Small garden.

"I'm sorry!Mr.2 von Clay!" The crew couldn't help but retreat, their backs against the trunk of the tree, and looked at Mr. 2 with a look of trepidation.

The man was still wearing a swan ballet costume that had not changed for thousands of years, and looked at the crew in front of him with an unhappy expression.

"What a joke!"

"Who do you think I am!" the man straightened, revealing the hair on his calves.

"I'm a senior agent of the Baroque Workshop, and a crying child will shut up when he hears my name!"

"Navigator over there, come here!"

"It's... Yes!" The navigator, whose mouth was bleeding, trembled and walked up to the man, and von Clay pointed his index finger at the man's face, and said with an indignant expression:

"Let's talk about it again, what is 0-chan's order?!"

"Ahh

"What!" von Clay stared at the man with wide eyes, his mouth wide open, "Don't you know very well!"

Von Clay suddenly struck out and pushed the man against the trunk of the tree, staring at the man's eyes.

"Straight means straight, right?"

"So I set out from Alabastan to this [little garden], and came straight over!"

Von Clay grabbed the man's neck and hit the trunk of the tree again and again, and the man was so breathless that his face turned purple.

"How's it going?!"

"I went all the way from Alabastan to [Little Garden], and I didn't meet Mr. 3 all the way!"

"I guess you missed Mr. 3's ship!"

The man's whole body was lifted up by von Clay, and he didn't have the slightest intention of resisting, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at von Clay's eyes in fear and hurriedly explained:

"No... No, that shouldn't happen!"

"Yes, yes, Lord von Clay!" the crew behind the two also said with a chorus, "I guess Mr. 3 must have absconded in fear of crime!"

"Huh?" von Kremuran said, turning back, "and do you want to say it's my fault?"

"No... That's not true... Master von Clay!" The man stepped back and hurriedly waved his hand.

"Hmph!" von Clay shook off the man in his hand and stood in front of everyone, his face dark.

"In short, in this important period, you can't kill Mr. 3 in such a small mission failure..."

"Failure is unforgivable. ”

"If I fail, Mr. 1's partner will come and kill me..."Von Clay thought as the sweat stains on his forehead grew denser.

"You idiots!

Everyone: "Babbling !!"

"If the mission fails, I'll be the first to kill you!"

"If you don't want to be my victim, find me well!"

"Find Mr. 3!"

"Yes!"

"All hands on, head for Alabastan!"

"Listen! Not a single boat should be spared!"

"Yes!Mr., 2 Lord von Clay!"

...

...

On the other side, on the territory of the Kingdom of Alabastan.

A secret abode.

"What? Pirates are rioting in the kingdom?"

"Don't they know I'm there in this country?"

The man sat on the leather sofa, hooked Erlang's legs, and said to the woman by the window.

The woman was the one who had made a deal with Kirby at sea that day, and at this time, she was standing in front of the window, watching every move of the kingdom.

"Sa, who knows, I don't know, Shah Klockdahl. The woman turned her back to the man and clasped her hands on her chest and said with a leisurely expression:

"The country in turmoil is a good target in the eyes of pirates. ”

As the woman spoke, the sound of a man getting up from behind her was heard, and the leather boots "clicked" in the clean living room.

"Are you going?" the woman turned slightly.

"Of course. The man nodded, his mink coat blocking the man's every move.

"Surface work has to be done well. ”

"Really merciful, Klockdahl?"

"Of course. The man sneered and shook his coat, "Your Majesty's Seven Martial Seas are pirates who suppress pirates..."

"It's a hero to the people, huh. ”

...

...

Storms, dust, yellow sand, obscuring the sun and closing your eyes.

Alabastan is never short of such things, the sunshine hours are often as long as a dozen hours, everything in the desert is squeezed dry, and water has become the most precious resource.

A gang of pirates roared by.

Howling, killing, money, women.

This is what the pirates have been pursuing all their lives, armed with large knives and spears, with muskets pinned to their waists in case of emergency, they break into one inhabitant after another, take out all the property of the civilians, and run wild through the streets.

"Dodge, dodge, dodge, dodge!!"

"Hand it over to me!"

A young pirate shook his broadblade and stood in front of a fruit stand, the owner holding his children and looking at the man warily.

Civilians can't resist pirates, otherwise, they will only be greeted by bloody swords, which is an unwritten rule.

As long as you hand over all the money, you can survive, and pirates generally do not go to the slaughter of civilians, but if even one of the pirates is injured by civilians, this street will become a human purgatory.

"No! that's the only one!" the old man glared at the young pirate fiercely, clutching the child in his hand.

"He's only eight years old, and he doesn't understand anything!"

"Don't talk nonsense! Old man! Our boss said! The ship needs such a little miscellaneous hair, do you pay it or not!"

"No, I'll go too! he's too young to help you!"

"Who looks up to you old bones! What we need is fresh blood! Fresh! Do you know?!"

"Hand it over to me!"

The child's cry has been surrounding the battlefield, and the man became impatient when he saw that the old man did not let go, and as soon as his hand scratched the child's arm, a violent gunshot rang in his ears.

Bang!

Blood splattered, and the young pirate watched the muzzle of the gun emitting black smoke facing his abdomen, touching his lower abdomen with blood on his hands, and he pointed at the old man in a daze, unable to say a word.

"You... You..."

"Kill people, kill people!!

"Whew!!"

The pirates who happened to see this scene on the side excitedly played with their big knives, and the piercing whistle instantly spread throughout the street, and the pirates looked more active when they heard it.

"Kill, kill me!" "Take all the things!" "The woman screws all the women on the boat!"

...

...

"My lord, hurry up, it's too late!"

A group of men on fast horses and cloaks galloped across the border.

The dust was flying, the horses' hooves were blowing smoke and dust on the dust, and the sound was mixed, but the sound of the adjutant could still be heard.

"My lord! The pirates have already been killed! It's been a long time since we got the news! I'm afraid..."

"Speed up!" the man with his head suffocated waved his hand, his legs clamped, and the war horse let out a long roar, and suddenly broke away from the crowded horse team behind him.

"I'll go first!

"Yes, sir!"

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