In the dimly lit and small space, Festa found the switch for the light after a few fumbling around.

"Smack!"

After squinting and getting used to it for a while, Festa first looked at the things around him very vigilantly, and only after finding that there was no problem did he take a few breaths.

"From today onwards, I, Buena Festa, am dead! As long as I am cautious in the future, the dark world will probably not pay attention to me, a guy who has been reduced to a sea king's food. ”

The hunt in the dark world is endless, and countless assassins who are proficient in various assassination techniques will line up to find the door, and Festa, who does not want to enjoy this treatment, can only rely on fake death to hide people's eyes.

"It's a pity that I couldn't take the ...... of the Bloody Sails"

Inside the Dark World Headquarters, there are many people who know that the organization is keeping Blood Sail in captivity, and there are also many people who understand the strangeness of Blood Sail, but only the leader knows all the origins and effects of Blood Sail.

"It's a pity that it's not up to me to decide when the bounty hunter will come and when he'll be discovered, if only the shadow guard came later......"

"That's ...... after all Well? ”

Festa, who remembered the comfort harvest, was shocked the moment he touched something in his arms, and then looked at what he had taken out with incredible eyes.

"Where's my box? How did my box turn into stone? ”

"Smack!"

Slap herself hard, the pain makes Festa realize that everything in front of him is not an illusion.

"Who is it!!"

The stone in his arms can prove that he has never accidentally lost something, and the weight of this stone is not much different from the box, obviously afraid that he will notice something wrong in advance because of the weight change!

"Who the hell is it!!"

"Ahhh!!h

……

“G1-A。” “G2-0。” “G3-2。”

“G4-6。” “G5-0。” “G6-W。”

As soon as he returned to the ship, Mitchlin set sail for the sea, and after a quick stay away from the place, he made his way to the Champion Vault while recording the code in the glass beads.

“A，0，2，6，0，W。 Six figures, that's it, it's quite complicated. ”

After turning the knobs in order, Mitchlin carefully opened the door of the safe, and he hadn't forgotten that this thing had a self-destruct device.

"Huh?"

Looking at the empty safe in front of him, Mitchlin reached out and groped around every corner of it, and finally had to admit that there was really nothing in it......

"Nothing...... Nothing ......."

With a shudder, Mitchlin closed the door of the safe, then shuffled the knob and opened it again.

"Still nothing!"

"Vance! Drive the boat back! ”

Mitchlin was furious! The Pirate Expo has been a big celebration for so many years, and there has never been a situation where no rewards have been given before. But now, what does it mean to give an empty champion safe? Look down on him?

"Yes, Captain!"

"Boss, are you going back to do a vote? Since they don't give us rewards, let's just grab a wave! ”

Liro, who watched the whole process of his captain opening the box, was also furious, and directly suggested looting!

"Wait!"

Michilin, whose anger subsided slightly, suddenly remembered the host who ran away halfway, and Carando's inexplicable words before parting.

"The contents of the champion safe were taken away by the host, and Carlando should have known in advance, so ......"

"Carlando !!"

"You're actually cheating me!!"

……

"Ahh

Carrando, who sneezed inexplicably, looked around suspiciously, trying to find something wrong.

"Boss, it's time to get there."

Noticing that his boss was a little distracted, Ados reminded in a low voice and pointed to the building in front of him.

"Those guys suddenly rushed in with bloody sails."

Well? Did you find us? But is it all meaningful to get here? Could it be that there is a secret way? Thinking of this, Calando took a closer look at the buildings in the distance and prepared to speed up his pace to follow.

"This house...... That's not right......"

I saw a large black building standing a little precariously, with a lot of long cracks and a shaved half of the dome, all reflecting its dilapidation.

"Is that a slash? Check it out! ”

Those long rifts looked very flat and smooth, and Carando, who was good at attacking with flying slashes and wind blades, naturally felt familiar.

"Boss, the smell of fresh and rich blood!"

Lafitte, who was deeply rooted in the bone marrow, was keenly aware of the smell in the air when she walked through the outer door.

"Well, it looks like it's a makeshift battlefield."

Calando, who understood that the situation was not simple, put his hand on the hilt of the knife at his waist, and gradually approached the destroyed inner gate with a vigilant expression.

Stepping through the thick door that should have been slashed open, Carando, who entered the hall, saw the bloody battlefield.

"Jianhao?"

The flat voice reached Calando's ears, and he looked in the direction of the voice, only to see a handsome young man looking at him with eagle-like eyes.

Eagle-like eyes? Carlando looked at the black cross broadsword in the hand of the young man in front of him, and suddenly thought of a memorable name.

"Hawkeye" Jorakol Mihawk?"

"It's me."

Mihawk looked at the fourth swordsman who suddenly appeared, and couldn't help but show a smile, he didn't expect that there would be an unexpected gain!

"What are you?"

First he glanced at the spotless Eagle Eye, and then at the ruined hall full of broken corpses, if it weren't for the large pool of blood at the junction between the big black knife and the ground, Carlando would have suspected that he was here for an outing!

"Challenge, there are three swordsmen here, no, four."

Feeling the burning gaze of Eagle Eye, the corners of Carlando's mouth couldn't help twitching slightly, is this a stall? But I don't want to fight you! Alas...... It's all greed!

"Do you know me, then?"

"Huh?"

Hawkeye, who was just about to start, was slightly stunned, and then carefully looked at the young man in front of him.

"I don't know."

Although there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity, Mihawk was sure that he had never seen this swordsman before, nor had he felt his sword power.

"Bell!"

The vigilant Carlando subconsciously blocked this sudden and extremely fast and fierce head-on slash.

"The basic sword style is very good, and there is no mistake."

The young swordsman's posture suddenly made Mihawk's eyes light up, and he was even more happy before he was happy.

"My name is Hill Carlando, haven't you really heard of it?"

Could it be that Shanks and Hawkeye often fight each other is fake? Or did the redhead not mention me at all?

"Hill Carlando?"

Feeling that this was not a young swordsman who had swelled up with a little fame, Mihawk began to try to remember.

"Shanks? West? "Splitting the Sky" Sword Hero? ”

"It's me, are you still fighting?"

"That's even better!"