Looking at the pheasant with a strange expression, Zoro couldn't see through the other party's eyes behind the sunglasses, and couldn't tell if the other party was joking, but this didn't affect him from refusing the pheasant's invitation.

"Not interested."

"Hehe, okay then." The pheasant smiled and didn't care, anyway, he just asked casually.

He had come to Rogue Town for a vacation, and he had only seen Zoro because Smoker had just mentioned it to see what kind of qualifications this young man from the East China Sea had.

After all, although the East China Sea is known as the "weakest sea", it has also given birth to many famous big names, at least the world-famous One Piece Roger and the naval hero Karp are from the East China Sea.

And in the final analysis, the reason why the East China Sea is so weak and peaceful now is because the navy vigorously suppressed it after the death of One Piece Roger, just to prevent another person like Roger.

After waiting for the food to be served, the pheasant asked Zoro some details about the extermination of the pirates, after all, he was used to watching the battle between lions, and it was interesting to listen to rookies pecking each other occasionally.

Dusty, who was sitting on the side, also nodded, and the newspaper report was not as detailed as the person concerned.

It's a pity that Sauron is not a good storyteller, and he condenses the experience of tens of thousands of words that can be written by the writer into a running account, and the partial Dusty is quite interesting to listen to.

Zoro said carelessly, and the pheasant could also see that this kid did have some strength, and it was no problem to walk sideways in the East China Sea, but he had to converge a little in the great channel, otherwise he might hit his head full of bags if he encountered some hard stubble.

Although it may seem thrilling to the average person, this month's experience is only an appetizer for Zoro before a meal, and he looks forward to fighting against the strong, not against a group of shrimp and crabs in a shallow pond.

He had thought that he would inevitably have a battle when he met the pheasant, but this sudden encounter was plain, even if the fighting intent in his eyes was not concealed, but the pheasant would not deign to bully such a child as him.

"This guy is not easy to deal with." Blade of the Wind was a little surprised, as if he had spotted a great white shark in a pond where a group of small fish and shrimp were scurrying.

This person's strength may be comparable to the top heroes of the Valoran Continent.

"Indeed." Zoro replied silently, to become an admiral, he must be the one who is the strongest in the sea.

As for the heroes of the Valoran Continent, Zoro has never seen them, so if you have the opportunity, you may be able to learn about them.

Windblade said, "I felt the breath of ice on him. ”

Pointing his finger at the hilt of the Wind Blade, Zoro was a little surprised, "How did you find out?" ”

As a person with the ability of frozen fruits, the pheasant thinks that he is the second best in the world at playing with ice, and absolutely no one dares to admit that he is the first in the world, but the blade of the wind is obviously the first time to see the pheasant, how can he know the other party's ability.

"Attentively." The voice of the Wind Blade was low, but faintly deliberate.

Zoro wondered, "Where did you get the heart for a knife?" ”

When the Wind Blade heard this, he was immediately unhappy: "I have to remind you that you are holding the Wind Blade in your hand, and the one who is talking to you is the only sword spirit in this sword world, and this sword spirit has a heart!" ”

Sauron pouted: "Where?" Take it out and take a look. ”

"You stuff me in your heart, and you'll see it." The Wind Blade said ill-intentionedly.

"Cut."

When the dish was served, Zoro stopped paying attention to the Blade of the Wind and began to bury his head in dealing with the food in front of him.

Zoro doesn't like to talk when he eats, and the pheasants are about the same, and Dusty is also trembling and afraid to say more beside the two big guys, and the lunch is spent in silence like this.

Before leaving, Zoro packed a meal, and Dusty couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Zoro, haven't you eaten enough?" ”

The plates on the table were all left by Sauron, almost enough to fit Dusty for two days, and if he hadn't eaten enough, how much of Sauron's appetite would have been.

Carrying the packaged meal, Zoro nodded and said, "Well, take it back for afternoon tea." ”

Looking at the four or five full lunch boxes, as well as a 600ml bottle of rum, Dusty swallowed: "Then you go slowly, don't bother." ”

The pheasant, who was drinking alone with a cup of tea, looked up at Zoro who walked out the door, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

"This kid eats more than me."

There is a very interesting way to identify the strong on the sea, that is, to judge the strength by the size of the meal.

A person who can eat is not necessarily a strong person, but a strong person must be able to eat very well! Therefore, many times when you encounter a big stomach king in a restaurant, you can't feel that the other party can be bullied casually, otherwise it is not uncommon to be pressed to the ground and beaten.

The pheasant had heard of the method of judging the size of the meal, but it was only a joke.

After all, there are more people in the navy than he can eat, but there are few people as strong as him.

The pheasant didn't stop to observe just now, Zoro didn't eat as carefully and slowly as he and Dusty, he basically took a big bite of rice, and a plate of fried rice with a full amount was solved in less than half a minute.

In the end, when he put down the dishes and chopsticks, the burp was heard by everyone present, and the pheasant didn't believe that this guy was not full.

However, he was not interested in exploring Zoro's digestive function, maybe he was so talented.

……

Back at the hotel, Zoro went straight back to his room, and unsurprisingly saw a certain golden curly hair lying asleep on his bed.

"Hey, wake up, it's time to eat." Opening the packed meal and placing it on the table, Sauron uncorked the rum bottle and made a "pop" sound, waking up the sleeping beauty on the bed.

Rubbing his eyes, Sabo stared at the two dark circles under his eyes and raised his head, staring blankly at the ceiling, then tucked his nose and looked in the direction where the scent was wafting.

"Oh, Zoro, you are really my good brother." Like a hungry tiger pounced, Sabo ejected from his bed and appeared in front of Zoro in an instant, picking up the lunch box and spooning it into his mouth, no less fast than a beggar who hadn't eaten in days.

Leaning back in his chair and looking at Sabo who was eating nonsense, it was really becoming more and more difficult for Zoro to regard him as the same person as the future chief of staff of the revolutionary army, who was both wise and brave, mature and steady, although they were indeed the same person.

"Could it be that my appearance made him change his temper?" Taking a sip of rum, Zoro guessed.

That's actually true.

In his previous life, Sabo was rescued by the leader of the revolutionary army and has been studying with Haku, and was later taken into the revolutionary army by the dragon as an apprentice to exercise and study, his outstanding talent and efforts beyond ordinary people have left him far behind his peers, almost everyone has high hopes for him, and his strong strength has made many people trust him and rely on him, and it has also subtly changed him, making him mature and reliable step by step.

But in this life, Sabo meets Zoro, a man he has never been able to defeat, and he is still a year younger than himself.

In front of those who are weaker than himself, Sabo must ensure that he can give others enough security, but with Zoro, he does not have to let himself be so tense, and he can relax to his heart's content.

Anyway, no matter how embarrassed he looked, he saw it, so why care about those mundane etiquette, just be happy.

After thinking about it, Zoro felt that there were some things that could not be delayed any longer and that Sabo had to be made known.

"Saab ......"

"Well, what?" Sabo, who had eaten a mouthful full of oil, raised his head and stretched out his hand to stuff the rice grains from the corner of his mouth into his mouth.

"I just met a pheasant."

"Who?" Saab's chewing motion came to an abrupt halt.

Zoro paused word by word, and his words were clear: "Admiral, pheasant." ”

"Oh, it's him." Slowly chewing and swallowing the food in his mouth, and then pulled a piece of paper to wipe his mouth, Sabo's face was indifferent, as if what he heard just now was not a famous person on the sea, but a passer-by.

"Then I'll slip away first."