days in the world of pirates

Mo Sen has always cared about killing and not burying people.

He didn't care how surprised Ace and Shanks were at each other.

Maybe the two of them will hold each other's heads and encourage each other?

Ahem...that picture was a bit beautiful, and it took a lot of effort for Mawson to get it out of his mind.

However, it has nothing to do with him anyway.

Even if they do get into a fight.

If this is the case, it must be Ace being pinned to the ground and being rubbed by Shanks.

Judging from Ace's current strength, it will take at least a few years of experience to catch up with Shanks.

Not to mention this, but after Shanks knows Ace's identity, if Ace is really in danger that he can't fight, Shanks's character will never stand idly by.

Speaking of which, fate is sometimes a wonderful thing. Shanks is optimistic about the little brat Luffy.

But who would have thought that Mawson, who became his friend, could compete with him in just ten years from a small navy.

Now there was another powerful super newcomer, and he never expected that this Luffy's brother would be the captain's son whom he respected the most.

The fetters of fate are sometimes so elusive.

Mohsen has been in this world for more than ten years, and he has already understood some rules.

Some things that were going to happen may be changed because of Mawson, and some things cannot be done even with Mawson's power.

Unless he forcefully intervenes for the sake of change.

For example, fighting a war.

If he can kill Blackbeard in advance, it is very likely that the war on top will not occur in the future, otherwise Ace's character will never give up on catching Blackbeard himself.

However, he has now greatly improved Ace's strength, and it is still unclear what will happen by then.

In fact, it is also because although Mawson's relationship with Ace and the others is pretty good, they have not yet reached the point of life and death, and Mawson cannot be considered a purely good person.

He can do whatever he can for Ace and is willing to save his life.

But it would be unrealistic to ask him to use all his strength to deal with Blackbeard.

You have to know that given Whitebeard’s emotional character towards his son, if Mohsen really went to Whitebeard’s territory and slaughtered Blackbeard, it’s hard to say whether he would be able to walk out of Whitebeard’s territory alive.

He was only Ace's teacher for more than a month, not his biological father.

If Ace had been replaced by Zephyr, Garp or Vincent, then Mawson would have risked a war with Whitebeard to kill Blackbeard.

In fact, Mawson has done a lot for Ace, including saving Ace and teaching the three brothers.

As for Ace's teachings, except for some things that he couldn't teach, such as the Sixth Form of the Navy, such as Haki, he could say that he taught everything else.

Mawson mainly liked the character of Ace in his previous life, and also because of Garp, he taught him for a while, so they had an intersection.

Otherwise, there are many characters that Morson likes, such as Hancock, Robin, Vivi, Rebecca, etc., wouldn't he be able to solve their problems one by one?

Obviously this is impossible.

He is just an extremely ordinary fat man, and he is not a holy lady.

Let others take care of the Holy Mother's affairs. What he can do depends entirely on his own mood.

Now he is just an ordinary little loser with strength, good looks, and status, not a superman.

Put all the good and bad behind you. Anyway, you have done everything you should do. We will talk about what happens in the future!

If you have strength, you are so willful.

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Early the next morning, the Mawson officially set sail.

Without saying goodbye or seeing off, the huge naval warship disappeared above the sea amid the slowly falling scattered snowflakes.

And behind them, there was also a pirate ship sailing in the opposite direction towards an unknown distance.

On the deck of the Spade pirate ship.

Standing at the front was Ace wearing a cowhide hat. His chest was exposed under his cloak. I don't know if it was an illusion, but the expression on his face was not as childish as it was yesterday.

Experience is the best growth aid.

Ace's mood fluctuated this day, and he may have received more stimulation than in previous years.

He went from being full of ambition and pride when he first arrived, to being surprised after seeing Mawson, to becoming enlightened after being shocked, and finally to the complexity of his chat with Shanks.

This day's growth is simply rocket-like.

A man's maturity always comes in an instant. Although Ace is not completely mature yet, his temperament has lost that childish feeling.

"Captain, are we really not going to Bancroe Island?"

The sound interrupted Ace's thoughts of flying to where he didn't know where to go.

The so-called Banklo Island was the next stop of their original itinerary. After passing this island, they officially entered Whitebeard's territory, which was the route Ace prepared to challenge Whitebeard at the beginning.

On a ship, whether it is a pirate, a navy, or a merchant ship, the captain has absolute power.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is life and death.

Generally, even if it is a wrong decision, as long as the captain decides so, the people below must abide by it.

This is a long-established rule that has been passed down for who knows how long.

When Ace decided to challenge Whitebeard before, it was not like no one had different opinions, but in the end Ace insisted on it, so they as crew members had no choice but to agree to it.

In fact, now that Ace has given up this idea, they are relieved.

Especially after seeing how hopelessly powerful this level was yesterday, they were even more worried that Ace would continue to challenge it.

That is undoubtedly a way to die.

"Of course, we will change our route to Snadru Island. Half a year! We will try our best to grow and become stronger during this half year, and then we will set off to challenge Whitebeard."

No one knows what Ace, who came back late last night, talked about with the two big shots, but they can feel that Ace is different from before.

There seems to be no change in passion, but a trace of composure has appeared on this flamboyant guy.

"Don't worry, Captain." Ganliu, a stable navigator of the Naga-hand clan, made a rare statement, "We will not be left behind by you. We will follow you to challenge Whitebeard to make our 'Spade' pirate group famous."

Where is the sea?"

As a member of the Nagate clan, Ganliu is the tallest among the cadres on their ship. According to general measurement rules, he is as tall as two Luffys.

Under the falling fine snowflakes, he was wearing a single garment on his upper body. The slightly tight garment exposed his burly figure.

Several ropes as thick as a child's arm are wrapped around the arm to control the direction of the sail.

"Hahaha, our steady navigator has said so, so we can't lag too far behind the captain, otherwise it will be very embarrassing."

"Only a guy like you can hold me back. I'm not a vegetarian with my fists. Even against the Whitebeard Pirates, I can make them look good."

"Bangxi, you bitch, do you want to fight? I've been putting up with you for a long time."

"Tch, here you go, come face to face, if I don't blow your balls out, I'll take your last name!"

"..."

A gust of cold wind blew by, and everyone including Ace seemed to think of something bad and couldn't help but tighten his legs.

No joke.

This eldest sister can really crack her balls when she goes crazy!

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The huge Mawson is much more capable in the wind and snow than ordinary pirate ships.

This is the benefit of large size.

Not only is it stable, but it is also very powerful and travels much faster.

The only thing that's a little bit unpleasant is that the sail with the big word 'MO' written on it at the front of the battleship looks a bit out of harmony. It has obvious signs of repair, and it's no longer the white sail of the original navy.

.

It turned into a multi-color interweaving, like a piece of shabby clothes that had been patched with countless patches.

Looks extremely ugly!

This is the result of having a lot of supplies on Shanks' ship. Otherwise, I'm afraid I would have to go to the next island to replenish the entire sail surface.

It's a bit ugly, but then again, as long as it's useful, it's fine.

If there is a better choice, who doesn’t want to look better? If the conditions don’t allow it, we can only make do with it.

For example, in the previous life, when Mo Sen was studying, there was a buddy from the Foreign Languages ​​School next door. The guy looked like a bad guy, but he was a rare breed. Some pretty girls had no choice but to make do with him.

When they thought of this guy, many of them became furious and wished they could kick that bastard away and go over to take his place.

I only regret that I didn’t choose the School of Foreign Languages ​​or the School of Liberal Arts!

So, it doesn’t matter whether something looks good or not, the key is where it is and whether it is useful.

Mawson stood on the deck, and the wind and snow fell from his side, leaving no feathers attached to him.

He moved his eyes away from the sail and focused on the sky in front of him that had begun to become brighter and clearer.

After all, not everything can be as perfect as I am now. Not only do I have perfect looks and a body with golden proportions of perfect abdominal muscles, but I also have strong strength and a well-liked personality...

"Oh!! I really don't know who can burn incense and have a perfect man like me. I think she will wake up laughing in her dreams, right?"

Ain:……

Co-author: You have been thinking about this matter for a long time here?

What should I do if the narcissistic problem of the commander becomes more and more serious? But... whoever can really become the wife of the commander will be the happiest one.

Speaking of which, the entertainment newspaper kept writing about me and the commander...

The young adjutant stood beside Mo Sen, looking at his profile, unable to help but fall into inexplicable thoughts.

"Hey, hey, Ain, although I know I'm good-looking, if you keep staring at me like this, I'm going to charge you.

When I think about being watched by you for so many years in vain, I feel a little bit at a loss."

Mawson's words rang in the adjutant's ears, and Ain, who had long, silky blue hair, couldn't help but smile.

She secretly spat, blaming herself for being so unreserved. Even though she had been following the commander for several years, sometimes she still got addicted to his beauty and couldn't help herself.

Ain recovered after a while. After all, she already had good drug resistance. She continued the topic: "Sir, you haven't said yet whether we should go to Chief Smoker's place first."

"No, I'm going to go directly to an old friend. After all, I haven't seen him for a few years. I guess my sudden appearance will give him an unexpected surprise, right?" Moson shook his head, with a strange smile on his face.

Ain shivered violently. The officer's smile was simply too...evil.

Whenever he shows this smile, it means that someone is going to be unlucky.

but--

"Friends?" Ain wondered.

She didn't know if the commander had any friends there besides Smoker.

In the past few years, he has spent most of his time developing fruit abilities near the base, and has not even returned to the headquarters a few times.

Not to mention near the G-5 base.

"Oh, the word "friends" is a bit inappropriate." Mosen explained, with some unclear meaning in his tone, "Perhaps it would be more appropriate to say they are enemies of life and death, or enemies.

But it doesn’t matter what I call you, we are an old acquaintance anyway, so I guess he is also looking forward to my arrival."

In the light of the calcium carbide fire, an unruly face flashed in Ain's mind.

Hearing Mo Sen say this, she seemed to know who it was.

As Mawson's adjutant, Ain naturally knew a lot about Mawson's past, and she also knew very well about the grudge between the Shichibukai where this mission was located and Mawson.

After all, these things are not secrets, and Mo Sen has no intention of hiding them. It would be easy for her, an adjutant, to know about them.

However, she still couldn't help complaining about Mawson's choice of words: "Sir, I think it's more appropriate to describe it as frightened. I think His Majesty the Shichibukai will not welcome your visit."

"Ahem... Ain, you have to know that some things are best seen through without telling them, especially when the commander is pretending!"

Mo Sen was choked by the little adjutant, and couldn't help but stretched out his hand and rubbed her head a few times, messing up Ain's cute blue hair.

Really, the little adjutant is becoming less and less cute.

Ain pushed Mawson's palm away with some annoyance. Such an action would make her feel that the superior treated her as a child.

You know, in terms of actual age, she is older than Mawson.

Mo Sen didn't take it seriously. At this time, the little adjutant looked more like an annoyed cat who couldn't help but show his claws to the poop shoveler.

"You know, I usually like to do things neatly and straightforwardly, and go straight to the bottom of things.

If you go to Smoker's place again at this time, it will be as uncomfortable as if the serial novel series about me in the messy newspaper you like to read is suddenly discontinued. At this time, will you worry about the person who wrote these novels?

Will this guy suddenly become a eunuch? Can't you help but want to send him a blade?

Let me tell you, this kind of behavior is wrong. After all, who likes to cut themselves when they have nothing to do, right?

But we can’t imitate those people, even if they have their own reasons. So the commander has to clear out the holes, go straight to the Yellow Dragon, and give that guy Doflamingo a surprise."

"Or as you said..."

"Scare!"

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(Ahem, I drank too much with my client yesterday. Today I have to make up for my ten thousand words. If you get beaten, you must stand at attention. Dear book friends and bosses, please don’t slap me in the face. After all, the author relies on this face to make a living.)