The capital of the seven waters.

"What, you need to go back if something happens to your hometown?" In the office of the president of Carrera, Bingshan looked at Rob Lucci, who came to ask for leave, and was slightly surprised.

As his own right-hand man, one of the five foremen of the company's No. 1 dock, Bingshan thinks that he is very concerned about this Lu Qi, who likes to play with birds.

But only now did he know that this guy had a family.

It's no wonder that Lu Qi squats in the dock all year round to build ships, and the scope of activities is basically the dock→ tavern, → company, and he is basically on call as if he is online at any time.

"It's not easy." Bingshan walked up to Lu Qi, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Although I don't know what differences you have with your family that have caused us not to see each other for so many years, after all, we are a family, and blood is thicker than water." ”

"Go ahead, I'll give you a big vacation, and the company will reimburse you for the round-trip boat fare!" Bingshan knows that if you want a horse to run, you have to give the horse grass, and a little convenience can make employees love their work more, so why not.

Of course, his personality is not so much as to be calculated, but simply to provide some benefits to outstanding employees and friends.

Lu Qi nodded, showing a hearty smile: "Then I will thank the president." ”

Leaving the president's office with a subtle expression after finishing his work, Lu Qi's face changed instantly, and the shadow of his black top hat covered his eyes.

At the corner of the corridor, he nodded at the oncoming person, and said in an undetectable voice: "Excuse me, you continue to monitor, and report any abnormalities in time." ”

"Okay." The blonde secretary who staggered by whispered in response, then twisted his waist and knocked on the door of the president's office.

Walking out of the company, Lucci looked up at the scorching sun rising into the sky, and snorted meaninglessly: "Nicole Robin." ”

"Goo-goo?" The pigeon on his shoulder looked at his master inexplicably.

"It's okay, I'm going to go on a business trip for a long time." Stretching, Luci felt like he could finally move his muscles.

……

……

In the rape flower port, Bafaro and the two watched Sauron leave, and the two looked at each other, and they could see each other's relieved eyes.

Although they had only been together for half a day, the pressure that Zoro had put on them was really a bit great.

is not only the absolute crushing of force, but also the aura that is not visible but shows the compulsion everywhere, Bafaro even has a feeling of facing his own young master.

It's all so unpredictable, it's all so unfathomable.

"What are you looking at when everyone is gone?" Baby5 slumped in his chair, lazily sipping on a glass of juice.

Buffalo touched his rounded chin: "I'm thinking about how to deal with this guy next time I meet him." ”

"Have you figured it out?"

"I've figured it out."

"What to say."

"Change to a more powerful bodyguard."

Baby5：……

Is this disgusting to the old lady?

"Ahem, let's go, let's go, the task given by the young master hasn't been completed yet, so don't worry about Luo Luonoa's affairs for now." Seeing that Baby5's face was not good, Bafaro decisively changed the topic.

The interview with Zoro was just a stopover, and they had other tasks.

"It's a pity." Finally glancing at the figure that disappeared into the crowd, Baby5 sighed.

Such an attractive man, if he can join Don Quixote, maybe his life's major events can be solved nearby.

On the other side, Sauron blended into the bustling streets in disguise.

Since he exposed Klockdahl's true face, his popularity in Alabastan has increased day by day.

Fortunately, the photo in the newspaper is still the image of a swordsman with a green algae head and a three-knife stream, and now he only needs to put all three of his (original) knives into the storage space of the Wind Blade, and wear an Alabastani robe to disguise himself perfectly.

"I can't imagine that you, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, have learned to play cross-dressing." Tempest Blade teased, "You said that if you had done this when you had killed Valpo in the Drum Kingdom, would the operation have gone more smoothly?" ”

"It's called following the locals." Sauron looked at the rape blossom harbor to see if he could find a merchant to get a ride on Barna.

There was no way, the Baroque Walker Work Club was demolished by him, the president was sent to prison by him, the second-in-command Robin was also poached to make a revolution, and several other cadres were struggling to protect the environment.

"Then why don't you let the Don Quixote guys arrange it for you?" Tempest Blade wondered.

Zoro rolled his eyes: "This kind of thing to visit other people's ancestral tombs should be low-key!" ”

After going around the port, I didn't find the hitchhiker, but an acquaintance met one.

is still the bald uncle who sells fruits, but he is a little listless for some reason, and he looks like an old employee of the company who has no hope of promotion and salary increase.

"Yo, uncle who sells fruits, meet again."

The bald uncle was depressed and hopeless on vacation, and when he saw a stranger dressed up in a tight dress suddenly coming to his side, he was puzzled: "Who are you?" ”

Pulling the hood up slightly, Zoro revealed his iconic green hair: "It's me." ”

The bald uncle narrowed his eyes: "You're here." ”

Zoro nodded, "I'm here." ”

"You shouldn't have come." The bald uncle held the knife on the stall.

"I'm already here." Zoro looked the bald uncle in the eye.

The bald uncle grinned at the corner of his mouth when he heard this, and said with a smile: "Delicious and juicy watermelon on the whole?" ”

"Here's a petal."

"Okay." The bald uncle took up the knife and split the round and large watermelon in two.

Handed half a watermelon to Zolon, handed a spoon by the way, and the bald uncle asked, "Little brother, what about your previous female companion, why is it missing?" ”

"Something separated." Zoro didn't care about the bald uncle's profiteers, and took a large spoonful of watermelon and sent it to his mouth.

This melon is indeed sweet.

"Uncle, do you know if there is a caravan around here that is going to Albana, I want to hitchhike."

The bald uncle, who was also holding a watermelon and nibbling on it, raised his head, thought for a moment, and said to Nunu, a tavern in the distance: "You can go there and ask, their boss has just been given a newspaper by you, and I want to help you solve this little problem." ”

"Hey, thanks."

The two squatted on the edge of the fruit stall and ate watermelon, chatting with each other, all over the world.

From the criteria for judging the quality of fruits to the harm caused to the body caused by underage drinking, from the antagonistic relationship between the navy and pirates to the class struggle between commoners and nobles, and then from the difficulty of adults to support their families to the late marriage and late childbearing of contemporary youth, the two talked for a long time, and the bald uncle finally convinced Sauron.

In the end, Sauron, who felt that his brain was filled with a mess of knowledge, hurriedly said goodbye, and he felt that if he didn't leave, Uncle Fruit might continue to tell the grand history of his courtship of more than 30 sturdy young men from the same village who hugged the village flowers.