The next day, Dorolu, who was hanging out on Karot Island, was invited by the Whitebeard Pirates.

"Mr. Dororoth, you are really ...... Easy-going. ”

Marco looked at the man in front of him who was messing with the children, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

No one could have imagined that the strongest new generation of the navy, Dorolu, would be thrown down by a few children, with mud stains on his face.

Patting the dust on his clothes, Dorolu watched the children leave before smiling at Marko, "This is also a kind of relaxation." ”

Dorolu, who had a dirty face on his face, seemed to be a big boy at the moment, and he didn't have the shelf of a strong man at all.

"By the way, how is Whitebeard's body?"

Asked casually, Dorolu had the answer in his heart, it seemed that the effect of the life potion was very good, otherwise Marco would not come to him again.

"Thanks to you, Daddy's health has started to improve."

At the mention of this, Marco had a happy smile on his face, and the joy was overflowing.

"I came to bother this time, I hope you can enjoy the light, and when we get together, we want to thank you in person."

You are not you, the difference of one word can see Marko's attitude towards Dororoth, Dororoth who sent the life potion has become a benefactor in Marko's heart, and it is also the benefactor of all members of their Whitebeard Pirates, even if Dororoth is much younger than him, he still respectfully addresses him.

This has nothing to do with dignity, it is just a small manifestation of his gratitude and gratitude.

"It's better to be respectful than to obey."

In his previous life, the warm and family-like feeling of the Whitebeard Pirates made him yearn for it, and now that he has the opportunity, he naturally won't miss it.

"I'm still bothering you to wait for me for a while, I have to change my clothes." Dororoth said to Marco that he couldn't go to Whitebeard in a stained outfit, that would be a shame.

After a quick change of clothes, Dororoch took Marko's ship and headed for Whitebeard's base camp.

"Hahaha, Mr. Dororoth, how does it feel to be on a pirate ship."

After chatting for a long time along the way, Marco already had a basic understanding of Dorolu's temperament, and knew that he didn't care about these jokes at all, and he was closer to him in his heart.

"Well, how to put it, it's also a pretty wonderful feeling."

Although the mainstream of this world is pirates, Dorolu has never been on a pirate ship, but he has broken many of them with his own hands.

"You don't really look like a navy."

Marco sat on the deck with Dororoch and handed him a glass of rum.

"Oh, why do you say that?" It was the first time he had heard someone say that about him, and he couldn't help but be a little curious.

"It's nothing, it's just a feeling that you don't feel like you're from this world, with a sense of ease."

After taking a sip of rum, the spicy wine simmered in the spicy wine was warm to the heart.

"Perhaps......" Dororoch whispered, looking at the water that kept parting the bow of the ship.

The two of them were on deck drinking rum in the sea breeze, and neither of them spoke again......

After a long time, Dorolu finally broke the silence.

"Marko, what's the point of being a pirate?"

Well, Dorolu really asked a profound question, and he stopped Marco at once.

"Does it make sense?" Marco really didn't think about this question, and kept asking himself in his heart.

"Maybe it's for freedom, maybe it's for family......"

Marco took a sip of rum and gave Dororoch an ambiguous answer.

"Then you say, should the navy drive out all the pirates?"

Dororoch turned his head to look at Marko's large pineapple-like head, and asked another question.

He also thought about this question for a long time, he thought of Karp's seemingly pathetic persistence, thought of Ace's unremitting pursuit of freedom, and even more thought of himself who stood vaguely on the boundary of naval pirates.

"Hahaha, you're so interesting......"

Marco smiled, staring at Dororoth's serious face but not knowing how to answer.

Navy? Pirate?

These two were born to be opposing camps, as if they were born to fight to the death, and no one really ever asked this kind of question.

"Don't you know......"

Dorolu turned his head and poured the rum bottle into his mouth, he had been in the pirate world for so long, but his hobby of drinking was the same as in his previous life.

"Woo~~~"

A deep whistle sounded, and Marco's ship slowly approached the huge whale-like ship in the distance, and Whitebeard's car, the Moby Dick, arrived.

…………

"Roar~~~"

A hoarse roar was heard, and the claws of the undead soldier with pitted skin grabbed hard, tearing off the head of a giant fighter alive, and his huge body fell to the ground with a bang.

"My lord, the behavior of the undead soldier is completely controllable, and it can basically be put into use."

The CP0 agent in a snow-white robe respectfully reported to the five old stars.

Looking at the undead soldiers who were killing in the Colosseum, the five old stars in flat hats gently leaned on their crutches and said, "Order the experimental base and start cultivating undead soldiers with all your might." ”

"My lord, the experimental base has begun, but Scientist Kree asked me to tell you."

"Say."

"There aren't enough materials for the undead soldiers, and there are only ten test items left in the base at the moment."

The five old stars with flat hats roughly flipped through the documents sent over, and said indifferently: "If you don't have a test product, you can catch as much as you need from the Advance City." ”

"Yes!"

The tone was cold and indifferent, the five old stars didn't care about the lives of those people at all, in their eyes, those were just a group of talking materials, and there was no one batch and the next one.

"Roar~~~"

In a short period of time, the undead soldiers had killed all the more than a dozen slaves of various races in the Colosseum, standing in place in a daze, like a puppet, waiting for the orders of others.

The sword-wielding five old stars slowly put down the first-generation ghost in their hands, and snorted coldly: "Hmph, this time I have finally made progress." ”

If the undead soldiers are not acting according to their wishes, it means that the plan is close to perfection, and the terrifying killing machines are about to be released.

On the field, the staff who had been prepared for a long time skillfully loaded the undead soldiers into special iron cages and cleaned the field covered with broken limbs.

"The undead play for the sixteenth time.

A total of thirteen slaves were tortured and killed, which took two and a half minutes, and their thinking was normal, and there was no violent situation.

Danger level: ten. ”

Bet, who was standing behind Charulia's Palace, carefully recorded all this.

"Now, Bet." Charulia Palace suddenly spoke.

"Your Excellency!"

Bate immediately regained her dutiful appearance and replied respectfully.

"When do you think I'll be able to have this life-and-death power?"

If anyone saw Charulia's face at this moment, they would definitely be startled by the distorted madness in those eyes.

"My lord, you are a Celestial Dragon, and life and death are only your most basic privileges."

Bet said respectfully, but her heart was a little dignified, this Charulia Palace has become more and more abnormal recently, and it seems to have fallen into a kind of madness, and she has actually begun to pursue power!

During this time, Bette has been living a life of fear, and the mental state of Charulia Palace is becoming more and more abnormal, just take this month as an example, the number of slaves who have been tortured and killed by her is as high as sixty-five! More than ten times more than before!

Bette still remembers the scene when Charulia Palace wore a pair of sharp scissor gloves and forcibly cut off the head of a slave.

Swallowing his saliva uncontrollably, Bate cautiously stepped forward and bowed down and said, "My lord, are you ...... now?" Yes! ”

Caught off guard, Bet met a pair of red eyes, and the tyrannical and crazy killing intent in them almost made him slump on the ground.

"Bette, what I want is that kind of power! Tell me, how can I be like that man? ”

Charulia's words made Bate shudder, what kind of tone was that?

Confusion? Twist? No, it's neither. Bette felt that it was a naked desire, and the Charulia Palace was now desperate for power, and the experience of the Chambord Islands had destroyed her pride as a Draconian.

Kaido's casual appearance of life and death while talking and laughing has been deeply seared into her mind, coupled with the tyrannical killing methods of the undead soldiers, making Charulia Palace feel like a demon, and she has fallen into a deep obsession with power.

"Bette! Tell me! ”

The mad Charulia Palace clung to Bette's shoulders, and her sharp nails went through the protective gloves of the Draconians and were deeply embedded in the flesh and blood of Bette's shoulders.

“…… Your Excellency, Your ...... Why don't you ask the five old stars? ”

Enduring the excruciating pain, Bet intermittently uttered his advice.

"That's right, Lord Five...... They must be able to give me power. ”

As if stunned, Charulia Palace actually thought of taking this ridiculous suggestion and going to the five old stars to have a good talk.

Looking at the Charulia Palace, which was hurrying out, Bet tried to move her shoulders.

"Hiss~~"

Unable to help but gasp, he took out a small notebook.

"The Colosseum, the Celestial Dragon, the Lady Charulia Palace, is like a madman.

Cruel, tyrannical.

The danger level rises to six. ”