In the depths of the Misty Forest, two figures were advancing rapidly, looking at the way the two of them were advancing without the slightest confusion, it seemed that the strange dense fog of the Misty Forest did not affect them in the slightest.

"So you're planning to use that fake seven-star sword to trick all the pirates who participated in the competition?"

Rowick glanced at a certain spectacle beside him and muttered, "Such a sinister plan is really in line with your previous style of doing things, but are you so sure that those pirates who participate in the competition will be fooled stupidly?"

"Definitely. ”

Sherlock nodded, sensed it with a domineering look, and then led Rowick in one direction to continue walking.

I have to complain, in the face of seeing and hearing the domineering, the so-called fog here is simply nothing. In other words, if you are still lost after seeing and hearing, this is the real "talent......

"Maybe some cautious people will be suspicious, but as long as most of them are attracted to the fake seven-star sword, then they can't help but think about what follows. ”

As he spoke, Sherlock pushed his eyes and said, "After all, many things are like this, and it is better to believe them than to believe them." ”

Rowick smacked his lips to himself, and then as if he had suddenly remembered something, he asked:

"By the way, according to your plan, if your companions take that fake seven-star sword and make an illusion that they are going to return to Hannah Baal by boat, then the rest of the pirates will naturally follow. ”

"The pirates who participated in the competition have all withdrawn, and the natives of Lost Island are naturally safe. But what about the navy? Didn't you just say that there was a navy lying in ambush on this island?"

A trace of doubt flashed in Lowwick's eyes, and he continued: "And I always feel that the death race held by the Oswald family this time has an air of conspiracy from the beginning to the end. ”

"Oh, can you even realize that?"

Hearing this, Sherlock looked at Rowick in surprise, and his eyes were very strange, as if he saw a chimpanzee reciting a multiplication formula table upside down, which made a blue-haired swordsman very sad.

"That's right, as you might guess, this death race is a complete conspiracy......"

Sherlock's expression became serious, and he whispered his summarization of information and inferences.

“…… The Oswald family betrayed their registered pirates in order to make a gesture of goodwill to the navy. But if they were just trying to get some help from the Navy, then there was no need for the Death Race to be held in such a strange place. ”

"At the extreme, the destination of this contest could even be set in a hidden naval base, so that no matter how many pirates participate, there will definitely be no return. ”

Lowwick shuddered violently, and said in his heart, "Chief, how can your routine be dirtier than the Oswald family's."

Not realizing that he was being frantically complained about by a certain blue-haired man, Sherlock continued to analyze as he walked:

"So we might as well boldly imagine that in fact, this conspiracy is not only for the pirates, but may even be ...... Navy!"

"Huh?!Navy?"

Rowick's eyes widened suddenly, and he subconsciously stopped and stood in place, puzzled:

"What are you kidding, President? Didn't you just say that the penguin had a request for the Navy? How could he ......?"

"Hear me out, Rowick. ”

Sherlock smiled and waved his hand as he walked forward on his own, the blue-haired traveler hurrying to follow.

"It's a simple reverse reasoning, if, I mean if, if the person who set up this bureau, he really counted the pirates along with the navy......"

"Then his purpose is a war, a war that takes place on Lost Island, and tens of thousands of pirates and the navy are killed in the dark and bloody!"

The sky before the thunderstorm was already black, and in the thick fog, Sherlock's somewhat muffled voice came, which made Rowick, a brave fellow, stand upside down when he heard it.

(When the crimson moon overflows again, the seven stars converge, and the black flame full of calamity will once again descend on mortals...... ）

For no reason, Rowick suddenly recalled this record about the Seven Star Holy Sword. Suddenly, as if a lightning bolt had crossed his mind, he realized something in an instant.

Sherlock turned his head and glanced at Rovic, and nodded: "Well, just like you imagined, the two warring sides in this war are likely to be the [sacrifices] prepared for the Seven Star Sword, and the ultimate goal of the person who laid out the plan should be the cursed holy sword." ”

"......" the blue-haired swordsman was silent.

It stands to reason that it would be nice to once again prove that the dream I had always dreamed of was indeed ahead. But thinking that for the sake of that seven-star sword, he actually needed so many lives as a sacrifice, Rovick's mood became complicated again.

Sherlock pushed his glasses calmly and said, "Of course, these are just my reasoning, and the specific situation depends on the information Robin obtained from the prince's tomb." ”

"But no matter what, the mastermind behind the scenes has an absolute advantage in the request for the Seven Star Sword. ”

"And taking advantage of intelligence, he calculated the pirates, calculated the navy, and borrowed the hands of the Oswald family to convey his will. In this way, even if the Navy knows that it has been sold, there are penguins to take the blame. ”

What's even more amazing is that the Navy and the Penguins seem to listen to him...... Rowick, do you understand what I mean?"

"Well, President, you want to say ......?"

Rowick swallowed his saliva with some difficulty, stretched out his finger and pointed to the sky, and subconsciously said softly:

"The real mastermind behind this incident is actually the world's ......"

Whoosh –

There was a terrible sound of breaking through the air, and Sherlock and Rowick's faces changed dramatically, and their bodies retreated sharply.

Then I saw a familiar ten-handed suddenly emerge from the dense fog, and slashed down hard, smashing a big hole where the two of them were standing before!

Boom!

"Damn, who is it!Why don't I have the slightest premonition of his attack?!"

Rowick gritted his teeth, pulled out the famous knife on his waist, and with a strong swing, the Wind Fruit ability was activated, and a whirlwind responded, blowing all the dense fog around him.

Then, the two saw the true face of the attacker.

With short white hair like steel needles, a white jacket, two signature cigars in the corners of his mouth, and a smoky body, a large group of heavily armed Navy soldiers lurked behind him,......

"Why are you an old smoking gun again?"

Rowick let out a wail, and although his fruit ability was very restrained by the white hunter's smoking fruit, it didn't mean that he liked to fight a natural ability.

"I see, I really didn't expect that in the thick fog, your smoke could actually block my perception, hehe, is this the so-called home advantage of the natural system?"

Sherlock's eyes narrowed slightly, just like a sand crocodile is incomparably powerful in the desert, every natural ability can exert extremely strong combat power in an environment that matches its attributes.

And the smoke produced by Smoker's elementalization in this dense fog concealed his and Rowick's unskilled sight and domineering, and even the breath of his men could be concealed together!

Although a certain glasses is also very puzzled why the fog can be regarded as the home of smoke, but maybe it is because it is all white, anyway, this foggy foggy forest is the home of the smoke man Smog!

(Nature...... It seems that this is the only way to go. ）

Sherlock pushed his eyes, and made a decision in his mind.

"Oh, this knife, this wind...... Hehe, you're the masked swordsman who helped the Straw Hats escape on Gaya Island, and I've finally caught you!"

As he spoke, Smoker looked away from the blue-haired swordsman with a pained look on his face and at Sherlock.

"And you, Socsetter, it's your luck that you didn't run into me when you were messing with the Straw Hat Boy at the G-8 Fortress. It's just that your good fortune is coming to an end today!"

The ten hands in the white hunter's hand waved forward, and the top of the inlaid sea tower stone pointed directly at a certain glasses that still looked calm.

"Hold it back, in this thick fog, you are definitely not my opponent!"

As he spoke, Smoker's body suddenly burst out of billowing white smoke, and the appearance of teeth and claws was entwined around, with the tall and sturdy figure of the white hunter, it really made the group of naval soldiers behind him look excited, and Colonel Smoker was really a hundred points at this time.

"I'll arrest your uncle! What are you pretending to be here, you white-haired old smoker!"

Rowick was unmoved, and he completely ignored the white hunter's suddenly darkened face, and cried out:

"In terms of your fruit ability, that scum-like attack power, in addition to being able to elementalize, where can you be called a natural department?

"And don't you know the current situation? There are two of us on our side, or do you think the gang of miscellaneous fish behind you can make any difference? I can beat them all down by myself!"

After the group taunted, the blue-haired swordsman turned his head to look at Sherlock and said with a smile:

"How about the president, the White Hunter will be handed over to you, and I will take care of the rest of the navy, how about it?"

Losers don't lose battles, although he just shouted very happily, but Rowick knew very well in his heart that there was naturally no weakling! So he was very undisciplined and wanted to throw the difficult bone of the white hunter to the sorcerer.

However, a certain glasses are much more undisciplined than him......

"......" Sherlock stood quietly and did not answer, still looking calm and calm.

Not to mention, his Taishan collapse in front of him is really quite bluffing, so much so that Smokerao is itchy by Rowick's angry teeth, and he doesn't dare to act rashly.

After a while.

"President?" Rowick asked softly with a slight uneasiness in his heart, and at the same time he didn't know if he was dazzled, he only felt that the figure of the "president" beside him was actually a little blurry.

So he reached out and was about to pat Sherlock on the shoulder, but then he saw the figure of a certain spectacle distort exaggeratedly and disappear into thin air!

Well, it's gone.

“(⊙o⊙)…”

Rowick's hand, which had just been raised, froze.

Now it seems that Sherlock left an illusion the moment after meeting the White Hunter, and his real body ran away.

In the face of such a dramatic development, Smoker was also stunned for a while, and when he reacted, he immediately burst out laughing.

"Hahahaha...... It seems that you are the one who doesn't know the current form. ”

“……”

Rowick turned his head mechanically, looked at Smoker's somewhat hideous face, and showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

Subsequently......

"President, you bastard!!"

The poignant voice of a blue-haired swordsman was heard far away, far away in the Misty Forest.

"It's stupid......"

With a light sigh, Sherlock continued to walk into the depths of the Mist Forest.