After a short rest, Reilly still had a swordsmanship competition with Mihawk, and the final result was that Mihawk's sword was directly broken.

Generally speaking, if the sword is broken, it can almost be considered a failure.

But Mihawk directly used the broken sword to cut out a powerful blade, and after Rayleigh blocked it, he didn't continue.

However, he still oozed cold sweat on his forehead, he really couldn't be careless at all, the little ones in the family were unexpectedly a little strong.

Mihawk was not surprised, after all, if you talk about swordsmanship alone, he is already more powerful than most people, not only talent but also hard work.

He can still see this, and the person in front of him is a few years older than himself, and he can be called the overlord of the sea.

It's just that he looked at the broken sword in his hand, frowned, and walked over to pick up the fragments.

"Dean, I broke the light night."

Mihawk has attempted armed color attaching, but Reilly's armed color level is above him.

He took his sword very seriously, but now it was broken.

Catrell could clearly sense Mihawk's mood swings at this time:

"Leave it to me."

"Can it be recovered?"

"I can't do it, after all, it's still stuck in the basic sword standard, and if you want to re-smelt, it will definitely not be the one at the beginning."

Mihawk's brow still didn't ease.

"Don't worry, as a sword, broken at such a time, it is the pride of a sword, at least it means that it has to leave you for the time being. You need to take a step closer, and when you are truly powerful, no matter what you use, it doesn't really mean much, after all, everything in your hand can be a sword. ”

Catrell checked the damage:

"Later, the dean will try to see if he can continue to exist in another way."

"Okay."

"Alright, alright! It's my turn! ”

Anilu was eager to try at the moment, and even though he had just been caught by Reilly, he felt that he could be faster.

Reilly smiled helplessly:

"Aren't you little too energetic?"

Roger walked over quickly, as if he wanted to speak privately with Catrel.

"If it's to ask if those two little guys can go, it's actually fine, take them away."

"No, Dean, I've got something else to do with you."

When he walked to the quiet side, Catharl looked up:

"Where's your hat?"

"Give Shanks that kid."

Catrell raised an eyebrow, but still looked at the kid closely:

"You look old with a beard."

"Hahaha, after all, you have to look mature! Reilly always called me naïve. ”

"Sabre is good."

"Of course, this is one of the twelve workers of the Supreme Great Quick Knife, I'm precious, I treat it as my own son."

"Then you shouldn't have a son in the future, and you will also be named Ace, right?"

"Great idea!"

Catrell thinks he'd be cautious next time.

Roger seemed to remember what was going on, his face became serious, and he took out a golden ring pendant from his arms:

"Does the dean know about this?"

"Well, you know, what's wrong?"

"I just think it's a little weird, but I can't put it into words, but from my gut feeling, it seems that I don't want to wear it anymore."

"Just intuition? This one...... It's a troublesome thing, called pure gold, created by a doctor who loves his daughter to prolong his daughter's life. The role is............ Extended life...... And also...... Keep your body in its current state for a long time. ”

"How long does it mean to be extremely long?"

"It's about 200 years to keep a girl still young."

Roger's brows furrowed, and a look of disgust appeared on his face:

"I'll just say that guy didn't have a good heart."

Catharrell's intuition gave Roger a brain:

"This thing belongs to the treasure that can buy the world, and you still look disgusted, do you know how precious this thing is."

"Yes, yes, yes. That's why I'm not interested. ”

"If you think about it, if you have a terminal illness, you can delay the disease until you develop a solution to the corresponding disease."

"That's even more boring, doesn't it mean that I'm the only one who lives a hundred years there, and everyone else is getting old?"

"Indeed, it's a different kind of curse."

"Then I'll leave this thing to you for the time being."

Roger ripped off the pendant and threw it to Catharl.

Catrell took it:

"You're still frizzy, kid. Are you sure you don't keep it, just in case? ”

"If I do get terminally ill, let's talk about it. I want to live better today than I want to live for hundreds of years. ”

Catrell looked at Roger in front of him with a complicated expression, this kid had actually realized that he should have put this thing away and didn't carry it with him.

I kind of want to curse, and I want to say that you're really going to get a terminal illness.

But this kid wouldn't want to use it even if he knew, just like that kid at the beginning, they were all stubborn kids with their own ideas.

Sometimes you value something else more than your own life.

Damn, no matter what, if this cub goes that way, she'll really want to hit someone.

In the end, Catrell sighed:

"Whatever you want, really, it's useless to look for the dean then."

Roger could only smile, he probably knew what the dean meant, and the dean was a little angry now.

"Dean, don't be angry, you don't know me yet!"

Catrell simply tugged at Roger's ear:

"I just know you too well, so I don't worry about you kid, listen, I will have a grandson to play with me at home in the future."

Roger looked distressed:

"It's so troublesome to have a baby or something."

"I didn't let you give birth now, and when you really have a child in the future, you will go home and bring your daughter-in-law to live together."

"Gotta come to it, wait until I find someone I like first."

"Okay, you'll meet it."

"Dean, you're really sure sometimes."

"Of course, your dean can predict the future."

"Hahahaha, the future? I'm curious about what my future holds. ”

"You ......."

"Don't say it, Dean, let me see it for myself."

"You really believe it, stupid boy. Alright, get out of here, take the two little ones away, and I'll be more relaxed here. ”

"If you don't want to give up, dean, feel free to come and see it at any time."

"I'll ....... it, go over, the boy Reilly let him rest too, it's tiring enough to take care of you, and I'm still pestered by the little ones when I go home."

"I'm pretty good at it, and Rayleigh doesn't bother me at all."

"You fart."

Reilly's voice came from behind Roger coldly.

Roger was taken aback:

"Reilly? When did you come, really, and didn't say hello. ”

"I'm looking for the dean too, after all, I haven't seen the dean for a long time."