Robin's words made Galen instantly recall the "bear child", "bear parent" and "juvenile scum protection law", which only existed in his memory, and he almost couldn't help but play a bus triple to uphold justice.

Robin couldn't understand Galen's inexplicable resistance, and it was only a matter of course in her heart to protect the child.

But now that he understood Galen's displeasure, Robin immediately recounted Miss. Golden Week's experience in a different way:

Miss.Golden Week isn't actually a Devil Fruit ability, just a talented sketcher.

She is able to use her superb painting skills to blend colors and patterns that can affect people's emotions like hypnosis.

Because of this strange ability, Miss. Golden Week was targeted by the Baroque Work Society at a young age and was forced to join this killer organization, and was assigned to Mr. 3, the wax fruit ability that best matched her ability, as a partner.

The image of an inspirational girl who is trapped in a demon cave and does not forget to paint her dream is sketched by Robin in a few words.

Let's take a look at Miss. Golden Week herself:

A little girl with pigtails, a little red hat, a simple summer shirt, and a sketching toolbox on her shoulder.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like an elementary school student who has just finished school, which makes people really unable to get started.

Galen nodded, and sighed a little helplessly:

"Wouldn't you have said that earlier..."

"I'm not going to kill a little girl like this."

Robin and von Crezi, who looked nervous, breathed a sigh of relief.

"But..."

Galen rubbed his chin and added:

"A girl who has lost her footing is also a stumbling girl after all, and this labor reform is still indispensable."

"What is Labor Reform?"

Robin asked, puzzled.

"It's the kind that works for me, with food and shelter, and no salary."

Galen explained casually, and glanced at Miss. Golden Monday again:

"It just so happens that Wallace and I are discussing the need to publish a few albums in the East China Sea to strengthen publicity, and you can become a professional painter under me."

"Do you want me to draw?"

Miss. Golden Week completely ignored the extremely important point of "no salary", and immediately replied with a flat expression and very concise words:

"No problem."

"So readily agreed?"

Galen asked, puzzled, "I just killed your partner." ”

"It's okay."

Miss.Golden Week's mood is so calm that it is not like words:

"Mr. 3 just wants me to help him fight, I don't care if he lives or dies."

"For me, painting is what matters."

"But..."

Her expression finally fluctuated slightly, and she turned to look at Mr.2 von Clay:

"I—I don't want him to die."

"Von Cray?"

Galen followed Miss. Golden Week's gaze to Mr. 2 Vonkray, who had collapsed back on the floor due to a serious injury.

Von Clay's previous act of sacrificing his life to cover Miss's escape during Golden Week did make Galen see the shining point in him.

So Galen decided to give Von Clay a chance:

"Demacia Justice!"

Robin saw the brilliant and powerful pillar of light for the second time, but he still couldn't guess what it did.

Galen ignored Robin's questioning eyes, and just muttered:

"It's close to 70%..."

"Sure enough, black is black."

"No matter how many flashes of light there are on my body, I can't light up."

As Galen muttered to himself, the blade of the sword in his hand gradually got closer and closer to von Cray.

"Don't!"

Miss.Golden Week was a rare time when she burst into excitement, and her petite body trembled and wanted to rush forward.

However, her body was suddenly bound by several arms that suddenly grew out, and she could no longer move.

Robin stepped forward and gently hugged the delicate little girl into his arms: "Don't go over. ”

"Why?"

Miss. Golden Week asked puzzledly:

"You just spoke for me, so you can't help Feng Cray..."

"I can't."

Robin shook his head slightly.

After Galen let Miss go because of his own words, Robin had read Galen's behavior patterns, so she didn't think she could help von Clay anymore.

Golden Week was a little puzzled, but Galen quickly answered her doubts:

I saw him slowly walk up to Von Cray, and sighed softly:

"I'll give you another chance."

"Can you tell me something like Miss. Golden Week, and tell me something that will make my men merciful?"

Von Cree looked stunned and did not answer.

Galen looked back at Robin, at Miss. Golden Week.

Robin's face was expressionless, and Miss. Golden Week hung her little head weakly:

She couldn't tell.

No one can say it, because there is nothing to say.

Von Clay is not a good man, and he is not a delinquent youth who was forced to join the killer organization.

With the exception of Robin, who served as the boss's secretary, the senior agents of the Baroque Workshop were all field agents;

And the order of senior agents is not only in order of strength, but also in order of performance.

Von Clay took the second place among the killers, behind whom the blood and corpses of countless assassins were hidden.

"Can't tell?"

Galen examined the three people present, but all he got was silence.

"Kill the slaves."

Von Crey's expression calmed down:

"Like everyone else, the slave is a professional killer."

"Who is worthy of the mercy of others before he dies in our business?"

"No, I have mercy on you."

Galen quietly clenched the big sword in his hand, and said in a deep voice:

"I've seen people like you in the East China Sea."

"Only talk about righteousness, not right and wrong."

"If you could keep up with a good boss in the first place, you wouldn't have fallen into this place."

"It's obviously a pleasure to be friends with you."

Galen shook his head slightly, and a golden-red flame rekindled on the blade:

"It's a shame..."

"I'm neither your boss nor your friend."

As he spoke, the flames from the "Wrath of Justice" were about to consume Von Crey's life.

Robin, who had been expressionless, stood up at a critical moment and blocked Galen's fiery greatsword that was about to fall on Von Cray's neck:

"Wait!"

Galen stopped his offensive and asked suspiciously:

"What, what glorious deeds did you help him recall?"

"Nope."

Robin just put his hand lightly on Galen's sword-holding hands, and tried to calm the other party's state of mind through physical contact:

"But, you also said he was just following the wrong person."

"If you give von Clay a chance, he'll be able to mend his ways."

"Ahem..."

Galen's strength in holding the great sword did not decrease by half a point:

"Don't misinterpret me."

"If you keep talking, you have to say that this top killer is also a middle-aged man who has gone astray."

"Nope."

Robin understood Galen's mentality, so he persuaded in a different way:

"I mean, von Clay is still useful to you."

"What's the use?"

Galen asked, puzzled, "To be a thug?" ”

Robin just went on to explain:

"Except for a small number of elite members of the Baroque Workshops who are directly affiliated with Mr. 0, the vast majority of the Workshop's agents are under the jurisdiction of senior agents."

"And von Clay has the ability to mimic the fruit, and can disguise himself as those dead high-ranking agents, as long as you can subdue him..."

"You'll really have control over the whole Baroque workshop."

"What do I want a Baroque workshop for?"

Galen shook his head and smiled:

"Asking for money? I'm the owner of the largest shipping company in the East China Sea, and money is just a number to me. ”

"Someone? I don't want the scum in the work club to get in and pollute the purity of my organization's cadres. ”

As he spoke, Galen's words came to an abrupt end.

Because he suddenly remembered that there seemed to be more than a dozen mid-level agents under the Baroque Work Society, two hundred high-level miscellaneous soldiers "Billions of Elders", and 1,800 ordinary miscellaneous soldiers "Millions of Elders".

I just tricked a group of senior agents to send experience through Robin, the vice president, and the effect is very obvious.

So, if you use von Cray to deceive intermediate agents, use intermediate agents to deceive hundreds of millions of elders, use hundreds of millions...

Forget it, it's a waste of time for those worthless low-level miscellaneous soldiers to cheat them.

"That's not bad!"

Galen's eyes lit up with thought.

He suddenly plunged the big sword in front of Von Clay, and was so shocked that Von Clay, who couldn't wait for death, shuddered.

Then Galen said straight to von Clay:

"Now your company is about to go bankrupt, and the boss's secretary has run away with me."

"If you still want to be loyal to the boss who was too scared by me to show his head and let you subordinates be cleaned up by me..."

"I took the initiative to put my neck on the sword to save wasting my strength."

"I..."

Von Clay looked at the sharp blade that was close at hand, and couldn't help but swallow nervously.

This kind of generosity to death has always been a blow and exhaustion.

Then, von Clay silently shouted to Galen:

"Boss."