Pirates: Starting from the Demon King of Uta

"sleep!"

Link started to make a fuss. Uta comforted him and took him into the room arranged by Du Lin. Before entering, he turned to Olvia and warned: "Olvia, if you need anything, call Lin." It's okay, there's only one wall between us, and Link's ears are very good."

Olvia smiled, gave Uta a reassuring look, turned around and entered her room.

There are only three rooms in this house, namely Dulin's, Yale's, and a guest room.

Uta and Link shared a room, Olvia shared a room, and Dulin had to squeeze in with Yale.

Link slept soundly, and nothing happened throughout the night.

But at the Navy Headquarters, Sengoku was forced to get up and work overtime.

Looking at the thin information in my hand, I suddenly felt a headache.

It contains some basic information about Link and the three of them, very basic information, only a few names.

Fortunately, three photos are included.

They were Link who was sitting on the throne playing with the crown, Uta who was smiling and humming next to him, and Olvia who was standing not far away reading a book silently.

It can only be said that the navy's photographers are very capable and can even take photos like this.

Originally, it was not a small matter for a king of a participating country to be killed. In addition, when he saw Olvia's name written on the intelligence, Warring States only felt that one was as big as two, which made it even more headache.

The face of the person in the photo is covered by his robe, but the burns on the hand holding the book are clearly visible.

Coupled with that familiar name, information about O'Hara kept flooding in his memory.

After a long time, he sighed and ordered: "Don't decide on the reward yet, you can go down first."

The major and others on the other side listened hesitantly and asked: "But what about the World Government..."

After all, he is the king of the franchised country, so doing nothing is unjustifiable.

"Don't worry, I have my own arrangements."

After dismissing his subordinates, Warring States thought about the lieutenant general who was still on standby at the headquarters, and then called the flying squirrel among them.

Not long after getting the news, Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel came to Zeng Guo's office. After nodding, Zhan Guo didn't say much and handed the information to Flying Squirrel, telling him to read it before speaking.

"This is……"

After seeing the name Olvia, Flying Squirrel's already cold face became serious. He looked at Olvia's photo in detail and compared it with his memory.

Lieutenant General Flying Squirrel once participated in O'Hara's demon-slaying order, so the Warring States Period brought him here this time.

After the flying squirrel looked at it for a while, Warring States finally asked: "How is it? Is it the same person from before?"

The Flying Squirrel was silent for a moment and said slowly: "I'm not sure. I saw it with my own eyes back then. She burned with the Tree of Omniscience. Logically speaking, there should be no chance of survival."

After all, Olvia is just a fragile ordinary person. There is no way she could survive in that situation. But looking at the burns exposed in the photo, Flying Squirrel was a little unsure and thought about how Olvia could survive. .

"One Nico Robin is already a lot of trouble. There must not be a second O'Hara remnant, so I can only trouble you to make a trip."

Warring States said solemnly.

Regarding Nico Robin, Kuzan has been leading the search for so many years, but he has not been caught after so many years. The Warring States Period did not believe that there was nothing fishy in it, so he found someone who had been to O'Hara with him back then. A flying squirrel who knows some relevant information.

"Okay, I will set off immediately to confirm this matter."

Both of them knew very well how to deal with Olvia. They looked at each other and the flying squirrel nodded, turned and left. On the cloak behind him, the word justice was constantly shaking.

"Tsk, what a troubled time."

He reached for another file on the table. It was also a group of newly minted pirates, especially those who set out in the hometown of his old friend.

"Portcas D. Ace from Windmill Town..."

Since he had worked overtime and couldn't let his old friend rest, Warring States called Garp over.

Twenty minutes later, a yawning Garp arrived belatedly.

As soon as he entered the house, he went to Sengoku's locker with a familiar touch, took out the senbei hidden in it, and started eating it without any politeness at all.

"What's the point of calling me here so late?"

Click, click...

The voice of rejecting the senbei gradually sounded. Sengoku was a little annoyed when he heard it. He stepped forward, threw the document on his face, and then snatched the senbei back.

"Don't be so stingy."

Reaching out to catch the document, Garp said with some dissatisfaction, threw it aside without even looking at it, and stepped forward to fight with Sengoku for the senbei.

"Stop being ridiculous and look at the document I gave you. You have at least three things to say to me."

He stopped Garp and put the senbei on the table first. He had to wait until Garp left before hiding it, otherwise Garp would see it and hide it in vain.

"Um?"

Originally, he usually did not read the documents that Sengoku threw to him. Sengoku also knew this, so some important things were told to Garp by Sengoku himself.

After all, in Garp's opinion, as long as he doesn't look, troubles can't catch up with him.

But after hearing Sengoku's words, Garp also became interested. He picked up the documents on the ground and started to read them.

At first glance, he saw a photo. The person in the photo was very familiar to him. It was Ace who was fostered by him in the bandit house.

Looking at the smiling face in the photo, Karp instantly felt his fist harden.

Although Ace has been clamoring to become a pirate, he did not expect that Ace would sneak out after not returning to Windmill Town for half a year, making Garp seriously doubt whether there was something wrong with his education.

But facing Sengoku's questioning gaze, Garp could only laugh and said, "Who is this? Why are you showing me this?"

Garp's acting skills were very exaggerated, and anyone could see that there was something abnormal about it. Warring States was speechless and said, "That's not what it said."

Garp smiled, looked at Sengoku's face, and continued: "What a coincidence, he came out of Windmill Village like me. Hahaha..."

"That's not the case either."

Warring States' expression gradually turned sour. Seeing that he couldn't be fooled, Garp had no choice but to grimace and said dryly: "Okay, I admit, this is my grandson."

Warring States was stunned, looked at Garp in disbelief, and said, "Your grandson? Him?!!"

"Yes, look, don't we look alike?"

Garp said, raising the document to his face for Sengoku to compare.

Warring States looked around, and if they were to be similar, the only similarity was their smiles that deserved a beating.

"This is not your grandson at all."

Shaking his head, Warring States was not satisfied with this explanation. This was not what he wanted to hear.

"This is my grandson. Look, don't our names all have D in them? It's true."

Garp was still making far-fetched excuses, and Sengoku shook his head.

"I've known you for decades, and you always refresh my understanding of how thick your skin is. You're really good at it, Garp."