Pirates, Undead Gods on Luffy Ships

"The German Ideology? What is it?

Dorag casually took a book in the pile and looked back and forth, and asked Fei Duan.

"You don't care, you take these books back and read them first, and you will find the New World after reading them."

Fei Duan waved his hand and looked at Dorag with a smelly expression.

"Okay, you can go."

Dorag closed the German Ideology in his hand, pointed his finger at the door of the tavern, and directly plucked people.

"Don't mind, look, your son is going to go to sea to be a pirate, do you want to give some money?"

Fei Duan directly ignored Dorag's attitude, leaned over to his side, rubbed his thumb and middle index finger back and forth, and said with a lewd expression.

"No money."

Dorag glanced at Fei Duan, and the word dream was written on his face.

"What are you messing with? The leader of your dignified revolutionary army told me that there is no money?! Fei

Duan punched the bar counter and yelled at Dorag 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."

Dorag tilted his head and looked at the wine in the wine cabinet with a weak heart.

"You this... Is it really good for the leaders of the revolutionary army to be mixed like this? The

excitement in Fei Duan's eyes disappeared instantly. Sure enough, Luffy's family really doesn't have a reliable one, and this thing will really be inherited.

"You think I want to?"

Dorag took a sip of wine sadly, his eyes full of sadness.

Do you think he is really doing well as the leader of the revolutionary army? Every day, there are not only busy things to deal with, but also thinking about various strategies... If it weren't for the recent takeover of the position of chief of staff by a junior named Saab, he might not have had time to see his son.

"Well, how powerful do you think your revolutionary army is?"

Fei Duan stood up and shrugged.

"By the way, is the tattoo on your face a slipper print of Old Man Karp?"

Fei Duan, who was about to walk out, suddenly remembered something, turned around and asked with a lewd expression.

"You... Get lost!

Upon hearing this, Dorag's head instantly burst into blue, and with a wave of his right hand, a wind blew the flying section out.

"Lose money."

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

Dorag silently took out his wallet from his arms and rummaged through the wallet that was almost clean with his face for a long time before turning out 100 Bailey and handing it to the old bartender.

"Oh, poor."

Taking 100 Bailey, looking at the crumpled note, the old bartender scolded in a low voice. That's not enough for 100 Baileys to change a wine glass.

But what kind of character is Doragna? The old bartender's phrase "poor" in his ears was tantamount to lying on his stomach and shouting in his ears.

"Damn, isn't it a slipper print? What are you in a hurry ?! Fei

Duan, who flew out of the gate, stood up, made an international friendly gesture to Dorag, and cursed loudly.

"Get out!"

A wind blade flew out of the tavern, directly cutting a knife mark on the cement road under his feet.

"Okay, brother!"

Fei Duan rubbed his hands, bowed to the tavern from the heart, and ran away with small broken steps.

This is not intimidating, what if Dorag is in a hurry by him? What if Dorag cuts him vertically and cuts it in two, and then feeds it to the Neptune class?

Dorag, who was sitting at the bar, shook his head and reopened The German Ideology to read.