Pirate's Gas Fruit

The shopkeeper looked at Maude, nodded and continued,

"Yes, there are many ordinary knives in the store, and there are also a small number of refined knives, but hundreds of knives are not as good as a precious knife or a famous knife!"

"That's because the famous sword is not only made of the best materials, but also made by the best swordsmiths with perfect sword-making skills. It is not only the superficial sword-making process, but also the spirit and philosophy of the swordsmith.

Hit by a knife!"

Maude was speechless when she heard this,

"Spirit and concept are cast into the sword. This is a bit mysterious. You are not kidding!"

The knife shop owner's eyes were more serious than ever before and he said, "I never joke when it comes to knives. That's for sure. Can you lend me the knife you're wearing? If my guess is correct, this should be the same knife."

Famous sword!"

Maude couldn't help but nodded in surprise, pulled out the famous knife from her waist, Chaolu, and handed it to the shopkeeper. As soon as the fat knife shopkeeper held Chaolu's hand, his eyes suddenly lit up. After careful observation outside, the moving sound of drawing the sword emerged.

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Looking at the blade of the sword that shines like a treasure, after slowly pulling it out, it shines with dazzling light under the sun.

"What a beautiful sword. This knife is great. It is indeed a famous knife. I saw it right!" After holding the knife and admiring it for a while, the shop owner enjoyed it very much. He put it aside and took a sip of tea quietly.

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"What's the name of this knife?"

"Morning dew means the first drop of dew in the morning light after the dark night. I remember explaining it this way!" Maude looked at the shopkeeper's amazed look and smiled.

When the shop owner saw Maud's appearance, he said amusedly,

"Hahahaha, boy, didn't you just tell me that it is metaphysics for a swordsmith to cast his own spirit and ideas into the sword? Were you kidding? It seems that even you yourself don't understand your own sword!"

"Chaolu is the idea and spirit of the swordsmith who forged this sword, is it true?" Maud said hesitantly after hearing this.

"Do you know the origin of this sword? If you don't mind, I'll tell you in detail. Maybe you can understand it better. I think the swordsmith must have had a strong desire for light, otherwise he wouldn't be able to understand it better.

I can make such a knife!"

As Maude explained the origin of this knife, the shopkeeper couldn't help but nodded and secretly said that it was indeed the case. After the knife shopkeeper explained, Maude realized that it was probably due to the turbulent times in the Kingdom of Oiket.

In the darkness, there was a swordsmith who was looking forward to the light in the darkness, so he forged such a sword.

The knife shop owner took the morning dew and handed it back to Maude respectfully, explaining,

"Boy, since you understand this sword, I hope you will not use this sword to do evil. Otherwise, it will only bring sin and stigma to this sword, because when a person does evil, the famous sword he carries will also

Blame it!"

"People will die and knives will be passed down, but knives will always exist with sin and stigma!"

"What you said seems to be somewhat similar to that of Marine Major Dasqi, hahaha!" Maude put the knife on her waist, drank tea and smiled, seeming to think of the Major's sister who had just fought fiercely.

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The fat knife shop owner suddenly smiled and said,

"Ah, you're talking about that beautiful sailor. She hangs around outside my shop whenever she has time. It's a pity that she came to my shop countless times, but she just couldn't find the third generation Kitetsu in front of her, hahahaha!"
This old guy, Maude looked at this guy's proud expression, most likely secretly competing with Dusiqi, and looked at the demon sword in his hand, the third generation of Kitetsu, speechlessly, and couldn't help but return it to the shop owner.

The shop owner didn't answer, and said in surprise, "This demon sword has been chosen by you, and you don't plan to buy it!"

"You said that a sword should match a hero, so of course a demon sword should match a ghost hero. Let it wait for its master!" Mod smiled softly. He is a one-handed swordsman, so there is no need to use two swords. He just came here to try it out.

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"Don't let this kind of knife be your loss. Anyway, I didn't lose anything!" The shop owner said unhappily without taking it.

"You are so eager to sell, I will accept it!"

Mod was a little speechless when he saw this. He couldn't help but put it away when he looked at the Third Generation Kitetsu in his hand. The enemies he faced were not necessarily all evil. They might also be the navy. If the famous sword Chaolu didn't want to do it, he could use the Demon Sword Third Generation Kitetsu.

That’s fine.

"That's right. Come on, boy, I'll settle the score for you. For the sake of our speculation, I'll give you a discount of one million Baileys!"

"Five hundred thousand Baileys. This sword is a demon sword. It cannot be used by ordinary swordsmen. And you must put it in a bamboo basket and sell it cheaply!"

"What, you robbed half a million Baileys of a demon sword? You think you are a pirate!"

"I am a pirate!"

"Really!?"

"Really, the bounty is 20 million Bailey Lane Mod. You can check the Navy's bounty list yourself!"

"Five million Baileys, I sold it, Uncle Maude!"

Maude held the third generation Kitetsu in her hand, and looked at the knife shop owner with a shocked expression on his face. He simply sold the knife to her for 500,000 beli, with an apologetic smile on his face at the end. Maude was speechless.
After the knife shop owner happily sent him out of the store, the uncle couldn't help wiping the sweat from his forehead. Looking at the white-haired figure walking away, he couldn't help but quickly returned to the counter, took out a stack of reward sheets, and quickly rummaged through them.

Mod’s bounty list is out.

"Sure enough, what he said is true. Oh my god, I actually talked for so long with a big pirate with a bounty of 20 million Baileys. I even admire my own courage!"

"Maybe I am also a courageous and powerful swordsman, hahahaha!"

Just after the shopkeeper laughed at himself, took a few sips of money, and took out a knife from the depth of the counter. He saw the snow pattern on the scabbard and gently pulled it out. The crisp sword sound was very pleasant. It was a famous knife.<

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The shopkeeper caressed the knife and said to himself in obsession, "Xue Zou, who will your master be? I'm really looking forward to it!"

During the few hours that Maud was chatting with the knife shop owner, in a large hospital in Rogge Town, in a seriously ill inpatient room, Smoker was lying on the bed and slowly woke up from his coma.

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"Mr. Smoker, you're awake, great!" As soon as he made a move, a familiar, sweet and concerned girl's voice came from the side.

""Dasqi, it's you, what's wrong with me!"

Smoker turned his head and saw the girl wearing the cloak of justice. There was a knife beside her. When he saw the cloak of justice, his expression condensed and his whole body seemed to have strength. He sat up suddenly and shouted,

"By the way, that hateful pirate, the guy with the natural fruit ability, that guy with white hair and a sword, what's his name!"

"Colonel Smoker, his name is Lann Mod!" After hearing this, Dusky immediately replied.

Smoker muttered and said angrily, "Lan Mod, that guy's fruit ability can actually control the air. It's so dangerous. I actually let such a dangerous guy go into the Grand Line!"

Seeing this, Dasqi couldn't help but comforted him a few times, and quickly collected information that could be used to find out Lann Mod's disappearance, and told Smog together. After hearing that Mod defeated Dasqi and Cyclone Eric, Smog

I can't help but be silent.

"He is indeed very strong!" Smoker said softly.

"But none of the sailors we surrounded Lann Moder, including me and the mercenary Eric, died. Mr. Smogg seems to have deliberately kept his hand!"

"It is more shameful to be spared by a pirate than to be killed. Now I want to arrest him before he enters the Grand Line!"

Upon hearing this, Smoker knew that Moder intended to keep his hand, but he just felt that he couldn't accept it. He pulled out the infusion tube regardless of Dasqi's objection, put on his coat and ran outside quickly with Dasqi.

The nurses and hospital staff in the hospital couldn't help but be stunned when they looked at the open door of the intensive care unit and the torn off infusion tube, and they couldn't help but be shocked when they looked at the running figure.