tikki held his breath and pricked up his ears, waiting for Thatch's answer.

"Here, because I'm not sure what type of devil fruit it is, so I haven't decided whether to eat it or not." Sach laughed heartily, "If not, it's not bad to change it to Bailey to buy wine for Dad Well."

idiot!That is the dark fruit!

However, if Saatchi chooses to sell, he can follow suit and snatch it from the buyer...

Tiki swallowed his saliva, moved the barrel and continued to move forward, trying his best to hide the greedy look in his eyes.

at this time--

"Gu la la la la..." Whitebeard raised a barrel of wine, took a sip, and then laughed loudly, "Good boy, eat it yourself! Although the devil fruit in your hand is not sure what it is, But it seems to be mostly natural. Don’t talk about selling it for wine, you know, I can see my sons grow up, but it’s more refreshing than drinking good wine!”

"Got it, Dad!" Thatch responded with a smile, "Let me think about it again."

...is it still going to go there?

Tiqi leaned in the corner, pretending to be resting, lowered his head, his eyes were full of ambition and fleeting killing intent: I'm sorry, Saqi, for my dream...

On the deck, Marco looked up at White Beard helplessly: "The banquet hasn't started yet, drink less, daddy..."

White Beard put down the wine barrel in his hand with a guilty conscience, and said stiffly: "I just smelled the wine..."