The bloody hand Mary of the pirate

"call!"

Just as Mary slowly woke up, the carpenters and doctors had already walked down the woodpile.

When all the people retreated to a distance, the young man threw the torch in his hand on the pile of firewood.

"Burn, burn!"

The young people held hands and raised their hands in the air, shouting wildly: "Let the flames burn away your sinful blood!"

"call!"

As a strong wind blew by, the fire suddenly became stronger, and the tongue of flame at the top began to lick the soles of Mary's feet.

Mary, who was nailed to the cross with five nails, offered no resistance. She seemed to have lost all her strength and could not even utter a scream.

"Excuse me, what are you doing here?"

At this time, the well-dressed swordsman in black had already reached the edge of the crowded crowd. He crossed his arms and stared at the blazing fire in the distance with a sharp gaze.

He asked politely to a few old people on the edge of the crowd.

"Oh, are you the one who just came ashore?"

A few old men were very interested.

"Haha, you may not know that there is a Celestial Dragon there, a Celestial Dragon who was abandoned by Mary Joa."

"We are executing her now!"

The spread of rumors was astonishingly fast. As word of mouth spread among people, Mary's identity had changed from "A Celestial Dragon who ran away from home with no one following her" to "A Celestial Dragon who was expelled from Mariejoia".

Hearing this, the swordsman opened his eyes slightly.

He spoke slowly and then asked:

"So...did she commit a crime?"

"Have you done anything bad?"

"Huh? Why do you care about this?"

An old man replied in surprise: "Sir, looking at your appearance, you should know the virtues of Tianlong people."

"What reason do we need to judge her? Her existence is a sin. What's more, this is a Celestial Dragon who was kicked out of Mariejoia. I'm afraid even the Celestial Dragons will despise her, and the World Government won't take care of her even if we kill her.

"

"I see……"

The swordsman in black stopped talking and looked across a thousand meters distance, looking at Mary through the flames.

Ren Wenyue didn't notice the swordsman in black at first, but he saw Mary raising her head slightly for some reason.

"..."

Burning flames.

The orange flames dimmed the sky of the town, and the gray smoke slowly flew away, reaching a certain height and settling down again. It rose and fell, as if the claws of a ghost were wrapped around Mary's head.

There was no sadness or resentment in Mary's pupils, as if she had never had such emotions.

Although she was crying, her eyes were as pure and empty as gemstones. Under the reddish eye circles was a gaze overlooking all living beings.

Just like...Jesus who suffered for the world.

Not sad or happy, not angry or sad, just calm, so calm that it's amazing.

"……this……"

Ren Wenyue was shocked.

He found that his previous summary of Mary was a bit too simplistic.

[Innocent], [Kindness], [Childish]... none of these words seem to be able to perfectly summarize Mary. They can all be used to describe her, but none of them goes deep into her essence.

Ren Wenyue, who had been single all her life, could not see any difference in Saint's education method. But the Mary in front of her was completely different from ordinary children. This difference was beyond words for Ren Wenyue.

Outside the flames, people watched the flames gradually burn onto Mary's few remaining clothes, watched the flames ignite on the broken threads, and waved their arms excitedly.

The group of young people closest to them were holding torches in their hands, singing and dancing. There was no mercy or compassion in their eyes. Ren Wenyue could only feel the lust that could swallow everything.

Blood lust.

"The person I...want to protect..."

After entering the world of memory, Ren Wenyue received such a huge shock for the first time.

The ugly side of human nature was fully revealed in front of him, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

However, while he was still in a daze, just when the flames were about to completely engulf Mary's body——

"boom!!!"

A gust of wind swept across from the distant port direction, and all the buildings along the street were torn down in its path. The crowd was blown up into the sky, and screams could be heard everywhere.

But before the panicked crowd could gather again, several violent sword winds swept across the square. These sword winds had no intention of holding back at all, and compared to the initial blow, they were just a hit.

The soft sword energy will blow people away but does not hurt them. The next few sword energy will cut the crowd to pieces.

The screams were endless, and under the rain of blood, the raging fire that was burning around Mary was extinguished in an instant.

Many people who were hiding in distant houses watching the execution were so frightened that they closed their doors when they saw this scene. Some people wanted to scream, but when they saw the falcon-like eyes of the swordsman approaching slowly, they closed their doors involuntarily.

On the lips.

A pool of blood quickly formed in the square, and Ren Wenyue watched this scene with extremely complicated emotions.

Originally, he should have been angry about it. In his opinion, hurting the people was the first-class unforgivable evil. But now looking at this scene, Ren Wenyue couldn't get angry no matter what. Instead, she felt vaguely unbearable pleasure.

This sense of contradiction makes him extremely tangled. He is now thinking-

How should he treat the persecuted people who will become perpetrators? Is it worth protecting them unconditionally?

This question obviously won't be answered anytime soon.

Ren Wenyue knew very well, so he did not indulge in this kind of philosophical thinking too much, but turned his head and looked into the distance.

The place where the sword energy came from.

"Tap, step, step..."

A swordsman in black put his black sword, which was as tall as a man, back into the scabbard on his back. His eyes stared intently at Mary, who was bathed in blood and covered in red.

"What a compassionate look, what a pure look."

"What a... unsightly scene."

"Who are you……"

Ren Wenyue's pupils narrowed slightly as she looked at the visitor.

Although he doesn’t have Future’s beard, nor does he have Future’s chic yet elegant dressing style, his iconic eyes are unmistakable.

"Suffering such suffering without saying a word and bearing it calmly, little girl, your will is worthy of recognition."

"My name is Joracol Mihawk. What is your name?"

As he spoke, Mihawk approached Mary.

The future world's greatest swordsman showed no sign of the reserve of a strong man. Instead, he ignored the blood stains that might have stained his clothes and strode to the cross.

Step by step, he crushed the firewood and pulled out the five huge nails that had nailed Mary to death at a speed that was too fast to be seen. When Mary fell, he held her in his arms.

"Such an injury..."

Mihawk couldn't help but frown when he looked at the shocking scars on Mary's body.

And he also noticed that the right hand had not suffered much damage because it had been curled tightly.

Mihawk subconsciously reached out to touch it, but Mary, who had never reacted before, suddenly struggled violently, trying to withdraw her right hand.

Seeing this, Mihawk immediately retracted his hand.

Obviously, the thing held in that hand was very important to Mary, but Mihawk didn't care what it was.

"...I am...Livingston Vinicius Palace..."

Until now, Mary still did not change her words, but after taking a breath, she stood on the ground from Mihawk's arms.

Slowly dragging his seriously injured body to a place.

"Livingston Vinicius Palace. Are you a Celestial Dragon of the Livingston family?"

Mihawk looked at Mary's back and stood up, crossing his arms.

He didn't know what to do at this time. He was a lone ranger and didn't understand medical skills. Most of the experienced doctors might have been killed or injured in his first few waves of sword energy.

Besides, even if it was intact, those doctors probably wouldn't treat Mary.

Under his slightly surprised gaze, Mary fumbled for the medical equipment that the doctors had brought before.

With one intact hand, Mary began to use the medical machines to bandage her wounds and fix the broken parts with difficulty.

When she let go of her hand, Mihawk also saw the object that Mary had been holding in her hand.

A pewter cross.

Mihawk didn't know what that cross meant to Mary. He just walked forward, looked at Mary and said:

"At your age, you actually know how to heal."

"My mom and some uncles taught me."

Mary coughed lightly and kept wiping the alcohol on her wounds.

Ren Wenyue also nodded. Saiint indeed taught Mary a lot of first aid knowledge.

Comparatively, Saiint himself used to be a lone ranger on the sea. He was not very strong, and injuries were inevitable. Over time, he learned a lot of practical skills.

But this was Mary's first time practicing it herself, but surprisingly, she did very well.

"Mr. Mihawk..."

While Mary was dealing with her injuries weakly and slowly, she asked:

"Why did you take action?"

"...Probably because of a moment of anger."

Mihawk said calmly: "The whole town poured their evil thoughts into a little girl. I can't tolerate such a thing in my eyes."

"in addition……"

"I have some connections with the Celestial Dragons."

After saying this, Mihawk took off his top hat and stood beside Mary in a half-crouched position.

Mary turned to look at Mihawk, looked at Mihawk with a pair of reddish eyes, and said:

"It is indeed a sharp eye..."

"Your eyes are as clear as gems."

Mihawk replied.

Mary did not respond to this, but concentrated on dealing with her injuries.

The two of them were silent. After a while, Mary finally took care of her injury.

Seeing Mary put away the tools, Mihawk was about to say something, but the next moment Mary picked up the medicine box and stood up, dragging her half-broken body in another direction.

Mihawk's eyes followed, and Mary walked to a ruins and used her only remaining hand to pull away the ruins.

A few seconds later, a comatose man appeared in the ruins with a bloody head.

The next moment, under the surprised eyes of Ren Wenyue and Mihawk, Mary lay half on the ground, allowing the pain inside her body to ease slightly, and then began to treat this person without thinking.

"...Vinisius Palace." Mihawk looked solemn at this time, "Why did you save him?"

"Because he was injured and might be dying."

Mary responded immediately.

"No...this is not the question I asked, and this...is not a reason."

Mihawk shook his head.

"This person just watched the whole process of their violence against you, and he is also one of the culprits responsible for your current injuries."

"What are you... doing? Repaying evil with kindness?"

"...What does it mean to repay evil with kindness?"

Mary stopped what she was doing, slowly turned her head, and looked at Mihawk curiously.

Mihawk was choked by the question for a moment, and he didn't know how to answer the question.

And Mary went on to say:

"This is just what I should do..."

"Why?"

Ren Wenyue frowned in confusion, and Mihawk also asked this question at the same time.

"because……"

Mary recalled her previous conversation with Jinbei. Profound

"This is [retribution]."

"...?"

Looking at Mihawk's frozen and deep eyes, Mary explained:

"Good things will happen to good people, bad things will happen to bad people..."

"For me to be treated like this, it must be because I have done some unjustifiable bad thing before..."

"And Mr. Mihawk was also shocked that they treated me like this."

"And I was saved by Mr. Mihawk because I am a good person, right?"

"...No, this..."

After this set of theories, Mihawk actually didn't know how to answer.

With his rich life experience, he was unable to say the word "wrong" to a girl.

And Mary smiled for the first time and said: "Sure enough, what mother and Mr. Jinbei said are right."

"Destiny does exist..."

"That's not the problem!"

Mihawk finally found the logical problem in Mary's answer and immediately interrupted:

"Maybe what happened to you is a trick of retribution, but what does what you are doing now have to do with retribution?"

"Of course it's relevant..."

Mary took out the cross sandwiched between her legs, looked at the cross and smiled:

"Since everything is retribution... shouldn't everyone do their own thing?"

"How they do it and what they do is their choice. Does it have anything to do with what I want to do and how I do it?"

"My mother taught me a long time ago that I need to lend a helping hand to all disasters."

"Mr. Mihawk, do you want to..."

Mary slowly pressed the cross to her chest, showing an expression of enlightenment that was completely inconsistent with her age.

"Whether it is happiness or misery, the sky will still light up. Whether my experience is good or bad, it will eventually end. Then after it ends, everything before it will be the same."

"If what I hoped for, what I encountered, and everything I did, I finally met someone who was willing to save me in danger."

"Mr. Ivan...Mr. Jinbei...you..."

"Then, I don't think there is anything that needs to be revised in my approach."