"The ship is going to explode."

Without the Beard's ability to force stitches, the ship would have been a pile of broken planks at best.

"You're like a pile of minced meat, I don't even know how to pick you up."

Oland said in disgust, his arms were wide, and he carefully wrapped the limp Morgan in his arms and complained.

The body's instinctive rejection of human beings made his head far away, but he couldn't help but admire this man in his heart.

"Heh, I guess I can't move my limbs anymore except for my head." Morgan laughed miserably, his body aching.

"That's unfortunate." Olland pouted.

The body landed smoothly, and Morgan was carried and jumped into the water.

It was the beginning of 1507, and the sea was still bitterly cold, and every time the salty sea water invaded the wound, he wanted to suffocate and spasm.

"Let's talk, I'm afraid I'll fall asleep and I'll never wake up again."

“……”

Holland didn't answer, he was always very cold.

"Have you ever killed someone?" Morgan Road.

"No, you killed the one just now."

"Speaking of which, Barbarossa's headband is on, right?"

"Of course, that's 30 million Bailey's head, and I'll give you half of it then."

"Hey, Olland."

"You join me, I want you to be my right-hand man." Morgan Road.

“……”

"Join me in creating a new world of freedom, justice, the rule of law, equality for all, and no oppression."

"Huh." Outlander sneered.

"I've scrapped ......"

Although I don't want to admit it, the disappointment is still infinitely welling up, which is beyond Morgan's control.

In this world where force is respected, losing control of his body means that he can no longer touch the world of the strong.

In front of him, Orland is obviously a good seedling, he has a physique far beyond ordinary people, and he also has the ability to combat underwater bonuses, which is an advantage in the face of Devil Fruit ability.

It's a pity that anyone would be willing to follow a piece of waste around?

"You've arrived." Holland said.

A noisy human voice could already be heard in front of him, it was the Sig Mountain Bandits and Gawain, and the distance between the two sides was ten meters.

"First of all, I will never deal with humans,

Second, I will never allow someone weaker than me to become my leader, so why should you accept me? Is it just your kindness that drags you back? ”

"What about the slave girls? Are they saved? It was only after the war that Morgan thought about the whereabouts of the female slaves.

"You can't protect yourself anymore, and are you still in the mood to care if they live or die? It's funny, I'll tell you their whereabouts when you can promise to be alive. ”

"Heh, you've ever killed someone? Know what it's like to kill?

I haven't even killed anyone, and I started trying to pretend to be an adult and teach me how to do things, and if you can kill decisively, why save me - a human you hate. ”

Morgan replied that in his eyes, Orland, the fish-man, was really like a second-year teenager in adolescence, and he was simply young.

"They're coming, I can't tell you cunning human, goodbye."

Without superfluous nonsense, Oland slipped into the sea and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Morgan was lying on the ground and was soon spotted by Gawain.

They were anxious at the moment, and they didn't know if Morgan's sneak attack was successful after the big explosion had just happened.

At this time, he was startled to see that he was covered in blood.

With the injuries left by this leading charge, the bandits couldn't hate Morgan in their hearts, and Gawain even shouted to find a doctor!

……

Half a month later,

The Kingdom of Goya has officially entered spring, the snow has melted, and everything has warmed up.

The redevelopment of Windmill Town is nearing completion.

A man in a wheelchair covered in bandages is leisurely basking in the sun on the street.

His face was very handsome, and many passing girls would always stop and take a look, and then silently shook their heads with a pity look.

After a week of intensive ICU resuscitation, Morgan survived.

But the doctor also gave him a notice that it was more painful than death.

Powder fracture of the whole body, paralysis of the lower body except the head and neck.

This is worse than Hawking, at least Hawking can still move one finger.

"Miss Magino, I'm sorry it took so long to come."

"I am the one to thank for saving the lives of our entire village." Magino said.

At this time, Morgan did not wear an iron mask, nor did he pretend to have exaggerated fangs, and only one face made people can't help but be moved.

Especially when he laughs, it is like an iceberg melting, making people blush.

"Heh, I'm here to talk to you about the rebuilding of the tavern and compensation." Morgan laughed.

"No, no."

"Then what's the matter, you make a living by selling wine, and without a tavern, how can you live in this world?"

"I'm going to build on this and rebuild a bigger tavern as if I had a stake.

I don't need a penny, though, and I just hope to get some useful information once in a while. “

This is the real purpose of Morgan's visit, this is a port, there are many people coming and going, and it is far more efficient to find some information in the tavern than elsewhere. Crowds come and go, and it's more lively than ever.

While the two were deliberating,

People on the street retreated in horror, and a "monster" with a height of nearly three meters appeared in front of them!

"Bang!"

A heavy chest was thrown in front of Morgan, and the treasures were scattered all over the place.

"It's the monster who's been haunting the shore lately to salvage treasure!"

The crowd had formed in a circle, and the man who often went out to sea to fish pointed at Oland and screamed.

"He's my friend." Morgan glanced at the man, his eyes were cold, and the other party instantly stopped talking.

Morgan is now a celebrity in Windmill Town, and although he is seriously injured, he is accompanied by a young man with a long sword on his back, and everyone knows that he has a good relationship with the big thief here, Sig, and no one dares to mess with him.

"This is your share, the treasure of the bearded man." Ignoring everyone's gaze, Olland said.

"You've been fishing for the bottom of the ocean lately, is that what you're for?" Morgan asked.

"Of course." Ollander dropped his treasure and turned to leave, evident that he was a little tired.

"I've survived, take me to those people tonight." Morgan Road.

Since waking up, every time he sees Åland, he has checked with each other whether the whereabouts of the slave girls are alive and healthy.

After receiving an affirmative answer, he was a little relieved.

He didn't tell anyone about the fact that he had a group of women.

Those female slaves are not bad in shape, and they have no power to protect these eye-catching "property" now.

Although the relationship with Sigurt is not too bad now, whether it is the terminal of uncertain objects or the cottage, it is a group of men who have been hungry for decades.

God knows what they would do without absolute force deterrence.

Now Morgan finally has the energy to clean up the mess that follows, and the placement of these women is more complicated than imagined.