I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

312. Princess Disease vs Stockholm Syndrome (2)

[Talk?] Sakaski was leaning halfway on the cabin door, and at this moment, the sailors pretending to be busy and running around were constantly shuttling around him.

As a senior veteran captain, Mr. Sa has been on dozens of ships if not hundreds.

For ordinary sailing battleships, he also admitted that sailing would indeed be rushed. Tightening various ropes, observing the wind direction... and other important tasks have to be dealt with in time. . . . But this steam paddle steamer, you little rascals, is adjusting the damn sails!

Sakaski is too lazy to teach these muscular heads a lesson, so please cover up the expression clearly written on his face, please?

Immediately, he made a gesture to the ghost spider waiting on the deck, signaling the opponent to clear the field ahead of time.

The ghost spider nodded knowingly in response, the vice admiral of the Navy Headquarters, who had a vicious face and a talent for being a villain, slammed his face, and with a bit of anger in his gloom, he yelled at the group of [provoking children]: "I just want to eavesdrop Great news, how about all the crew members running a 100-kilometer cross-country ride together tomorrow?!"

[Okay your mother! ! ?] The veterans complained frantically in their hearts, and scattered like birds and beasts.

Compared with big news, the rare rest time after returning to Hong Kong tomorrow is the most precious and cherished thing for these veterans who have families, women, and brothers and friends.

The captain's room is located in the diagonally rear area of ​​the bridge. A group of curious little bastards with "happy" written all over their faces were chased away from around Sakalski under the command of the lieutenant general.

Looking at the group of melon-eating soldiers who were hiding in the bow of the ship and watching Sakalski's next movements, Mr. Sa felt very tired.

What? Why don't you go in and talk secretly?

Sakaski has full confidence in his steel-like will, but he dare not have the slightest confidence in the big mouths of his subordinates.

As long as you go in alone, the sailors and journalists with holes above the neck can come up with 500 tricks for the subsequent development of the cabin!

With his cerebellum, he could have imagined that a light-speed reporter in the headquarters would definitely not let go of such exclusive news. By then, Sakaski might not even have a place to cry when the wind critic was murdered.

The crotch of the yellow mud paste is not shit, but it turns into shit, and it can't be washed off.

What the people who eat melons really care about is not whether your crotch is covered with mud or shit. Usually, they only care about whether the stuff on your pants is poisonous in shit or mines in shit!

Across the door, Hancock was alone, locked in the cabin alone.

The hideous and ugly wound on the back seems to add a sense of incompleteness to this mortal beauty, which is somewhat similar to the beauty of the broken arm of Venus in another dimension.

Her figure was a bit bleak, and she felt a bit of grievance in her loneliness: "You recognized me, didn't you?"

Across the door, Sakaski could still clearly hear the other party's slightly crying voice.

Recalling the scene of that day in his mind, he indirectly admitted: "Is Rayleigh okay?"

【really. 】Hancock folded his hands around his knees, and buried his head in the crook of his arms.

"Thanks."

In the claustrophobic space, her voice was lowered again and again, almost making Sakaski, who claimed to be not weak of hearing, almost miss it.

Sakaski kept his back to the cabin door, raised his brows: "Why do you want to thank you?"

"Although this concubine doesn't know your true intentions, I should be grateful for being able to keep a secret for this concubine in front of everyone." Hancock laughed bitterly, and Sakaski completely shattered his proud coat, She realized that that man could easily threaten her own survival and take her own life if he wanted to.

This time it was Sakaski's turn to be surprised: "I thought you, a narcissistic girl, really have no brains, so you calm down?"

Hancock, who was slighted again, did not show any anger this time. Hearing Sakalski's words, she seemed to be recalling something: "No brains, the cruel and inhuman things in the Holy Land Marie Gioia died long ago in slavery."

The number one beauty in the world gradually clenched her fists as she spoke.

The sharp nails are deeply embedded in the flesh without knowing it, but from an angle that no one can see, the smile becomes more sad: "Although the concubine is not as far-sighted as Grandma Gu Luoliosa, she is not an idiot who can't understand The concubine wants to hear your real intention of keeping a secret, whether it is good or bad, I just want an answer."

She was confused, lost on the road of self-knowledge, as if she was in a deep prison and was at a loss.

She was distressed, depressed and worried about the fugitive slave status that troubled her at that moment.

She hates, hates those Tianlong idiots who once treated them as human beings!

Anger and hatred ferment in the depths of memory, and grow stronger and breed in the lingering nightmare.

But the world government's highest combat force [Red Dog], who was supposed to be cursed by her day and night, destroyed the Tianxianglong's hoofprint intentionally or unintentionally, helping her keep the secret.

The enemy who played with her life in the applause gave her the dignity of being a "human" in subtle ways.

Not as a slave, dying in disgrace after being ruined.

"You can understand it as respect, or as a handle." Sakaski stared at the sea,

He can pity and sympathize with the tragic experiences of the three Bo Ya sisters. Being regarded as slaves and objects by Tianlong people is not how a "human" lives. His gaze gradually became firm, and he sighed with a gloomy face: "But you have crossed my bottom line after all."

Trapped in the cabin, the Pirate Queen quietly listened to the only source of sound, except for Sakaski's deep voice, only the irregular humming of the waves beating the hull echoed in the cabin.

"thank you."

Hancock murmured softly toward the door, but this time, it seemed much more sincere.

There's more to being human than being sorry.

What's more, you have to learn to remember a responsibility.

Sakaski was noncommittal for Hancock's thanks, and he threatened coldly: "I stayed with you back then because I thought children should live a more humane life. But if you turn from being persecuted to perpetrators If the king descends to the Qiwu Sea and then attacks the civilians on the merchant ships, then he will have to personally deal with the cause of the disaster that was released back then."

You are a beautiful woman, why should you be a thief?

He thought for a while, and asked the question for the first time: "Have you ever seen [Liberator] Tiger, who is currently the same king as Shichibukai with you?"

It was clearly just a door, but it seemed to cut off the cognition of the two of them by thousands of rivers and mountains.

Hancock shook his head blankly, not understanding what Sakalski said.

Sensing the behavior of the other party, Sakaski had no choice but to break down the truth, and explained in detail: "Everyone knows that Tiger is a slave of the Tianlong people, but in Fishman Island, his personal reputation is almost the same as that of Neptune. Putton is equal. There are countless people who admire him openly and secretly all over the world."

"You're always worried that other people will know about your past," says Sakalski, who turns out to be a friend of women and decides to be an incompetent life coach. He sternly pointed out the crux of the problem to this completely unqualified Her Majesty the Queen: "If you really want to solve this problem completely, you don't rely on arrogance and conceit to shape your image and carefully bury every moment of the past. When you are overwhelmed by your charisma and magnanimity.”

【That’s all for now, let’s do it for ourselves. 】

After finishing his speech, the admiral strode away without saying anything more. It is impossible for Sakalski to discipline everyone of these passers-by in his life. It is a good thing to be able to listen to them, and it is the same thing if they are not.

And he, this stranger who came in a hurry, had a clear conscience.

Boa Hancock clearly "watched" the navy as it went further and further away with a sophisticated look of knowledge and domineering.

Silence brews in a lonely space, and is full in loneliness.

There is still unconcealable fear in her eyes, as well as that indescribable softness.

The vermilion lips parted lightly, but it was a pity that the other party had already walked away.

"thank you."