Chapter Twenty-Three: The Promise of the Last Life

On the quiet deck, Qingcheng looked at the passenger ship that was still standing alone, and couldn't help scratching his head and muttering, "It seems that I have overplayed!"

The next moment, there were two more "ding" sounds, and Qingcheng, who put away Diluo's two knives, had already walked towards the wheelhouse, there was no way if he didn't go to open the boat, then the ship would be completely out of the channel, as for why he put away Diluo's two knives, it was just because Qingcheng wanted the other party to wake up and find him later.

Time flies like this, and I have to say that Qingcheng, who has never been in charge of the rudder, still drives the entire passenger ship to the left and right even if he occupies the permanent pointer of the helmsman, but no matter what, the passenger ship under his control is not far from the channel.

"Interesting. ”

In the wheelhouse, Qingcheng, who had completely fallen into self-indulgence, was looking at the direction of the permanent pointer at this time, and at the same time watching the rough sea in the field of vision in front of him, turning the rudder from side to side.

"Step!"

"Stomp!"

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps kept sounding, and then I heard the taste of Qingcheng here not looking back: "You wake up, do you want to come to me to retrieve your weapon?"

"Of course!"

At this time, Di Luo, who stopped at the door, spoke: "But before that, I still have to warn you, if you don't stop the ship or drive it properly, maybe all the people on the deck will be thrown into the sea, and I think you should thank the designer of this ship, otherwise these passengers would have gone to heaven a long time ago." ”

"What?"

Hearing this, Qingcheng couldn't help but stiffen, and then he reacted, winked at Di Luo, and then naturally let go of the rudder and smiled: "So, what are you going to use to redeem your knife?"

“……”

"Is it really okay to change the topic without even saying thank you?" Di Luo looked at Qingcheng's appearance and couldn't help but be speechless for a while, but when he thought that these were two famous knives, he still said: "So, what can you do to return the knife to me?"

"When I was my entourage. ”

Qingcheng looked at him and said.

There is also a reason for letting the other party be his entourage, first, the other party should really be the grandson of Berat, second, with the strength of the other party, if he goes to the New World to find Whitebeard, it is estimated that more than 90% will die, and third, since the other party went to the New World to find Whitebeard because of himself, then Qingcheng certainly can't watch him die, and fourth, he does lack one or two retinues by his side.

“……”

Di Luo, who heard Qingcheng's words, was slightly stunned, and then smiled: "It's okay to be your entourage, but I'll only be your retinue for three months, after all, I can't be your retinue for life." ”

"Oh!"

"Then your salary is really high!"

Qingcheng looked at him playfully and smiled: "Don't think I don't know what the name of these two knives is, this is the Takekawa Ichishu of the twenty-first work of the Great Quick Knife, and the Demon Knife Zezong who ranks higher than the second generation of the Oni Che series, the value of these two knives is about fifteen million Bailey, which means that your monthly salary in the past three months is at least 10 million Bailey, do you think your strength can get such a high salary?"

"Huh!"

The next moment, Di Luo couldn't help but feel embarrassed when he heard this, but at the moment when he was about to speak, Qingcheng had already thrown his double knives over and said, "Of course, as the grandson of Doctor Bolat, it is reasonable for you to receive such a high salary." ”

"Smack"

Di Luo, who subconsciously took the double knife, looked at Qingcheng and said: "I don't like to hear what you say, although my salary is a little higher, but I can be responsible for telling you that I can not only be your thug but also be your personal doctor." ”

Qingcheng pointed to the helmsman who was still unconscious on the side and said, "Then your task now is to wake him up, and please call me Lord Harvis in the future." ”

"Your Excellency?"

Diro's face darkened.

"Not bad. Qingcheng replied with a teachable look, and then walked leisurely towards the door, and after a while, only Di Luo, who was full of black lines, remained in the wheelhouse.

"Hmm"

"What's the situation!"

Qingcheng, who had just walked out of the wheelhouse, couldn't help but be stunned when he looked at the passengers who filled the passage, and then he couldn't help but show a smile when he wanted to understand something: "Ace Diro?

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The picture turned, on the deck, when Diro came to Qingcheng's side again, the passenger ship had set sail again, and Qingcheng was lying on the fence looking at the sea as before.

At this time, Di Luo on the side looked at Qingcheng and asked, "You are also a capable person, right?"

Qingcheng turned his head to look at him: "What did you call me just now?"

Diro's face darkened: "Lord Harvis." ”

"Hmm"

Qingcheng nodded with satisfaction: "I'm not a capable person, besides, you just said that you are too, does this mean that you yourself are also a capable person?"

"Hmm"

Di Luo nodded and followed: "When you doubted whether I was grandpa's grandson before, was it because you also knew that my grandpa had a terminal illness that could not bear children before. ”

"That's right!"

Qingcheng smiled and nodded: "Because in my cognition, even if he was cured by Dr. Qingcheng when he went to study "Stella Virus" with the world-famous doctor Qingcheng and another doctor 28 years ago, then his son is now at most 26 years old since he came back, and you should look seventeen or eighteen years old now, so if you calculate that twenty-six minus seventeen equals nine, how can a nine-year-old child be a father." ”

Di Luo smiled slightly, and said: "Then Lord Harvis, how about we make a deal, I will tell you the reason for this, and as a price from now on, I will call you sir, what do you think." ”

"Not very good. ”

Qingcheng looked at him and said, and then explained: "26 years ago, I promised your grandfather to visit him in his hometown when he had time, so I will go to your hometown to see your grandfather next, because you just need to ask when the time comes." ”

"Please don't insult my IQ!"

Di Luo looked at Qingcheng with a disdainful expression: "After all, you just don't believe that I am the grandson of Berat and want to confirm it, and besides, do you need to lie like this? You are the new famous Seven Martial Seas!"

"Heart congestion!"

Qingcheng looked at Di Luo's heart, what he said was indeed true, twenty-six years ago, he did promise to the two doctors who worked with him to study the "Stella Virus" that he would go to their hometown to see them when he had time, but later after he went to sea, he forgot because he was bent on finding Whitebeard's traces, no, he didn't remember until now that he changed his original itinerary to go to Mancros Island, the hometown of Berat.

"How?"

"Lord Weiss, is there nothing to say?" At this time, watching the silent Qingcheng Diluo exert his poisonous tongue attribute and mocked.

“……”