Pirates: Your Emperor is Back!

"War...is the extreme of an emotional outburst?"

Crocodile pondered what Rowan said, speechless all the way.

Guided by the old man's small express shrimp, the boat climbed all the way along the Yunliu Waterfall, and the surrounding light gradually dimmed.

Finally, after making several large circles, the boat burst out of the thick cloud.

Swish!

Immediately, the surrounding vision became wider, and the sky became brighter.

Crocodile squinted his eyes to adapt to the glare of the surrounding light, and then looked into the distance.

I saw dozens of huts on a stretch of white sand, and many small tents around them.

"Ho Ho, we're here."

The old man patted the pincers of the small express shrimp, and the wonderful creature swam towards the shore with the boat.

"Ha Suo, two guests, welcome to Yunwan Village."

The so-called "hasso" is a unique way of greeting people in Sky Island.

The old man smiled apologetically and said, "I'm really sorry. I should have entertained you well, but the current situation is really special. There are too many people in Yunwan Village."

Without further explanation, Rowan and Crocodile already understood what the old man meant.

Because of the constant war between the two empty islands, the residents who originally lived near the border had to be forced to move and became refugees.

And Yunwan Village is located at the junction of the border and the inner island of Sky Island, which is the most suitable place for refugees to settle down.

Those refugees either stayed temporarily, or simply came to Yunwan Village to join their relatives.

In short, this seaside village with only a dozen huts is now overcrowded.

Those large and small tents are proof that the refugees could no longer live in the house, so they had to temporarily build a small tent for shelter.

"It's actually pretty good here. At least you can go fishing in the sea. There are still many villages like Yunwan Village, and some of them have already run out of food."

The old man sighed helplessly. He, who was originally angry, couldn't help but feel depressed when he talked about the status quo that he was unable to change.

"When will this damn war end!"

...

A group of three people docked.

They came to this small village that was rarely stable during the war.

"I'm going to find my daughter, please go ahead."

The old man tidied up his boat, pointed in the direction without raising his head, and said, "There is a market over there, and people buy and sell things that may be useful to each other. There are many people coming and going. You can go there to find out the news."

Speaking of this, the old man suddenly reacted, and said in surprise:

"By the way, how did you come to Sky Island?"

The old man recalled that he had never seen the boat of the two Qinghai people in front of him from the beginning.

Luo Wen replied: "We lost our companions and are going to find them."

"Then you have to go to the market."

The old man introduced: "You may be able to buy a Weiba there, so it will be much more convenient to find someone, but you must find another person who can operate Weiba, that thing Qinghai people can't use."

The so-called "Weiba" is a means of transportation specially produced in Sky Island, powered by a special shellfish - the wind shell.

Its shape is similar to a small motorboat, but its operation is far more complicated than that of a motorboat. The driver must control the wind direction and the flow of sea water at the same time.

Rowan bid farewell to the old man and set off for the market, with Crocodile following him.

Suddenly, Crocodile's eyes moved slightly, and he saw the tall and thin figure before again.

He was holding a long stick and standing in a backlit position in the distance, but he still couldn't see the face clearly.

That person was "observing" Rowan and Crocodile.

"Hello……"

Crocodile signaled Rowan to pay attention there, but the latter went straight to the market not far away, seemingly unaware of the figure.

"Tsk!"

Crocodile smacked his lips, but had no choice but to keep up.

...

Strictly speaking, the "market" in Yunwan Village is not really a market.

It was just a place where a group of refugees and locals sold what each other might need, and then helped each other.

Most of them are fish caught from the White Sea, which is the main food for people in Yunwan Village today.

Another part of the stall sells a variety of special shellfish.

It is a necessity for Sky Island residents to maintain their daily lives.

Crocodile has shown considerable interest in such gadgets.

Shellfish, a special product of Sky Island, is also distributed in small quantities on the Great Route, but the price is very expensive.

I didn't expect that the price of this kind of thing is quite cheap in Sky Island!

Among them, there are many special shellfish that can be converted into lethal weapons, which is in line with Crocodile's desire for military power.

This is true for Crocodile, and it is even more true for the country of Alabasta.

"What a nice place."

Crocodile sighed to Rowan next to him: "If you use this thing to arm the army, it will definitely increase the combat effectiveness of the entire army by a level?"

"..."

No one answered.

Crocodile frowned slightly, feeling a little upset in his heart.

He turned his head and found that Luo Wen was squatting in front of a booth and carefully watching something. He didn't hear his words at all, and he felt even more upset.

"Hey, what are you looking at?"

Crocodile approached and found that it was a bookstall.

The stall is very small, even extremely non-existent, and the stall owner seems to have deliberately made the stall so inconspicuous.

Looking at the stall was a thin young man from Sky Island, sorting out the piles of books in front of him with a desolate expression.

Luo Wen and Crocodile are from Qinghai, and their respective images are quite conspicuous, so they immediately attracted the attention of the thin young man.

"Two!"

The thin young man's eyes lit up, "Is there anything to eat? I can exchange it with books."

Crocodile threw out a pack of dry food, but faced the book handed over by the skinny young man, he did not accept it.

He said in a deep voice, "I don't need it."

When the thin young man heard the words, he handed back the dry food with a look of reluctance.

Crocodile was a little surprised and said, "It's free, you don't want it?"

The skinny young man smiled, "This gentleman from Qinghai, I'm not a beggar."

On the side, a stall owner's aunt chimed in: "This guy is weird. He lived on a small island before and couldn't see people. Anyway, you should take a book, otherwise he won't accept the food!"

"hehe……"

Crocodile laughed a few times, threw the dry food to the young man, picked up a book casually, and said with disdain: "This kind of thing cannot be eaten during a war."

Rowan took the book in Crocodile's hand.

Crocodile: "..."

I didn't get it for you.

"..."

Forget it, I don't want it anyway.

But Luo Wen opened the book and read it carefully for a long time.

It wasn't until Crocodile got impatient that Rowan closed the page, "This is a book on meteorology, and it's very professional. It's all yours?"

The skinny young man nodded with a wry smile, "Well, I probably know something..."

"There are notes on it, did you mark it?" Rowan asked.

"Well, I usually mark some when I read it."

The skinny young man nodded and said hastily: "If you are not satisfied, I will give you another one... No, I don't seem to have a book that I haven't taken notes on..."

Luo Wen smiled at the skinny young man, "Are you a meteorologist?"

"No, that... no one has ever called me that, not even my teacher."

The skinny young man waved his hands again and again.

But Luo Wen caressed the pages of the book and continued to ask:

"So, have you heard of the Universal Alliance?"