Fairy’s Box

The moist sea breeze blew up on the balcony. Yalei, Bruno and the others were lying on the bench wearing summer shirts. They kept silent in tacit understanding, enjoying the cool coconut milk and the scalding sunshine.

"..."

Carla sat up on the bench, took a sip of coconut milk, and looked at the six roads. After confirming that there was no one around, she whispered:

"Boss, why did you reject Whitebeard?"

"Is that even a question?"

Yale raised his eyelids slightly, glanced at him lightly, looked at the blue sky, and said calmly:

"If I want to annex the power of the Whitebeard Pirates, why bother to help him heal. Whitebeard is the mainstay of the Uncharted Pirates. With him, the Uncharted Sea will not be chaotic. On the premise of peace, Only then will we have the opportunity to harmonize the forces of the pirates."

"But, is it really reliable to only use money..."

Cara shook her head, thinking of the ugliness of the pirate leaders when they opposed the setting of the basic salary, and she felt more and more that it was extremely unreliable to integrate the Uncharted Sea from the economic level.

"Just using money to solve problems will only be regarded as a fool."

The black-haired knight turned his head and glanced at him, his dark eyes flickered, and explained softly:

"The unified market is just an appearance. The profits made will gradually strengthen the pirate group. They will have more ships, guns and soldiers. On this basis, if Whitebeard can recover his health, plus our help, as long as If he thinks, he will definitely become the Pirate King."

"In this case, you can unite with the Whitebeard Pirates to attack Ghost Island! You want a ship, and Whitebeard needs a territory. Both sides get what they need, so the best of both worlds!"

Kara seemed to be enlightened, looking forward to the future with ecstatic brows, and then suddenly frowned again, reaching out and scratching her hair:

"However, what if Whitebeard doesn't want to be the Pirate King, or has no intention of attacking Ghost Island?"

"In case this happens..."

Yale raised his head, his pupils stared at the radiant sun, pursed his lips solemnly, and sighed abruptly: "I'm the only one who will be the Pirate King, rule the entire mysterious sea, and solve the stubborn problem of Ghost Island for them."

"One Piece?"

Bruno blinked his thick eyelashes, opened one eye, and wrapped a strand of hair around his slender fingers. At the same time, he turned to face the black-haired knight and smiled lightly:

"If you say that, I'm starting to look forward to the second option."

"it's the same."

The black-haired knight closed his eyes and said nothing.

At this moment, a sudden horn sound broke the calm inside and outside the castle, and everyone immediately turned over from the bench and rushed to the balcony to look down.

...

Outside the Whitebeard Castle, on the rocky ground with rolling waves.

"Woooooo!"

Amidst the rapid and sharp sound of the horn, a tall and thin figure turned his back to the sun and walked towards the castle alone. The long and narrow shadow cut the land behind him in half.

There was chaos inside and outside the castle. Archers in different clothes held bows and arrows, poured out of the castle one after another, pulled the bowstrings, and aimed at each other with rows of sharp arrow clusters.

In front of the archers team, a crowd of thousands of people is lining up neatly, and the pirates in different clothes are holding weapons such as spears, knives and axes, blocking the way forward.

"Stop him, stop him!"

"Dad is taking medicine now, don't let him get close to the castle!"

"Hurry up, go and inform all the bosses, and never let them get close to Dad!"

The hoarse roar of the pirates came from the team. They stood shoulder to shoulder, as if they could draw courage from their companions, raised their weapons, and formed a human wall to move forward slowly.

"..."

The red-haired man turned a blind eye and continued to move forward. The shadow of the backlight covered his face, so that the pirates could not see the expression of this man. Only a pair of star-filled eyes seemed to penetrate the obstacles of space and penetrate their hearts. .

Boom-boom-boom-!

The faint sound of footsteps gradually approached from the opposite side. The pirates did not shout, and all stopped silently, giving people a strange and inexplicable feeling.

In their nervous vision, the man opposite also stopped, facing the crowd of black people, standing there unmoved.

"I want to see Whitebeard, give me face."

The red-haired man looked at the pirate leaders at the head, and his voice was unexpectedly not hostile at all, but a different kind of bright and bright.

"No, I must not let him see his father at this time!"

A tendril pirate wearing a top hat and a blue-purple coat clenched his shoulders and spoke in a low voice.

"..."

The leader of the pirates, Margao, clenched his fists and stepped forward, looking at each other with sharp eyes, and said in a tone that could not be refused:

"Your Excellency Red Hair! There are no visitors here today, please come back another day."

"No guests?"

The redhead suddenly raised his tone, put one hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and pretended to be surprised: "Then what happened to the fleet of the Blackbeard Pirates in the port, is it possible... They are the spoils of your prisoners. ?"

"Blackbeard is a guest that Dad personally met, different from you."

While Margao spoke, there was a muffled buzzing sound on his body, and after each sound, a cyan flame would appear on his body.

This flame seems to be a part of his body, constantly assimilating the rest of his body, causing his body to undergo subtle changes, and it seems to swell and be much taller than before.

"Are you going to fight me?"

The redhead sighed slightly, the hair on his temples was windless, and a strong purple light gushed from the depths of his eyes. Like a dazzling flare, it instantly shone through all directions, radiating on the surrounding net aimed at him.

Whoosh-!

In an instant, all the pirates who were radiated by the strong purple light were shocked, their eyes became empty, without focus, as if their soul and vitality had been taken away, they fell to the ground without a word.

In less than a second, the encircling net for the red hair fell by a third, and in the remaining two-thirds, more than half of the pirates were trembling, and they could not even hold their weapons tightly.

"Redhead is not an opponent that can be defeated by numbers... You newcomers can't handle this, so hurry up and retire."

Margao took a step forward, and a pair of huge cyan fire wings suddenly condensed on his back. With a puff, he fanned the airflow and flew towards his opponent with a roar.

"..."

The red hair raised his face, and there was a trace of the deepest flash in his eyes. He exhaled, and instantly clenched the narrow long sword around his waist.

Chong——!

The flashing sword wind burst out with a dazzling light, and the air ripples rising into the sky penetrated like a slash, and the violent hurricane instantly drowned Margo.