Stella on the side was thoughtful, looked at the young master's frozen body, and sighed secretly.

Although she didn't know these things, she trusted this little girl a lot, and she also understood that waiting for death in this girl's mouth was really waiting for death.

Just think about it.

A young girl, for the boy she likes, went to sea alone at the age of 7, survived in the bloody wind and rain of the New World, and practiced her swordsmanship in the territory of the Four Emperors and the country of the Four Emperors, and went for seven years.

It is equivalent to so far, half of his life follows the person he likes, and the other half of his life works hard for him.

Now I feel that I can help him, and I am full of joy to come back.

Putting on the most beautiful dress, pondering the preferences of his sweetheart, and covering his bare skin with a cape, he wanted to show him his best side.

In the end, there is only suspicion and murderous intent.

It's her, and she doesn't want to live anymore.

Besides, he didn't see Loka nearby.

This shows that the other party does not know when they will come.

Plus this is almost a sea of people that almost crowds the dock...

Stella had images in her head.

The girl who greeted her sweetheart waited at the pier early, and because she didn't know when the other person would return, she might wait here every morning until the sun set.

Of course, it is also possible to wait here all the time, standing there all night.

It is this peculiar sight, the strange girl, and the other party's covetous appearance that has become more and more famous in the past few days, which is why so many people have gathered.

Seeing the embarrassing situation of her own master's hands, and not doing it, Stella sighed.

stepped forward and bowed: "Miss Joan of Arc, I apologize to you on behalf of the young master, I am very sorry for misunderstanding you, please forgive me." ”

"Long time no see, Sister Stella ~ You don't have to apologize, I'm not angry." He said hello, but his eyes kept on Gal: "I'm just waiting for him to kill me." ”

Naturally, they have known each other for a long time, after all, they are all by Gal's side.

The two of them are also very polite, both you, yours.

Stella is called this because of her status, and she needs to maintain due respect for the other party who can interact with her owner on an equal footing.

Joan of Arc calls it that, then it's really respecting Stella.

Gal watched as the two finished talking, and Stella nodded lightly before retreating behind her.

The corners of his mouth twitched.

He remembered something from the past.

This guy was like that in the first place, and no matter what he and Stus said, what they decided would not change.

It's like that, and it's like insisting on leaving...

Gal made a decision in an instant.

"Where's Loka?"

Joan of Arc: "......"

"Then I'll find it myself." Garr turned and walked away without looking back.

Stella followed behind, pondered for a moment, and asked, "Young Master, wouldn't this be good?" ”

Gal doesn't know much about girls' minds, and he doesn't analyze them as thoroughly as Stella.

Anyway, he knew that that guy had made himself unhappy and couldn't get off the stage.

Then dismantle the stage and stop singing.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Stella understood what he meant.

The young master has the pride of the young master, and she is unwilling to bow her head, she doesn't think there is anything wrong.

As for Joan of Arc, pity is pitiful...

But you deserve it!

Her maid's purpose is: The world is big, and the young master is the biggest!

She began to change the subject: "Do you need to use a phone bug to contact Loka?" ”

"No, it's either in the tavern or the casino anyway, and we're just going to take a turn."

Gal stretched: "I've been on the ship for a few days, but I've been suffocated." ”

Stella glanced down, but couldn't see her toes.

She felt that what the young master said was boring, and it should have nothing to do with herself.

"I remember... The casino should be over here~" Gal came to an intersection and muttered to himself for a while, ready to find a random direction to go around.

"Loka is in the hideout." The cold voice sounded again.

Gal looked back expressionlessly, and saw that Joan of Arc had come behind him at some point, and his eyes narrowed imperceptibly.

Joan of Arc spoke again: "To kill or not to kill?" ”

Gal realized something, frowned and asked, "You have awakened to see and hear?" ”

Seeing and hearing colors are different from armed colors, and they don't need physical support, so even if you are young, you can practice.

But he hadn't woken up yet, so he didn't find out when Joan of Arc had followed.

"Hmm." Joan of Arc nodded and acknowledged.

"If you don't kill me, I'll follow you."

Gal was puzzled: "Why? ”

Joan of Arc didn't seem to understand what he meant, and she frowned and thought about it for a moment.

"What's that, you ask, why?"

Gal carefully checked the other party's face, not like he was playing with himself, and then replied, "Why are you following me?" ”

"Hasn't it always been like this?" Her tone was unfazed, like Stella in the maid state.

It's just that one side is advancing and retreating with the master, and it is necessary to be honorable and disgraced; One side has decided on the direction, and it doesn't care about anything else.

Anyway, in Gal's opinion, the other party felt that following him was a natural thing.

1+1=2？

Why?

He felt that the other party thought it was like this.

This made Gal a little confused about how to speak.

Whether the other party still likes him or has another purpose, clues can be detected through clichés.

But Joan of Arc is obviously not the case, and people feel that they should follow themselves.

What kind of bullshit axiom is this?!

And he has maids.

Stella clearly saw that her master was in trouble, and she stepped forward to look at her master, and only after getting a nod did she speak.

"Miss Joan of Arc, what does the young master mean you are for?"

Gal gave Stella a look of surprise.

I have seen a lot, I have seen more.

Otherwise, King Luffy said that he couldn't become One Piece without a partner.

There is a specialization in the art industry~

There is just one more word, and the meaning seems to be different, and the theme is clear at once.

So he decided to give up the negotiation completely to Stella, and quietly took a half step back.

Joan of Arc also understood what she meant, and considered it for a moment: "I think I should do this, I like to follow him, and I want to follow him." ”

Stella began to ask knowingly, explaining her young master's confusion: "Then why did you leave in the first place?" ”

The light in Joan of Arc's eyes dimmed, and she turned to Gal for a quick glance, then turned back and replied, "I don't want to be a burden." ”

Gal felt that it was very appropriate to say, 'I don't think you are a burden,' but it was obviously hypocritical, so fake, that he didn't believe it himself.

Fortunately, he has a maid who cares for the Lord.

"The young master won't think you're a burden."

"Maybe not in the past, maybe not in the future. Because that's the truth, and if I continue to stay there, sooner or later it will become a liability. ”

Gal kicked the pebble at his feet and lamented that he was really cold-blooded: "......"

Am I so obvious? Even a little girl under the age of eight can find out?

"And you're coming back now?"

The two obviously engaged in a Q&A session, but both the questions and the answers were well understood, mainly for someone next to them.

"I'm getting stronger, and I want to be the sword in his hand, if not the sharpest, not the hardest."

"I wanted to try it too, so I came."

Without asking, Stella stepped back and stood behind Gal again.