Dororoch boarded the Moby Dick for a few moments before the members of the Whitebeard Pirates stopped watching, and both the captain and the other ordinary members whispered excitedly.

"Is this the Navy?"

"What navy, this is our benefactor! Benefactor, do you understand! ”

"Marko, is this our benefactor?" "Thank you."

"No wonder people can become the strongest of the new generation of the Navy, look at this temperament!"

"Welcome, little brother."

"Brother, come on, come on, I've got a good rum here."

A group of pirates chattered and talked about it, and they all seemed to be very excited.

"Sons ......"

Whitebeard on the deck shouted, his heroic voice dragging down all the noise.

"Don't let the guests see the jokes, take out the courage of our Whitebeard Pirates, and cheer me up!"

Whitebeard's prestige was naturally extremely high, and as soon as he spoke, everyone had to whisper even if they still couldn't stop talking, and they all stopped their chests and put on a cold pirate appearance.

"Whitebearded Edward Newgate ......"

Dorolu's gaze rested on the tall figure, slightly abrupt.

The characters he longed for in his previous life appeared alive in front of his eyes at this moment, which made him feel a sense of drama.

"Cool-la-la-la-la, you're Karp's disciple? How's Karp's body? ”

After saying this, Whitebeard lifted the wine jug at his feet again and poured it into his mouth heroically.

"Well, the teacher is in good health, thank you for your concern."

The young man in his twenties followed Whitebeard's words, but was glared at by Whitebeard.

"Boy, I'm not worried about his body!"

……

Dororoch was also speechless, Whitebeard was a contemporary of Karp, and the love and hatred between these old fellows was estimated to make the most clever bard say that he couldn't finish talking about it for three days and three nights, and reason told him not to get involved in the affairs of these old guys.

"Daddy, you can't drink like that!"

Seeing that Whitebeard was about to lift up the next jar of wine, Marco hurriedly stepped forward to snatch it and said, "Although your body has improved, you can't drink like this......

After saying that, Marco ignored Whitebeard's resentful eyes, and went to the warehouse vigilantly holding the huge wine jar, leaving Whitebeard, an old drunkard, to stare dryly.

"Cool, Marco, this kid is really merciless." After the whitebeard wine was snatched away, the whole person looked listless and complained.

"Old man, Mr. Marco also cares about you, after all, your body is the top priority."

Dorolu had a smile on his face, he liked the way the Whitebeard Pirates got along, noisy but warm and very warm, which was very much to his liking.

"Cool-la-la-la-la, thank you for your potions, but ......"

Speaking of this, Whitebeard paused, leaned forward slightly with his thick hands on his knees, and looked at Dorolu with deep eyes before he continued to speak: "But I don't know what your conditions are. ”

It's obviously an ordinary sentence, but Whitebeard naturally exudes a huge sense of oppression, and the world's strongest really deserves its name!

Whitebeard is ready for a showdown!

Dorolu keenly heard what he meant, "I" was not "we", the difference between the words was a world of difference, and Whitebeard didn't intend to let his sons get involved.

In other words, whether you ask too much, I can do something for you, but if it is...... Then don't even think about pulling my sons into the water.

Whitebeard sends the question to Doroluth, a choice that will change the attitude of the Whitebeard Pirates towards him.

"Old man, you see, I brought good wine with me this time, why don't we go inside and talk while drinking?"

Dororoch carried his greeting gift, a fifty-year-old wine, and it was impossible for the old drunkard Whitebeard not to be moved.

In Captain Moby Dick's room, Dororoth and Whitebeard sat opposite each other, and on the spacious table was the wine that Dororoch had brought.

"Cool lalala, this wine is really strong!"

The spicy and mellow drink slipped from the corners of Whitebeard's mouth, making him burp comfortably.

"Old man, I stole this from the Marshal of the Warring States." Dororoth's eyes narrowed slightly, like a cunning fox.

"That guy in the Warring States is really corrupt, after so many years of marshal's position, I don't know if his bones are rusty."

"Well, it's true that the marshal hasn't fought anyone for a long time."

A glass of wine is in the stomach, and the old and the young are chatting more and more, all kinds of things, but the eyes of the two are getting brighter and brighter.

"Cool lalala~~ boy, let's talk about your conditions."

In the end, it was Whitebeard who couldn't bear to think about it and took the lead in clarifying the problem.

"What do you think the old man will ask me to make?" Doroluch asked rhetorically.

"Cool, I don't know, after all, you guys are very dirty in the navy."

The two slippery heads kicked the ball back and forth with each other, refusing to speak first.

"Knock knock."

Just as the two were throwing thunder at each other, there was a knock on the door, and Marco knocked on the door and walked in.

"Daddy, Mr. Dororo, this is the Sea King we just caught."

Marco thoughtfully served a large plate of barbecue to the two of them, but did not leave, took a chair and leaned against Whitebeard's forehead, and saw that Whitebeard did not object, so he joined the conversation with a calm demeanor.

"Mr. Dororoch can ask for anything."

"Boy, I don't know where you got so many hearts and eyes, why you are so accidental."

"Mr. Dororoth, this is just a transaction, the exchange of chips between the two sides is the most basic sincerity, we have accepted your potions, so we should also help you do something......"

Whitebeard and Marco sang and harmonized, and even put his position below Dororoth, just to let him say his terms.

Some people may think that they are asking for trouble, and it is not a good thing that someone else sends you something but does not need you to do anything for him, why do you have to rush to make trouble for yourself?

Actually, what kind of small favors and small favors should be mentioned, but this time it is about Whitebeard, and it is a big matter, so they can't help but think about it carefully, and the appearance of not asking for anything in return like Dorolu will only make them more worried.

"If ...... said"

Dorolu took a slow sip of wine and bought a guanzi.

"What if?"

Seeing Whitebeard and Marco looking slightly excited, Dorolu almost spoke, "If I say that I just want the Whitebeard Pirates to owe me a favor, will you believe it?" ”

A fluttering sentence made Whitebeard and Marco fall into a wry smile, which was what they were most worried about.

Whitebeard was ready to fight the other three emperors alone, but he was choked by this sentence.

This kind of great favor is not easy to repay, especially in exchange for personal debts, which is a huge trouble.

"I know what you're worried about, and you can rest assured that I won't force you to do something dangerous, let alone involve your family." Dorolu sighed lightly, looked at the two people in front of him with somewhat ugly faces, and said helplessly.

"Cool lala, boy, you are really an interesting person, that's right, what Lao Tzu is most worried about is that you guys will involve my lovely sons."

Laughter rang out, and Whitebeard regained his heroic appearance, and said to Dorolu: "I am relieved to have your words, come and drink." ”