Gal felt that the stone under his feet was truly magical.

You see, when you kick your left foot, you reach the foot of your right foot. With a kick of his right foot, he went back again.

The scene froze.

Joan of Arc looked at him with a blank face.

Gal lowered his head and kicked the stone to play.

Stella watched him kick rocks and occasionally miss, so she hurriedly picked them up and put them back at his feet.

"Okay, I believe you, and I apologize for what happened before." There was silence for a while, and Gal felt that this was not a problem, and spoke.

Although it was an apology, the tone was still so casual.

But Joan of Arc didn't care about anything, nodded, and stood behind him again, one left and one right with Stella, like the two Dharma protectors.

Garl didn't feel guilty or anything, and according to Joan of Arc's reminder, he went straight to Loka's hideout.

Gal also knew that he was a little proud in his bones, as if someone else owed him, he should be good to him.

But it can't be helped, as a traverser, I have a congenital feeling of looking at NPCs, and I always maintain a sense of superiority of foresight.

Although I have integrated into this world for so many years, although this situation is gone, it has left other problems.

"It's an educator's problem!"

Who raised him?

Stussy, Queen of Joy Street!

Not to mention anything else, before Stella arrived, he followed Stussy in addition to training, which was to relax in the wine pool meat forest and the women's nest.

One side of the landscape raises one side of the people~

Don't lie to me!

He even felt that Don Quixote Doflamingo had developed such a character, he really didn't blame him, the family had educated him like that, he was a natural king, and everyone else should be under his feet and become his tools.

Stussy's approach to education is still excessive.

"Do you think these women are submissive? Isn't it pretty? Is it in good shape? As long as you are killed, they are someone else's~"

"You don't even need to kill people, as long as they are stronger and better than you, they will leave on their own."

"Nothing will be yours forever, love, friendship, companionship, faith? Those things, as long as they have power, can be destroyed! ”

"Only what you hold in your hand belongs to you!"

"You don't need to trust others, if one day, you need others to go to the fire for you, just use the ambition in your eyes to ignite them."

Gal even suspected that Stussy had brought the brainwashing of the CP organization over.

Fortunately, he had received an excellent nine-year compulsory education and had his own worldview, otherwise he might have become a 'Doflamindi'.

But some of these words also affected him.

Loka has always been his spokesperson in the dark world, wandering between the three sea emperors, and there are not a few people who fight his idea.

Even so, this guy is usually very flamboyant, and every time he goes to a small island, he stirs up a miasma there, which is very attention-grabbing, and people in the dark world can quickly find out his location as long as they have a little eyeliner.

So this guy got into the groove.

Every time before doing something, he prepared a way out in advance, and over time, he left a dark line on each island.

The three holes of the cunning rabbit are talking about Loka.

At this time, Gar was standing at the door of the mayor's house, blocked by two strong men.

"Who are you? What are you here for? The two security guards were vicious and obviously didn't take him seriously.

"Come and find someone, you go in and report it, and say that Szin Gal is here."

He didn't bother to bother with these two goods, after all, it was a place for his subordinates to hide and rest, and if it made a big fuss, this dark line would be discarded.

"Our master is not here, you can go to the town hall to find it!" It was clear that the two of them thought that Gal had come to the mayor.

Gal: "Then tell the steward, go in and report it." ”

As long as the news gets through, Loka will definitely know, and it doesn't matter who you tell it.

The strong man was already a little impatient, and his tone was a little perfunctory: "I said that my master is not there, and my master mother has also instructed that no one is allowed to disturb her when she is resting, go quickly, don't let me drive people away." ”

Gar's eyelids jumped when he heard him.

Turning his head, he asked the expressionless Joan of Arc, "Are you sure it's here?" ”

Joan of Arc bowed slightly: "Sure, he said to come here to find him during the day, and go to the tavern at night." ”

Gal asked again, "Haven't you been here?" Why haven't they seen you? ”

"Nope." Joan of Arc didn't explain anything.

"I see." He felt a little fucked, he could already imagine what it was like to be in here.

"Call him." ”

Stella's face was calm, but her tone was a little weird: "Do you really want to fight now?" Why don't you go to the tavern and wait, the news of our arrival on this island should reach his ears soon. ”

Gal waved his hand: "Fight, fight now." ”

"Yes, young master."

Po –

Stella held the phone bug and handed him the microphone.

Po –

Gal began tapping his fingers on the microphone.

Po –

His head was already starting to bulge.

Po –

He turned his head expressionlessly and asked, "Joan of Arc, are you practicing swordsmanship in Wano Country?" ”

"Yes." She is always concise and to the point.

Gal asked, "How far have you practiced now?" ”

"The steel chopping and sword qi have been completed, and the next step is to temper the skills and practice domineering."

Gal was stunned.

Pointing to the cottage inside the gate, "Can you split that house?" ”

"Yes." After Joan of Arc finished speaking, she cut off a branch from the big tree beside her and walked to the gate.

Seeing that the momentum was not right, the two strong men wanted to step forward and make a rough move. "What are you going to do?"

Joan of Arc ignored them, the branches hung to the side, looked at the buildings in the distance, and began to brew...

"Stella!"

"Yes!" Stella gracefully walked over and pinched them on the shoulders, and the two of them fainted.

Gal continues to watch Joan of Arc's performance.

He is not a swordsman, but he also understands the importance of weapons to swordsmen.

Now that Joan of Arc had no weapon in his hand, he was curious to see what the other could go.

Joan of Arc, who seemed to be in a daze, suddenly raised her arms and lifted the branch above her head.

And then

Thrown out!?

Gal secretly bit his tongue and held back the desire to complain.

What about the sword qi that was said to be good?

The branches flew straight through the gaps between the gates and towards the villa.

He noticed that the dust was getting bigger and bigger under the branches, and when he finally approached the house, a crack had been cut in the ground below.

Phew-

The branches passed through and were no longer visible.

With a blink of an eye, it was finally determined that nothing could be seen outside of a hole left in the wall.

Without waiting for him to ask, the house cracked open from the hole to the sides, breaking in half.

A house with a regular triangle becomes two right triangles.

Joan of Arc had already come over: "Because there is no knife, it can only be done to this extent." ”

Gal listened, thinking she was in Versailles.

This is the same sword skill as the Devil Fruit, no matter how you look at it, it's not ordinary!

"It's amazing, you can see your hard work over the years." He was satisfied, and he didn't notice that his tone was much softer.

"Hmm." Joan of Arc pulled her hair and stood in the back again, waiting for the people inside to come out.

Sure enough, a scolding voice came out.

"What guy who doesn't have long eyes did it?"

Loka yelled and jumped out of the house as she wrapped herself in her dressing gown.

Gal smiled gently, "Yo, Loka! How is the ventriloquist of the mayor's wife? ”