The arrogant and high-profile history of the richest pirate

The second half of the great route.

An island full of cherry blossoms.

With the breeze blowing, a waterfall flew straight down, splashing wet water and forming circle after circle of ripples.

Under several cherry trees, two tall men sat.

Wearing a pirate hat, with blond hair hanging down, and two crescent-shaped beards that curve upwards are still so eye-catching. At this moment, the white beard is holding a wine bowl, taking a sip of strong wine and looking at the man in front of him, a little surprised.

"You said you were going to die?"

"Well, there are not many days left."

Grinning, Gol D. Roger, the One Piece who was originally in the South China Sea, suddenly appeared here.

And also found Edward Newgate with white beard.

"Why can't I see that you are going to die?"

White Beard put down his wine bowl, glanced up and down, and Roger frowned slightly.

"I am sick."

Roger didn't worry about dying at all, but was very free and easy.

"Sick? Is there nothing Kurokas can do?"

Whitebeard's face was a little heavy, and he felt that he was not so refreshing when he picked up the strong wine.

Shaking his head, Roger smiled and said nothing.

"Do you want Marco to show you?"

"Is that the kid on your boat? The phoenix's ability can also cure diseases?" Roger was slightly surprised, and the little guy who was full of blue flames and challenged him without fear of death appeared in his mind.

"Ku La La ~"

"My child is very strong."

White Beard is a little proud.

Because of the Richest Group, his children have suffered a lot.

Especially now that the era of cultivation has begun, everyone feels the pressure.

One by one is no longer as lazy as before, but started to practice seriously.

"It may be their time in the future."

Roger picked up the wine bowl and touched White Beard, then took a sip and said, "He can't cure my illness."

"Yeah?"

Whitebeard didn't question Roger either, because it was completely unnecessary.

"By the way, where have you been this year, there is no news of you in the sea."

"Newgate, I have a woman I like very much, her name is Portgas D. Loujo, and I'm going to be a father."

"Portgas D. Loujo, are you going to be a father?"

White Beard was stunned, and looked at Roger with the wine in his hand, a little in disbelief.

Some even couldn't react.

"Hahaha yes."

Holding the wine bowl, Roger gestured for Whitebeard to touch it.

"Then congratulations."

"certainly."

The two finished the spirits in the bowl again, and Roger filled Whitebeard himself.

"Do they know about your illness?"

"I know." Looking at the wine bowl, Roger showed nostalgia and guilt on his face.

"There are so many devil fruits in this sea, there will always be a way."

"It's too late, I have my reasons."

Roger shook his head, eyes determined.

"Looks like that guy Baloric got caught a few months ago."

White Beard was also a little bit uninterested, perhaps because the guy who was both an enemy and a friend in front of him was dying soon.

"I know."

"If you leave, there won't be many opponents in this world who drink together."

"Aren't there Shiji, Garp, Sengoku, Zefa and others? If you are bored, you can go to Marin Fando."

"Forget it, Shiji is okay, as for those guys in the navy."

White Beard shook his head and touched the wine bowl with Roger.

"Newgate, would you like me to tell you how to get to Ralph Drew?"

"I'm not interested, and I won't go if I know."

Waving his hand, the white beard gulped down the wine, not very interested.

"I forgot, you only care about your family."

Roger was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't force himself.

"Ku La La ~"

White Beard smiled and didn't speak, but acquiesced.

Everyone's dream is different.

He doesn't care about power, wealth, fame, or women, and there is always only one dream.

That's home!

"Do you know what the world government called me in recent years? Goldo Roger, are you funny?"

"Huh? Is that your real name?"

Whitebeard put down his wine bowl and looked at Roger in astonishment again.

"No, no." Roger slapped his big hands on his thighs and grinned. "I'm Gol D. Roger."

Roger read it word by word.

"It's true that sometimes you meet people with a D in their name? I also have someone named Tiki, so what does D mean?"

"Do you want to know?"

"Forget it, not much interest."

"You bastard." Seeing that Whitebeard didn't take the bait, Roger was speechless.

"That was a long time ago"

Roger said to himself, while Whitebeard frowned from time to time while drinking, and from time to time there was some surprise, his whole face changed.

Just like this, the two talked while drinking, and the sun set before they knew it.

"That's it for today."

Roger stood up, grinning.

"oh!"

Whitebeard didn't get up, and still sat cross-legged on the ground, but his expression was a bit complicated.

"Newgate, this time I will also create an era."

Roger turned around and took two steps, then stopped and turned to look at the thoughtful white beard, "Do you think the next era is yours or that man's?"

"Will he be the one I'm waiting for?"

"Ku La La ~"

"That man started the era of cultivation, and now even you have to start an era, regardless of whether the next era is me or him, but I know he is definitely not the person you are waiting for."

"That guy is from the same era as us, not to mention his current influence is greater than yours!"

"The era you want to start, whether it is influence or others, can't compare with the era of cultivation he started. I admire that flamboyant guy."

"Whether it is before or in the future, his name will be engraved in history!"

White Beard looked at Roger strangely.

"Haha, I forgot."

Roger patted his head, waved his hands indifferently, and was about to leave, but he stopped after taking two steps, looking at the white beard with helplessness and melancholy, "You know? I hate that guy very much, why didn't I think of it How about spreading the Six Forms and Domineering Qi? The era of cultivation he is creating now is more effective than the era I am about to create!"

"The most irritating thing is that it's fine to steal my limelight, but now I have to blame him for attracting fire. I feel that guy is planning on me. If only I had time."

"Ha ha!"

Helpless, complaining, exasperating, this is what White Beard feels from Roger.

Until accompanied by laughter, that back figure gradually disappeared.

Marin Fando is still so majestic and majestic. Rows of warships leave or dock at the coast, and nothing has changed.

Another five days have passed since the opening of the cultivation era.

It was a sunny day, and at some point in the square of the headquarters building, an unexpected visitor appeared.

This is a man with a unique beard, he looks a little rough, even though he just stands there, he can still feel the domineering and fearless, but his face is too pale.

"It's really spectacular!"

Looking up at the headquarters building, the man walked in as if there was no one else around. The key point is that some passing navy seemed to have not seen it, and it has to be said that it is full of weirdness.

The top few floors of the headquarters building are all the offices of important naval generals, such as the office of Marshal Kong, and the generals and lieutenant generals also have offices on these floors.

Admiral Sengoku's office. At this time, Sengoku was burying his head in processing documents. At his feet was a sheep with a bell hanging from its neck, eating up unnecessary documents like grazing grass.

On the sofa below, Cap ripped open a bag of donuts and ate them with relish, but the noise was too loud.

"Karp."

Finally unable to bear it anymore, Sengoku raised his head and glared at Karp, gnashing his teeth, "Go back to your own office and eat, don't bother me here."

"Not until you approve my vacation."

With his legs up on the tea set, Garp squinted and ate louder.

"Asshole, you go to Marshal Kong for this kind of thing."

Sengoku was very angry when he patted the table, watching Karp say a word, "I bought these donuts and senbei, you pay me."

"I just came back from Marshal Kong, and he asked me to come find you."

Garp automatically ignores the second half of the sentence of the Warring States Period, which is quite natural.

"Is it really lively?"

When Warring States and Garp were arguing, a figure stood at the door and looked at the two with a hearty grin.

Hearing the voice, Zhan Guo looked at the person who was coming and turned pale with shock, his eyes were full of disbelief.

Even Karp was stunned at the moment, unaware that the donut in his mouth fell on his lap. .