The Laughing Clown in Pirate

Lisandro Orocco suffered from migraines. When he was transported as a slave to the Shampoo Islands, he slept in a moldy and damp cabin for more than a month, and got the disease that stayed with him throughout his life.

Maybe it was the cold, wet and misty weather that caused his migraine to come back. When he woke up, Lisandro Oroko had no choice but to wear sleepwear at home and lean on his sofa to relieve the pain in his head.

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A tabby cat lazily jumped onto Old Oroko's lap, wagging its tail and almost knocking the coffee off Old Oroko's hand.

So Old Oroko had no choice but to put the coffee used to relieve the headache on the table, and rubbed the tabby cat's little head with his thick fingers.

"Oh...Glock..." He smiled and recited the name of the tabby cat, and gently scratched the fluff on the kitten's chest and abdomen with his fingers, causing Glock to purr comfortably. In this purr, the old man

Oroko's headache also improved a little.

He had already begun to think of the names of the upcoming Oroko members.

"The boy's name will be Will... or William... no no no... let's call him Whiskey!! Hahaha" Old Oroko chuckled to himself: "But Sonny should have already thought of a name.

, that brat has always been very independent..."

He still remembered that day when he came back from a fight with a rival gang, his eldest son was washing dishes, his face as bruised and swollen as his.

"We were fighting again, with whom?"

"The Neighbor's Juggernaut."

"That fat boy, why did he recruit you?"

"He broke the wooden gun I made for Honey."

"Won?"

"Win!"

Sonny wiped his hands with a dish towel, turned around and took out a pancake that had been warm from the pan. The pancake was generously stuffed with slices of meat, vegetables and tomato sauce.

Sonny placed the pancake plate in front of Oroko and sat next to him.

"Dad, did you win or lose?"

"I lost..." Oroko twitched the corner of his mouth.

"It's okay" Sonny patted Oroko on the shoulder: "We will win next time!"

Those difficult days seem to still be yesterday, but the stubborn curly-haired boy has grown into a man, sailing on the sea, and has not returned to his hometown for more than a year.

Old Oroko could not be said to have no regrets in his life. He regretted many things... The most regretful thing was that he was so focused on getting ahead that he failed to take good care of his wife and let her leave early.

But now, the old Oroko of the Oroko family, who has single-handedly created the uncrowned king of the underground world of the Chambord Islands, has nothing to be dissatisfied about. Fate has been very kind to him.

The second son, Honey, is calm, wise, and mature far beyond his years. He is no worse than him. He can safely hand over the family business to him.

The third daughter, Misha, is also engaged to a promising navy lieutenant commander. Unlike his cunning and cruel father, the young man is a decent and good person.

As for the eldest son, Sonny... he heard that the World Government was building a cooperative pirate force called the Shichibukai. With the acquiescence of the World Government, the Shichibukai would not be pursued by the navy and had the legal rights to plunder non-World Government member countries.

Sonny's strength is not bad, he is one of the five supernovas this year. He will find a way to use his connections and financial resources to obtain the status of Shichibukai for Sonny.

That way... he can retire with peace of mind and have grandchildren.

The slight sound of the door lock being unlocked woke up Old Oroko who was immersed in his thoughts.

Cephas Kaman, who was wearing a black suit and with slightly damp shoulders, walked quickly to Old Oroko's side.

His light eyes were bloodshot, his lips were tight, and the muscles on both sides of his cheeks were trembling uncontrollably.

Cephas Kaman has worked for the Oroko family for more than twenty years, and it was the first time that Old Oroko saw this terrifying expression on his face.

"What's wrong, Cefas, have you encountered any difficulties?" Old Oroko's voice was low and gentle. He had already regarded Cefas Kaman as a member of the family and was willing to do everything he could for him.

"No...Mr. Oroko, I have news to tell you." Cephas Kaman's eyes gradually became moist, staring straight at the old man with silver hair on his temples.

"Honey and Sonny were attacked in a premeditated manner at Blood Harbor..."

Cephas Kaman did not finish his words, but old Oroko read his meaning from his eyes.

"No one escaped?" Old Oroko's lips trembled, but he only received a heavy nod from Cephas Kaman.

"What about Elizabeth? Pregnant Elizabeth..."

"She's also...dead!"

"Ah!" The severe pain almost exploded Old Oroko's head, but he knocked on his chest and heart!

The tabby cat let out a shrill scream, trembled and raised the hair on its body, jumped off Old Oroko's lap, escaped under the coffee table, and curled up.

Old Oroko opened his mouth, and occasionally let out a few roars that seemed to be wailing or crying. Then tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes that had been dry for decades, and he gasped for breath intermittently like a drowned person.

Voice.

Cephas Kaman turned around reluctantly and took a few steps toward the corner, leaving some space for Old Oroko.

More than ten minutes later, he heard old Oroko's weak voice.

"Sifas, come here..."

Cephas Kaman turned around. The all-powerful underworld king in the Chambord Islands now looked like an old man in his dying years. He took a few slow steps and got close to the old Oroko, who was leaning weakly on the chair.

"Where are Honey and Sonny and Elizabeth... now?"

"I have sent it to old Fisher..."

Old Fisher was a person engaged in the funeral industry in the Chambord Islands, and was proficient in corpse restoration and makeup.

"Get up, Cefas" Old Oroko said softly: "Help me up..."

They walked out of the room slowly, and the fat cook bumped into Cephas.

"Sorry, Cefas!" The cook bowed in panic, then turned around and asked old Oroko with a smile on her face: "Mr. Oroko, I suggest changing the filling of the pasta to sardine filling.

You won’t be unworthy of the Oroko family, Master Sonny was good at this when he was a child.”

"If you agree, I will ask little Sansa to go to the market to buy. You can still buy fresh ones now..."

The happy cook kept talking...

"Stop!" Cephas Kaman said seriously, and then softened his tone: "There will be no banquet today..."

The fat cook realized that something was wrong with the atmosphere. She turned her eyes to Old Oroko, but she only saw the back of Old Oroko.

"Go ahead and cancel the banquet..." Cephas Kaman said and caught up with Old Oroko.

When they went to the living room, Misha Oroko was talking to Loki, the blue-haired woman who was invited.

"Misha, please come with me..." Old Oroko said.

"Where are you going...Dad?" Misha asked, but Old Oroko didn't respond. Misha had no choice but to say sorry to Loki and caught up with her father.

Loki watched expressionlessly as the family gradually disappeared in the mist. The silver spoon in his hand was slowly stirring in the black tea cup. The bright red vortex in the cup swirled, and Loki set his sights on the tall and upright young navy man.

On the Major.

"Major Russell, can I talk to you?" he said with a smile.