Pirates, the immortal evil god on Luffy's ship

"The German Ideology? What is this?"

Drago picked up a book from the pile and looked it over before asking Hidan.

"Don't worry about it, take these books back and read them first, you will discover a new world after reading them."

Feidan waved his hand and looked at Dragon with a cocky expression.

"Okay, you can go now."

Dorag closed the German Ideology in his hand, pointed his finger at the entrance of the tavern, and drove people away.

"Don't worry, look, your son wants to go out to sea as a pirate, you have to give him some money, right?"

Feiduan ignored Dragon's attitude, came close to him, rubbed his thumb, middle finger and index finger back and forth, and said with a lewd expression

"No money."

Drago glanced at Hidan, his face full of the word"dream"

"What are you doing? You, the leader of the Revolutionary Army, are telling me you have no money?!"

Feidan punched the bar and yelled at Dragon with a surprised expression.

"Recently, the World Government has intensified its crackdown on us, and our companions in some countries are now unable to eat."

Drag turned his head away, looking at the wine in the wine cabinet with a guilty conscience.

"You... Is it really okay for a leader of the Revolutionary Army to end up like this?"

The excitement in Feidan's eyes disappeared instantly. Sure enough, there is really no one in Luffy's family who can be trusted. This thing is really hereditary.

"Do you think I want to?"

Dorag took a sip of wine with a melancholy look in his eyes.

Do you think he is really doing well as the leader of the Revolutionary Army? Not only does he have endless things to deal with every day, but he also has to think about various strategies... If a junior named Sabo hadn't taken over the position of Chief of Staff recently, he might not have had time to visit his son.

"Well, I thought you guys were so powerful, the Revolutionary Army?"

Feidan stood up and shrugged.

"By the way, is the tattoo on your face the print of old man Garp's slippers?"As he was about to leave, Hidan suddenly remembered something and turned around with a lewd expression and asked

"You...get out!"

Upon hearing this, veins popped up on Dorag's head, and he waved his right hand, blowing Feiduan away with a gust of wind.

"Pay the money."

The old bartender behind the bar silently put down the glass in his hand, looked at the door that was broken by Feiduan, and stretched out a hand to Dorag.

Dorag silently took out his wallet from his arms, rummaged in the wallet that was almost as clean as his face for a long time, and finally found 100 Baileys and handed it to the old bartender.

""Tsk, poor bastard."

The old bartender took the 100 Baileys and cursed at the wrinkled banknote. The 100 Baileys were not enough for him to change a glass.

But who was Dorag? The old bartender's word"poor bastard" sounded like someone lying next to him and shouting in his ear.

"Damn it, isn't it just a slipper print? Why are you so anxious?!"

Fidan, who had broken through the door and flew out, stood up, raised an international friendly gesture to Dragon, and cursed loudly

"Get out!"

A wind blade flew out from the tavern, cutting a scar on the cement road under his feet.

""Okay, brother!"

Feiduan rubbed his hands, bowed to the tavern sincerely, and ran away in small steps.

He had to be timid. What if Dragon got angry with him? What if Dragon was cut in half vertically and fed to the sea kings?

Dragon, who was sitting in front of the bar, shook his head and opened"The German Ideology" again to read.