Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history

"happy holidays!!"

"Happy holidays!!"

A neutral island in the new world.

The streets are very lively at night, with lights and colorful lights everywhere.

People wear various festive costumes and congratulate each other in the market.

In an ordinary hotel bathroom.

Dolag turned on the shower, raised his head, and let the scalding hot water wash away the fatigue accumulated over the past few days.

Wisps of blood slid down the water. After a while, Dorag reached out and turned off the hot water valve, walked out of the shower room, and came to the mirror.

He raised his hand and wiped the mirror covered with water vapor, and saw his scarred body and a slightly unfamiliar face.

The scars on his face have begun to scab, and the mesh-like lines are deeply imprinted on the left side of his face like a tattoo, diluting the original gentle temperament and adding a bit of wildness, coldness and dominance.

Looking at the unfamiliar and thin face in the mirror, Dorag took out a long breath and smiled at himself in the mirror, somewhat forcedly.

He found that he had indeed matured a lot.

"You will be the only one to walk the road from now on, young man."

he murmured softly.

After saying that, Dorag put on a large bathrobe and walked out of the bathroom.

In the hotel box, a man wearing a cheap black suit stood there like a shadow, waiting quietly.

Seeing Dorag walking out of the bathroom, the man bowed slightly.

"Guest, you are safe now."

"This island is located in the waters of the New World. I have prepared specific charts and permanent pointers to nearby islands for you and placed them on my desk."

Dorag looked at the ordinary-looking man in front of him, so ordinary that he could never be found again in a sea of ​​people, and suddenly said:

"Do you know my true identity?"

The man replied respectfully:

"It doesn't matter. It is my mission to bring you to the sea of ​​the New World, and now my mission has been completed."

"But if you, my guest, insist on knowing the answer to this question, I can answer it truthfully..."

He said in a deep voice:

"I know that you are Monkey D. Drag, the biological bloodline of the navy's 'hero' Monkey D. Garp, who was once a 'monster' in the navy. Now he is being extorted by the world government and the navy for 2 billion Baileys. A world-class criminal with a huge reward on his head.”

Dorag was silent for a moment and then asked:

"Do you know what I did?"

The man replied:

"I know, you killed a Celestial Dragon."

Dorag frowned.

"Then you should know very well that this so-called mission of yours may very well cost you your life."

"Besides, aren't you afraid that I will kill you and silence you?"

The man shook his head and said:

"It is the greatest honor in my life to work for that gentleman."

"As long as I can complete the order he gave me, I will not hesitate to sacrifice my life."

Dorag looked at him deeply,

"Darren's men?"

The man did not deny it, but bowed deeply and said:

"Three years ago, Lord Darren saved the lives of my entire family and gave my family more wealth than they could spend in a lifetime... This is what I should do."

"In addition, Mr. Dorag, Lord Darren asked me to tell you something."

Dorag was stunned and asked subconsciously:

"What words?"

The man raised his head and smiled:

"He said... 'Actually, I can understand your feelings better than anyone else. After all, there are more than one Tianlong who died in Beihai'."

More than one Tianlong died in Beihai! ?

Dolag was stunned when he heard this, as if he had been struck by lightning.

He seemed to realize something, and his eyes suddenly widened.

"Is it difficult to..."

His face suddenly became extremely complicated, with various emotions such as surprise, shock, confusion, surprise, embarrassment, etc. intertwined on his face at the same time, making it look extremely wonderful.

I see! !

Dolag suddenly understood everything! !

Why can’t the truth behind the “attack” of Hildes Saint be discovered!

Why did Darren tell himself that he "understood" how he felt when he killed the Draco!

Why did he say "you shouldn't be so impulsive"!

Why was there a helpless, hateful look in his eyes when he looked at her!

…If that’s the case, it all makes sense!

Thinking of showing off the pleasure and majesty of killing the Celestial Dragon in front of Daren, Dorag felt his toes bend and tighten involuntarily.

etc! !

He suddenly remembered another thing.

If Darren had killed Hildes Saint, it would have been impossible for the Warring States General to have been unaware of it.

After all, the Warring States General was in charge of that building case from the beginning.

But if the Warring States General noticed something, why did nothing happen to Darren... instead he rose to prominence all the way?

There is only one possibility.

That is, Darren left no trace.

He did things so cleanly!

Dorag's thoughts soon became clear.

"I see……"

A slightly helpless smile gradually appeared on Dorag's face.

"I guess in the eyes of the generals of the Warring States Period, compared to Darren's shrewdness, I am just a fool..."

he muttered.

Now Dorag finally understands.

The Warring States General immediately sent Darren to "hunt" for his own intentions.

Do you regret it?

No, Dorag has no regrets.

Even if he could turn back time, he would kill that Celestial Dragon without hesitation.

This is his character.

He is far from being as calculating as Darren.

However, following the words of the man in front of him, Dolag suddenly felt that the depression and loneliness in his heart were all swept away in an instant.

It turns out... in this world, there is another person like me who dares to draw a sword against the "noble and great God"!

This feeling is like a person groping with a lantern in a long dark night, after experiencing countless hardships and enduring endless loneliness...

Suddenly, I discovered that there was another person, also walking forward with a candle in the dark night.

An extremely warm and even fiery feeling arose spontaneously in my heart.

"Darren..."

Dorag murmured softly, his eye circles were a little red, and his fists were clenched tightly.

"I thought we would drift apart from now on, or even go our separate ways."

"I didn't expect that we could still walk side by side."

"No……"

He shook his head, thinking of the legendary North Sea Fleet and Darren's confidence in controlling everything, and said in a voice that only he could hear:

"Perhaps you've gone further than I have."

"...Then, Mr. Dorag, I'll leave first."

At this time, the man said softly.

He pointed to the cake on the dinner table and said with a smile:

"This is my gift to you."

"Although I didn't understand that song, I felt a great power from it."

"I believe that your future road will be difficult and sacred. I hope this insignificant thought can add a little bit of sporadic sweetness to your great and suffering-filled career."

He bowed deeply, his expression sincere and sincere.

"Happy holidays."

boom!

In the night sky outside the hotel, colorful fireworks suddenly dispersed, gorgeous and beautiful.

Dorag's eyes were dazed for a moment, and then he remembered that the new year had arrived.

He smiled softly and said:

"Happy holidays to you too."

"Go home quickly and have a good reunion with your family."

"That's the most important thing, isn't it?"

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Ask for everything, thank you very much.

happy holidays.