The navy soon arrived at the dock and escorted the prisoners aboard the ship in an orderly manner.

The incorruptible Colonel Smoker did not accept any expensive gifts, but gladly accepted the local oranges from Nami and Nokigao.

Smoker was in a hurry to clean up the remnants of the corrupt colonel Rat, and Galen, Nami, and Wallace naturally stayed in Cocoa West Village for the time being.

Coupled with a group of cheering villagers, the two sides had a lively and touching farewell on the pier.

"Galen!"

Before leaving, Smoker specially called out to Galen.

"What's the matter?"

Galen responded kindly to the naval friend he had met and was about to be separated.

"I thought about it..."

Smoker took a deep puff of his cigar and said seriously:

"Although that sword light is very convincing..."

"But I still don't believe in any nonsense about the 'power of justice'!"

"Power is power, how can there be good or bad, good or evil?"

"You're right."

Galen didn't pretend much, but replied very frankly: "There is no good or evil in power, only people have it." ”

Smoker glanced deeply at Galen:

"Still, your actions are worthy of the word 'justice'... Although not as perfectly written by that journalist. ”

"I hope you won't go astray in the future."

Galen didn't talk nonsense, just replied with two concise and powerful characters: "Definitely." ”

Smoker turned to get into the boat, but Dusty stood in front of Galen with adoration and bowed respectfully to him:

"Galen-senpai!"

"Thank you for your guidance to me, I will not slack off on my practice in kendo."

"Come on!"

Galen also cooperated with a teachable look of relief, and did not hesitate to praise and encourage Dusty:

"My sword of justice, I feel in you a pure heart that I have never seen before."

"Huh?"

Dusty was slightly startled, and in a trance she was a little shy to be praised by her revered Galen seniors.

"This is the heart of a child who has no one in ten million!"

Galen became more and more exaggerated, but his expression looked extremely sincere:

"I see the future of kendo in you!"

"Galen-senpai!"

"I will live up to your expectations!"

Dusty bowed to Galen again with an excited expression, and finally finished saying goodbye with some reluctance and turned to leave.

"Lord Galen..."

Wallace came over with a notebook and asked with curiosity on his face:

"What did you teach Sergeant Dusty about kendo? Can you tell us about the philosophy behind this? ”

"This..."

Galen said with a strange look:

"I don't have any specific kendo theory."

"It's all because Dusty is too perceptive, and she realizes it all by herself."

"Oh..."

Wallace nodded, and muttered in his notebook:

"The mystery of the Knight Kendo of the East China Sea made the naval swordsman have an epiphany."

Seeing Wallace's usual brushwork, Galen was a little speechless.

Galen suddenly thought of something, and asked Wallace:

"Wallace, aren't you going back to Rogue Town?"

"Nope."

Wallace stopped his pen and replied earnestly:

"I carry a video phone bug and an external fax device with me, so I don't need to go back to Rogue Town to send the press release back to the agency remotely."

"And, I want to be by my side all the time, reporting on your exploits as a Righteous Knight."

"But..."

Galen sighed slightly and said:

"You heard Smoker's words just now, and you've been with me for so long."

"You should also see whether I am a flawless knight of justice or not, right?"

Wallace pondered for a moment, but smiled slightly:

"Yes, I do have a rough idea of who you are: not a nobleman on high or a knight of immaculate light..."

"But none of that matters."

"I'm always looking for big news worth covering, and you're the one who makes the big news."

"As for your concerns..."

"I wrote in the news that you are a knight of justice, and you are a knight of justice."

"Hmm..."

Hearing Wallace's undisciplined words, Galen's eyes changed when he looked at him.

Wallace said seriously:

"To put it bluntly, news figures are all artificially shaped, and there are countless ways for the media to manipulate public opinion."

"In this case, it doesn't matter whether it's true or not, what matters is the propaganda role played by the newsmaker and his deeds."

Wallace paused, and then said with some emotion:

"This sea is full of legends and stories of all kinds of sea thieves who roam the seas and act recklessly."

"The world government and navy have also spared no effort in propagating their legitimacy as rulers."

"However, there are no real 'heroes' in these stories."

Wallace looked at Galen with burning eyes:

"True or false."

"The sea is full of adventurers seeking personal freedom, evil pirates who harm others and self-interest, and navies held by the reins of the world government, and there has never been a knight who goes around preaching and practicing justice."

"And what I want to do is to make you, Lord Galen, a simple knight of justice who is different from pirates and the navy."

"I want those naïve children to have a 'partner in justice' option to choose from when they open their mouths to cry out their dreams."

"I see."

Galen understood Wallace's thoughts, and nodded with feeling:

"I will continue to play the role of this knight of justice."

The words have already been spoken, and Galen simply said his inner thoughts frankly:

"Then you don't have to talk to me respectfully all the time, it sounds strange."

"No, Lord Galen!"

Wallace said solemnly:

"If you want others to believe, you have to make yourself believe first."

...........................................................

Smoker and his party finally sailed away, and the sails of the two tall warships gradually disappeared from everyone's view.

Nami turned around and prepared to go back to her home in Cocoa West Village to rest.

Nami looked at Galen, who was following closely behind her, and there were some mixed emotions in her heart.

Smoker was right...

Her hometown was saved only by Galen's strength.

Her own fate changed completely when she met Galen.

However, because of the slightly ambiguous relationship between the two, Nami was embarrassed to say thank you frankly to Galen.

But this gratitude to Nami is truly in my heart.

She looked at the radiant and smiling relatives in her hometown in front of her, and then glanced at the Evil Dragon Park that was potholed by the cannons from afar, and her heart couldn't help but be filled with joy and longing for stepping into a new life.

The dragon park in the field of vision, which is still stubbornly towering, is no longer Nami's nightmare.

"Wait!"

Nami's footsteps froze, and her eyes were filled with surprise of disbelief.

"What's wrong?"

Galen asked, somewhat curious.

"Smoker, they... Didn't go to Dragon Park to clean up the battlefield, did you? ”

Nami asked word for word.

"No, no..."

Galen recalled a little:

"Those fish-men either died on the shore or in the village, and we didn't even enter the Dragon Park."

"That is to say..."

Nami's eyes flashed with Bailey's glint:

"The money that the dragon stole is still there!"

..............................................................

Navy ships.

Smoker stood at the stern of the ship and looked out at the village of Cocoa West, which had disappeared from view, and smoked his cigar quietly.

Behind him, Dusty and a group of naval soldiers were happily eating the special oranges given by Nami, and they had a peaceful atmosphere of returning victorious and gathering together.

"Colonel Smoker!"

A flattering voice suddenly sounded in my ears.

The owner of the voice is none other than Colonel Mouse's former adjutant, a tainted witness who is still in a state of "guilt and meritorious service".

He said to Smoker with a flattering face:

"I have big news for you!"

"Aaron's base still has the stolen money he has accumulated over the years, and we can make a lot of money right away when we go back now!"

"Huh?"

Smoker frowned in displeasure.

The adjutant shrank his neck and immediately changed his rhetoric:

"I—We can confiscate these stolen goods..."

The argument of confiscation is very well founded.

According to the rules of the navy, the confiscation of the property of the pirates after the elimination of the pirates was a necessary procedure.

But Smoker became more and more displeased, and only exhaled a smoke ring heavily:

"With so many oranges, I can't stop your mouth?!"

"These little cleverness of yours, let's wait until I go to the Sixteenth Branch to clean up the corrupt navy!"

A few drops of cold sweat immediately oozed from the adjutant's forehead, and he was even more trembling and didn't know how to answer.

"The money is not from the dragon, but from the villagers."

Dusty came over with an orange, smiled again, and said:

"Colonel Smoker was thinking of leaving this money to the villagers, right?"

"Humph!"

Smoker snorted coldly and said no more.

"Eat oranges? Very sweet. ”

"It is said that those orange trees were planted by the navy soldiers who died at the hands of the evil dragon."

Dusty didn't get angry at his boss's hot and cold temperament, but smiled and handed over a peeled orange.

"It's still better to smoke."

Smoker said with a straight face.

Then, he took the orange from Dusty.