Freeman in the Pirate World

Another day passed, and when the sun just rose, a raft appeared at the end of the sea.

There were two candles burning in front of the raft, but the flames were green. If a timid person saw it at night.

It was probably to see the grandmother on the spot.

"Ahem~ Ahem~" Morgause, to be precise, the birdman Morgause in the form of an albatross, was preparing for a live broadcast.

He had already set up cameras on the reef island and sent people there, but he didn't dare to go down.

Because he had reported the gossip about the white ghost several times in the newspaper, although that guy would not kill him.

But, a beating was inevitable.

On the luxury cruise ship of Nellizabello, the man in black robe looked up at the raft in the distance, and a crisp and pleasant voice came out: "Is that the recognized world's number one swordsman?"

Although the man was wearing a black robe, his beautiful and mature body could not be covered, and a pair of straight long legs were exposed.

If Nelizabello didn't know who this guy was, he would have sent someone to arrest him and torture him to see what kind of person he was under his face.

Just that voice made me feel like my soul was about to fly away. Fortunately, Nelizabello suppressed his rage, otherwise it would be a big trouble.

Everyone present turned their heads to look at the raft.

Those nobles put some desserts and fruits on the table directly, and prepared fine wine, as if they were ready to watch a big movie.

"Ahem~ Kacha."

As Morgans's live broadcast of Den Den Mushi was turned on, pictures appeared all over the world.

Of course, the first picture was still the familiar head of Morgans wearing a hat.

"Hello everyone, I am your old friend Morgans. I am very happy to broadcast this upcoming great swordsman duel for you again."

Morgans passionately babble a lot of nonsense, and the people in front of the live screen turned black.

If this guy was in front of me, I would have to give him a knife. So much nonsense, this is what the reckless man said in his heart.

Those ordinary people wanted to throw rotten eggs at Morgause, too much nonsense.

Ahem~Morgause moistened his throat: "Okay, let's turn the camera to our world's number one swordsman."

As Morgause spoke excitedly, the camera began to move slowly with him.

As the camera moved, the figure of Joracol Mihawk appeared in the camera, with short black hair, sharp yellow eyes like an eagle, and a short beard.

Wearing a black hat with white fluff, a burgundy patterned shirt, a black windbreaker, white trousers, and black boots.

Hanging a cross knife on his chest, carrying the world's strongest black knife, Night, on his back.

Mihawk's fans in front of the live broadcast screen showed love in their eyes, and looked at Mihawk in front of the screen like crazy.

"Lord Mihawk is so handsome~!!"

As Mihawk appeared on the screen, not only those fans, but also some swordsmen on the sea unconsciously clenched their swords.

On the Moby Dick, Vista stared at Mihawk with his eyes fixed, holding the sword at his waist tightly with both hands, looking at him with a face full of fighting spirit.

"I wonder when I can fight you once, Mihawk."

At the Navy Headquarters, Jinpiro Jiyuan left his body: "The world's greatest swordsman? Humph, let's see how he can fight that bastard."

As Morgans began to explain Mihawk's hard journey to find the White Ghost, everyone gradually began to sympathize with this guy.

This is too unlucky, right? Did God deliberately separate the two of them?

The Den Den Mushi switched to the side of Clo and his group on the shore, because Mihawk had landed, and Morgans installed a Den Den Mushi here for a better live broadcast effect.

Of course, the White Ghost asked for a lion's mouth, 100,000 Baileys per position.

This little bit of stinginess was a drizzle for Morgans, and he also knew that this was because the White Ghost didn't mind putting his gossip in the newspaper.

Cloe, wearing a black suit that wrapped his muscular figure and sunglasses, walked towards Mihawk.

"Welcome to the world's number one swordsman, Mr. Joracol Mihawk."

Mihawk looked up at the mountain, and his observation Haki sensed something and raised his mouth: "Are you going to give me a chance?"

The crowd in front of the screen was stunned? What opportunity? Do you have to give a chance to fight that white ghost? Isn't this too arrogant? ?

Cloe smiled and shook his head slowly: "You misunderstood Mr. Mihawk, our captain said.

It's not easy for you to find us, and it's not easy for us to find you, so it's rare to meet you once, so we have to squeeze out your greatest value."

After Cloe finished speaking, he snapped his fingers, and Enel waved his hand, and soon the silver tables, chairs and benches appeared.

Then, Enel and others brought a portion from the kitchen on the ship.The exquisite food was placed on the table.

Cloe adjusted his glasses: "We warriors can't use swords, so we can only do something for those crew members."

Mihawk was not polite, and walked straight forward and began to enjoy the food.

Most of the people watching the live broadcast heard the conversation and had already guessed something, and they were more looking forward to it.

Other big shots also wanted to see the strength of the White Ghost crew, although those strong men who used fists did not appear.

"Kacha," Senior lit a cigarette: "How strong is the world's number one swordsman? We will know soon."

Enelu ate his favorite apple: "I want to see the person who is the strongest swordsman on the sea at present."

Ada and Aer, the two fools, looked at Mihawk with fighting spirit. Although they didn't use swords, the word "strongest" attracted them a lot.

Really considerate Brother Bai, Xia Qi smoked a cigarette, and sat on the grass with Rayleigh to watch the live broadcast.

Rayleigh took a sip of wine and watched Mihawk elegantly enjoying the food, as if he was drinking with it. Hearing Xia Qi's voice, he laughed.

"You'll know why that guy is so considerate later."

Good guy, that bottle of red wine is a top-grade product worth hundreds of thousands of Baileys, it's really worth it.

Xia Qi wanted to ask something, but Rayleigh looked like you'll know later.

Xia Qi was so angry that she kicked Rayleigh and turned her head to watch Mihawk's live broadcast of eating and didn't want to watch this old guy anymore.

Mihawk elegantly finished these exquisite dishes. He was a delicate person who never wasted food, and the food tasted good.

Seeing Mihawk stand up, the audience on the live screen and the people on the scene knew that it was about to start.

One by one, they held their breath and stared at Mihawk without blinking.

Mihawk took a few steps, turned his head to look at Ain, who was at the dragon head position on the boat, and then looked at the two knives next to him.

"Why aren't you in the front?"

Ain blinked his big, beautiful eyes and smiled slightly.

"My man said that I don't need to fight this time. Watching the fight is more effective than me fighting."