Summoner of Pirate World

He saw a familiar figure picking and eating in front of a banana tree.

He also saw a high soil slope and saw the hazy colors.

Those images are very blurry, almost fleeting. They just appear in your mind, and when you want to catch them, there is no trace.

Roy didn't think about it further.

Because the more you want to see clearly at this time, the less you see.As long as you empty your mind, some unexpected pictures will suddenly appear.

"What did you think of"

Roy wiped his mouth, stood up silently, and then turned around and walked in the original direction as if nothing had happened.

Seeing that he didn't want to say anything, Al stopped asking and followed him silently.

The scenes along the road became more and more familiar, and there was a sense of déjà vu.If analyzed from a rational perspective, Roy would definitely say that this is a kind of memory recall, which is a common psychological phenomenon.But after all, he didn't think so in his heart.

After all, who writes suspense novels without being paranoid?

Suspicion will make one's life very tiring, but at the same time, it will also give such people sharp thinking that is far beyond ordinary people.

Slowly, Roy saw the familiar mound.

He found two bunches of bananas under the mound and found traces of climbing in a relatively gentle place.He tried to climb according to his own ideas, and found that the force he exerted and the position of his grip and pedaling were highly consistent with the original traces on it.

Maybe you can use psychological hints to explain it by subconsciously catering to them, but a person's height and appearance are very different.

Roy came here with his body, and his figure is very different from most people here.

And what convinced him most was that this method of exerting force and climbing was unique to him.

At least in this world, that's true.

He climbed up along the original path, Al following behind.

"This is"

This exclamation did not come from Roy, but from Al who came up behind.

Just on this small mound, there is a small tree that is only half a man tall, similar to that kind of landscape tree.

There is nothing special about this book, although its shape is very strange, with entangled tree roots, like a meditating person.And in its crown position, a purple fruit is hanging there.The shape of this fruit is still strange, like a beating heart, full of surging feelings.

"Devil Fruit" Roy swallowed.

Devil Fruit is a very important power system in this world. At the same level, ability users often fight much better than ordinary people.Even the most rubbish ability user, even if he doesn't know what domineering is, can still make a name for himself in the local area.

Any fruit can be sold at an auction house for at least [-] million beli, and there is no market for it.If it is a rare species, it can fetch a higher price.

No one can mistake this thing.

Because except for devil fruits, nothing can look so crooked.

Perhaps its unique appearance also makes it powerful.

Roy had always dreamed of having a Devil Fruit of his own, but when this thing actually appeared in front of him, he hesitated.

This fruit contained surging power, but he felt a sense of fear.

"Do you know this?" Roy asked.

Al shook his head: "There is indeed a Devil Fruit in the place I want to take you to, but I have never seen this one, and I have never seen it in the existing fruit illustrations." He frowned: "This fruit has a very powerful power that makes people yearn for it, but it is also filled with a terrifying and evil aura."

Roy nodded.

It seems that it is not a matter of my own misunderstanding to allow this filial son to say such things.

Roy suddenly sat down cross-legged, just like the tree.

He slowly closed his eyes, and forgotten scenes began to appear in his mind.

for a long time

He opened his eyes, but a tear trail appeared in his right eye.

He seemed to be saying to Al or to himself: "Do you remember Gates?"

"Gates" Al frowned, "Why do you say that? I have never heard of this name. Is he your friend?"

Roy raised his head, and the last tear slipped from the corner of his eye. He stood up slowly, walked slowly to the small tree, and placed his right hand on the fruit.

This fruit is warm, and when you grab it, you can even feel the slight rhythm on it, which is like a real heart.

He lowered his head, looked at the small tree, and finally made up his mind to pluck the fruit.

As the fruit left the canopy, the small tree with its strong root system withered and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a few breaths, it went from a small tree full of vitality to a charred tree. Dead wood.

Roy took out a small iron box from his pocket and pulled out a cigarette.

Smoking was not allowed on the ship, but he secretly hid some.

He held the cigarette in his mouth, struck a match, lit the tobacco, and took a deep breath.

White smoke blew out of his mouth and coiled in the air.

He just stared silently in an unknown direction, where it seemed that someone was thinking about it at night.

Finally, he smiled self-deprecatingly, turned the cigarette upside down, and inserted it into the ground in front of the small tree.

He looked at the cigarette case and then put it in his pocket.

"It's not good if you smoke too much of this thing. I rolled my eyes myself. It's not as hard as Huazi, but it has a bit of the smell over there." Roy pursed his lips, "I added mint leaves to it, and it smoked my throat. It doesn’t hurt.”

Roy left simply without staying any longer. He, who always cherished his life, even acted a little recklessly when he went down, almost jumping down.

He walked very quickly and seemed to be in a very unstable mood. Al followed behind silently, not daring to say anything.

After they left, the wind suddenly blew on the small mound. As the wind blew, the smoke seemed to glow red and burn quickly. The white smoke also followed the wind and lingered here.Sometimes it's like a tornado blowing out mist, sometimes it's a big trap in a small circle, one on top of another, it's very strange.

And this cigarette was consumed quickly.

When the tobacco was about to burn to the bottom, the wind stopped for a moment, then quickly rolled up the cigarette butt, and by chance it blew to the edge of the dead wood.And by accident, it ignited the dead leaves all over the ground.

The flames roared, completely turning this incongruous little tree into ashes. Along with the sea breeze, it seemed that it could blow to the place where someone thought about it day and night.