days in the world of pirates

Mawson returned with a full load.

There were about dozens of 'gold leaf' variety durians placed on his one-man sailboat, and the entire boat was filled with a rich and incomparable fragrance.

On the way back, the old demon came out to show off, but he almost died on the spot because he couldn't stand the smell.

Well, even if it means killing him violently, it's still a demon sword.

There was no place to stop for supplies along the way from Durian Island back to the naval base.

For a small sailboat, more than a day is acceptable.

Fresh water and some necessary supplies on the road were also bought and placed on top of the durian.

As for food, that's not a problem.

This is the benefit of being strong.

A strong man can do anything.

If you catch a big fish or sea beast randomly on the waterway, with Mo Sen's current strength and knife skills, it will never take more than ten seconds for a fish bigger than him to process the ingredients. The sword flashes just a few times, and it's already

Handled properly.

Then sprinkle the fish meat cut into pieces with salt and other seasonings, and use the high-temperature flame generated by the friction between the long knife and the air to grill the meat.

There is no one else who can use a demon knife that is sharper than an ordinary sharp knife to grill meat.

It doesn't take long for the fish to be grilled until it's charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and it's served with a delicious durian pulp.

The seabirds passing by were all made to cry by Mo Sen.

…

G-2 Naval Base, Mawson's return did not cause any waves.

Everyone has long been accustomed to the elusive presence of the base commander, so there is no need to be surprised to see him return anytime.

Because you don't know, he disappeared from the base at some point.

Needless to say, the base director's office is the largest and most exquisitely furnished office in the entire base, but it has nothing to do with Mawson. It was all decorated by the former base chief. Mawson felt good after he came over and didn't make any changes.

In fact, he is just lazy and afraid of trouble.

Commodore Smoker's office is on the other side of this floor. I don't know when it became a trend within the Navy that the higher the officer's office is, the higher it must be.

For example, Sengoku's office is on the top floor of the tallest tower in Marine Fando.

The same is true for the base director's office in Mawson.

He felt that this kind of trend was very bad and it would be better to put it on the first floor for the convenience of both himself and others.

Most of the time, when Mawson was too lazy to walk up and down the stairs, he entered and exited directly through the window.

Ahem...dangerous moves, please don't imitate them.

After all, it is five stories high.

In the office, the information sent from the Warring States Period has been sorted out by the soldiers below.

Mawson called Smoker over to discuss it.

The room was filled with the smell of durian, and Smoker frowned when he walked in.

Fortunately, he still had a cigar in his mouth, and the smell of smoke diluted the unpleasant smell a lot.

"Come on, Smoker, come and try it, the 'gold leaf' of durian island tastes absolutely amazing.

Don't say that I didn't take care of you, I brought some for you to taste, and the soldiers will send them to your office later."

Seeing Smoker come in, Mawson quickly called him over. He brought these back specially.

There will then be a ship shipped directly to the base.

Smoker said disgustedly: "I don't want it, no need to give it to me.

You said you came to me to discuss something, isn't that just the discussion?"

Mo Sen was surprised, you said you don’t want such a delicious fruit?

How can you do it if you don't want to?

How can this show my care for my subordinates?

"Try it, it's really delicious." Moson broke off a piece of pulp, wrapped it in a clean paper towel, and handed it to Smoker.

Then he added with a smile: "You can choose to eat it yourself, or I will beat you up and stuff it into your mouth."

???

Do you still listen to human words?

Smoker's heart was filled with ten thousand grass and mud horses galloping past. If I hadn't been able to beat you, I would have beaten you up now.

Do you think I will give in if you are so domineering?

ridiculous.

Smoker took the cigar away with one hand and took the golden pulp from Mawson's hand with the other.

He simply held his breath and stuffed the whole piece into his mouth.

Why?!

Damn it!!

So delicious!

Smoker's frown relaxed, and the delicious food put a pleasant smile on his face.

After swallowing it all, a look of reluctance flashed across Smoker's face.

He opened his eyes, and Mo Sen across from him was looking at him with a narrow face, and he couldn't help but blush.

"Well, it tastes pretty good, no wonder you have to go here."

Smoker turned serious again, as for his refusal just now.

Rejection? What kind of rejection? That's not what he said.

How can you refuse the reward from your superior?

Mohsen ate a piece of it, wiped his hands and looked satisfied.

"Okay, let's get down to business now." Mawson said with a smile. He handed the information on the table to Smoker, "Read this and tell me what you think."

Smoker took it.

The data includes written descriptions such as logbooks, naval patrol records, and some map information.

At the beginning of the year 1502, it was discovered that the entire island of Vermeio, located somewhere along the Grand Line, had disappeared, and its place had turned into the same ocean as the surrounding area.

No trace of the original island remains.

There are records of other islands later, but some were destroyed by natural or man-made factors.

There are two other cases like this with no trace, and this is the fourth case on Durian Island.

Mawson did not rush Smoker. He went to pick up the hot water bottle and filled his cup with water.

Pour Smoker another glass.

Then return to your seat.

"How's it going? Do you see any clues?"

Seeing Smoker put down the information in his hand, Mohsen asked.

Smoker pondered for a moment and said: "It's not like some natural disaster has occurred on these islands that suddenly disappeared, otherwise..."

He pointed to the first information, which was the first island that was found missing.

"Otherwise there are still people living on this island, so there would be no news at all."

Smoker continued, "And the Durian Island you went to these days."

The air was still filled with the smell of durian, and Smoker suddenly felt that it didn't smell bad at all, and it still felt a little fragrant.

"The islands here suddenly disappeared. It is said that the villagers nearby had no reaction, and a small island disappeared.

This definitely cannot be a natural disaster, it must be man-made. To be able to do this must be the ability of the Devil Fruit.

I just don’t know what the fruit’s ability is.”

Mo Sen asked: "Then what kind of ability do you think he is?"

Smoker shook his head, he didn't know what the plot was.

"The powers of fruits in this world are all kinds of strange, and so far no Devil Fruit can be recognized.

Even the devil fruit illustrated book only records the abilities of the fruit that have already appeared.

I don’t know exactly what the fruit ability is. Please tell me what you have discovered.

I’m afraid the few missing islands haven’t attracted your attention, but what have you discovered?”

Smoker finally asked back. He knew the character of the guy in front of him very well. Normally, Mohsen wouldn't bother to take care of such trivial matters.

Not to mention producing so much information.

If this guy didn't know something, he would have eaten all the durian shells in front of him.

Mawson didn't lie. In this world without satellite radar and other high-tech technologies, finding a group of pirates in the sky is no different than finding a needle in a haystack.

"Feitian." Mo Sen simply mentioned two words.

"What?!" Smoker's pupils shrank, and he almost bit the cigar in his mouth, "You mean, that legend from the previous era?

Hasn't it been more than ten years since he escaped from Impel Down City?"

Mo Sen nodded and said: "Yes, it is precisely because of the other party's ability that I thought of him. Don't forget what the other party did in our headquarters twelve years ago.

If it were him, wouldn't it be easy for him to disappear from the Navy's sight for more than ten years?"

Smoker was silent. He sat opposite Mawson and kept smoking, obviously digesting the news.

"Has this guy been on the Grand Line for more than ten years?" Smoker asked with some uncertainty.

Mawson shrugged and replied: "Who knows? Maybe the other party has already traveled around the entire world.

But looking at the location of the disappeared island, it should be good that the opponent spent most of his time on the Grand Line."

"So..." Smoker leaned forward and said.

Mawson's eyes were bright: "So our goal is to find him and catch him.

I heard that the two famous knives in his hands are the Great Knife with Twenty-one Skills, I have been envious of them for a long time."

Fortunately, the old demon has now completely transformed into its true form, otherwise it would have to jump out and argue with Mawson.

While eating the food in the bowl, I looked at the food in the pot.

Do domestic flowers not have the fragrance of wild flowers?

Male humans don’t have a single good thing!

"It's not easy to find such a legendary guy, especially with his ability. It's really difficult to find him." Smoker was not as optimistic as Mawson.

This is actually an obvious thing.

Otherwise, the navy would not have discovered the other party's presence for twelve years.

Just like this time, if Mo Sen hadn't heard the news by chance and ran over in person because of Durian.

It is estimated that this news will be ignored by the Navy.

Mawson also agrees with Smoker's point of view. Luffy can meet him because he is a child of the world.

He, Mohsen, is not.

"Of course it's not that simple, but I have already reported it to the old man from the Warring States period.

Now, not only us, but the entire navy will secretly pursue this matter." Moson said, "In order to avoid alerting the enemy, the old man from the Warring States Period will not reveal the news. Our mission is to find his traces as soon as possible.

Since he has exposed his head now, there will definitely be other clues left behind."

Smoker asked: "Then what are your plans?"

"Don't worry, think about it, how big is the area of ​​the first disappearing island?"

Smoker was puzzled, but he picked up the information again and looked at it carefully.

The area of ​​the island is not marked on it, only some sporadic descriptions of the island.

"It doesn't say how big the area is."

A black line appeared on Mo Sen's forehead, he just praised you not long ago.

"You can make your own estimate based on the description. How can such an island be more than ten kilometers in diameter? What can you think of such a large island?"

Smoker put down the information and started thinking according to Mawson's prompts. Soon his expression became solemn: "Such a big island can disappear out of thin air. The legend is indeed a legend, and it is really strong."

Bang!!

Mo Sen threw his head on the table. Why the hell did you think of all this for a long time?

What's the matter with you, little brother?

I even praised you for being smart, but you are still smart.

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