Sherlock sat in an ornate chair, his legs crossed, his hand playing with the crosssword that had just been around his neck. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He flexed his fingers and flicked it towards the spine of the sword, and the bright silver body of the cross sword trembled slightly, and a subtle and melodious sound came out.

"It's a good sword. ”

Sherlock exclaimed, although he was not comparable to a sword master like Dusty in terms of swords, but a certain spectacle could clearly understand how skilled the forging of this cross sword was.

"Interesting, it seems that your hometown has a very good forging skill. ”

Maya didn't reply, at this time she had been untied by the sorcerer, and was kneeling on the stall, looking pitifully at her titular "master", looking like a bully.

Glancing at the blue-haired girl, Sherlock placed the sword in his hand on the table and gently pushed his glasses.

After the interrogation just now, a certain glasses also learned that Maya's previous weak performance on the auction table was really not pretending, but her usual personality was like this.

Only when she holds the sword in her hand will the blue-haired girl show her strong and brave side.

And just like Sherlock learned in the Caro auction house before, Maya comes from a kingdom called [Ascar], which is not a member of the world government, and it is very closed, and there are very few people who dare to venture to the sea like her.

Sherlock was not surprised by this, after all, this ocean is too vast, and there are as many islands as stars in the sky, even if the world government has been established for more than 800 years, there are still many countries like the Kingdom of Askar.

(But that's not the point, I just want to know where that strange feeling came from!)

Sherlock was a little depressed now, because he was surprised to find that he couldn't feel the same feeling from Maya at this time.

"Is that all the stuff in your bag?"

Sherlock pointed to the hill-like pile of debris behind Maya, who he imagined that the space inside Maya should be a strange "gadget" that attracted him. But the pile of miscellaneous items were some food and various daily necessities needed to go to sea, which disappointed a curious glasses.

(Could it be...... Was that strange feeling really my delusion?)

Sherlock had always trusted his instincts, but this time he was a little shaken.

"Well, it's all ......"

Maya nodded like garlic, but she really didn't know much about lying, and her big watery eyes revealed her true thoughts in the depths of her heart.

"You're lying. ”

Sherlock said coldly, he gently pushed his glasses, and the dusty lenses reflected two miserable white lights, and the blue-haired girl trembled subconsciously.

"Take out what you've hidden. ”

"But......" Maya's face turned unnatural, "but something is very important to me......"

"Take it out. One of the glasses repeated in a flat tone as he stretched his hand forward.

Maya was about to cry when she saw this, but she was forced by Sherlock's tough attitude to grit her teeth and comply.

Hmmm――

The familiar white light flashed again, and Maya's hand suddenly had an extra thing, her face flushed and she slapped something hard into the hand of a glass, and then covered her face with both hands, and there was a faint green smoke rising above her head.

Sherlock was puzzled by Maya's strange reaction at first, but when he looked at the object in his hand expectantly, his expression suddenly became extremely strange.

It was a piece of intimate clothing made of a small piece of white fabric, in the shape of a triangle, and the soft fabric should have been pleasant to the touch, but Sherlock felt like a pinprick.

(This...... ）

A certain glasses retracted his gaze, raised his head a little stiffly, and looked at Maya's appearance of being greatly humiliated, and his heart was like a hundred thousand sea kings roaring wildly.

As the saying goes, the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment, and even a person like Sherlock has an urge to scold at this time!

"This piece is ...... This thing is the last thing left in your space?!" Sherlock's mouth twitched slightly.

The blue-haired girl nodded while covering her face.

After repeatedly confirming that Maya was indeed not lying this time, Sherlock threw the girl's underwear in his hand on the table, helplessly holding his forehead with his hand, and his eyes were full of disappointment that could not be concealed.

(Well, I guess I was delusional.) ）

Sherlock let out a long sigh, after all, he had vaguely mirrored a Devil Fruit not long ago, and even his memory was blurred, and it would be understandable if there was something wrong with his perception.

And since he couldn't get the results he wanted, there was no need for Sherlock to stay in this room full of roses.

(It's stupid...... ）

One of the glasses pinched his swollen eyebrows and was about to get up to leave, but he glanced at Maya, the nominally slave girl, and took out a stack of Berry from the mirror space and placed it on the table.

"You go, take the money. ”

"I hope you won't be captured as a slave next time......"

After speaking, Sherlock didn't wait for Maya to respond, the fruit ability was activated, and the whole person slowly disappeared.

“？”

The blue-haired girl, whose brain was in chaos due to extreme shame, was stunned for a moment when she heard this, and then she hurriedly looked up and was stunned to find that the man with glasses had already flown away.

"He means to say, 'I'm free?'"

Maya blinked blankly, things were so sudden that she had a feeling of inauthenticity.

She wiped the tears from her face, stood up, picked up the sword on the table, and looked the richly decorated room from side to side, keeping her guard for fear that the man with glasses would return.

But after a while, Sherlock still didn't return, and Maya couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Only then did she become convinced that she was truly free now.

"What a strange guy......"

Maya looked at the stack of Berry on the table, and her expression became extremely complicated.

…………

After leaving the hotel, Sherlock took out his pocket watch to confirm the time, and found that there was still a long way to go before Luffy's planned beef party.

So he found a quiet café, sat down by the window, and ordered a cup of coffee.

Sherlock doesn't like coffee as much as Robin, he actually prefers black tea on weekdays.

But when the mood is not very good, Sherlock likes to be alone with a cup of fragrant coffee, which he feels is very effective in adjusting his mood and relieving stress.

While relaxing, a certain glasses has been listening intently to the conversations of other customers in the coffee shop, silently collecting information.

Like a black-bellied woman, this is one of the habits that Sherlock has developed over the years.

"Hey, about this death match, which pirate group you bought won?"

Sitting at a table behind one of the glasses, a well-dressed merchant asked his two companions, "Wouldn't it be a poker pirate too?"

Sherlock, who was blowing hot air from his coffee cup, paused, and a gleam flashed in his eyes under the lenses.

"That's natural. ”

Another merchant spread his hands and said, "After all, the Great Bear King-Bills is recognized as the strongest pirate among Hannabal's many registered pirates, and his bounty is 150 million Bailey!"

"I guess even if the Fish-Man Captains of the Fish-Man Alliance are combined, I am afraid that they will only have a slight advantage in fighting him. ”

(The playing card pirates, it should be the pirates who bought Maya as a slave, right?)

Sherlock's expression was a little subtle, this sea area is so big, that Nizi can actually fall into the hands of the strongest pirate here, this character is really no one!

"Cut, you two, the information is a little outdated. ”

A bearded merchant glanced disdainfully: "The Great Bear King may indeed be the strongest pirate in Hannabal, but who told you that all the pirates in this competition are from Hannabar?"

"Oh?" x2

The other two merchants were stunned for a moment, and then said in disbelief: "What do you mean, could it be ......?"

"I don't know if you've heard of the [Straw Hat Pirates] that have been in the limelight lately?"

The bearded merchant stroked his beard with an unfathomable expression: "Although the bounty of their captain [Straw Hat] is not as good as that of the Great Bear King, it is also over 100 million, not to mention, there is also a [Sorcerer] under him whose bounty is close to breaking 100 million." ”

"According to the latest information I have received, the Straw Hat Pirates also signed up for the competition not long ago!"

The bearded man's eyebrows fluttered, but he didn't know that it was nearby, and the "sorcerer with a bounty close to breaking 100 million" in his mouth almost choked on coffee when he heard this.

(It's stupid...... ）

In fact, before going to the auction, Sherlock had learned that there was a traditional event called the Death Race, and he also felt that according to his own funny captain's urine nature, the latter would probably go to join in the fun.

But Sherlock never expected that things would develop so suddenly, and that idiot captain actually signed up in a daze!

(Looks like I shouldn't really have any expectations from Luffy in this kind of thing.) Sherlock closed his eyes, smiled wryly and shook his head.

At this moment, Sherlock suddenly felt something, and he looked in the direction of the street through the spotless glass of the coffee shop, and immediately met the eyes of the two men.

The two, one with short dark blue hair, a crisp and capable white suit, and a knife pinned to his waist, were waving his hand vigorously at a certain glasses in surprise.

Another bearded man in speckled jeans was also carrying a long knife on his shoulder, and his slightly gloomy face had a very indifferent expression.

Under the brim of his furry hat, a pair of eyes with heavy black bags narrowed slightly, his gaze seemed lazy, but when he looked at the sorcerer, it was full of scrutiny.

"Rowick?" Sherlock said in surprise.

Since the farewell of Mogu Town, he really didn't expect to meet the blue-haired traveler here again.

(But who is the fur-hatted stranger next to him?)

Through a layer of glass, Sherlock silently looked at each other.

Then a certain glasses keenly noticed that the man with the fur hat and a gloomy face was inexplicable to him......

Hostile enough!