Summoner of Pirate World

This is a place that even the sea breeze is unwilling to care about. It is a disgusting place that those rich people hate.In their eyes, the people living here have a foul smell even in their blood.

"This is a world with distinct classes. In the eyes of the powerful, the poor are like garbage in the landfill and should all be burned." Roger said to himself, not knowing whether he meant it to Roy. Yes, it’s better to tell it to yourself.

"I understand." Roy also had a deep understanding of this, but before he could finish what he said, Roger interrupted him.

"Do you understand a rich kid like you?"

"A kid from a rich family" Roy was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself that maybe his emperor's appearance was noticed by Roger.

"The fabric of your clothes is something that even ordinary rich people can't afford. The word wealth is barely engraved on your face." Roger glanced at him, "Even if you imitate other people's experience of life, You should at least change into some decent clothes for the game.”

After this reminder, Roy lowered his head and took a look at his outfit.

Big leather shoes with first layer of buffalo leather, a tailor-made Italian suit, and a dazzling Swiss watch.

Of course these are all fake.For a third-rate novelist, commonly known as a code-word migrant worker, he simply cannot afford these high-end goods.

However, although they are all fake, they are also high-quality imitations, and the quality is still very good. A layman cannot tell it at all.These are all in preparation for the autograph session that I was supposed to attend today.

However, these have nothing to do with him.

"I don't know if the fans will be disappointed without my presence. Maybe the people who came to the book signing this time are enthusiastic readers who want to give me blades. I can be considered a escape."

Thinking about it, the two of them stopped in front of a house.

It's said to be a house, but it's actually just a shabby shed.It is transparent inside and out, and there is almost nothing to describe it.

There is also no sound insulation. To put it mildly, you can even hear farts outside.

Roger opened the old door and walked in first.

The room was very dark, and even though it was obvious that the house was carefully cleaned, there was still a musty smell.The cramped environment made people feel depressed.Roy stopped, perhaps because of the dim light, and no one noticed the wisp of sweat leaking from his forehead.

The house was small, and there was a boy lying on a small bed.His appearance was very similar to Roger's, but he was very thin, with sunken eye sockets, and his face was as pale as a dead person.

Roger came closer and gently stroked the boy's hair. The boy was very tired, but he still smiled from the bottom of his heart when he saw him.

"Are you still feeling bad today? My brother brought you delicious food." As he spoke, Roger opened the box and took out a golden pineapple-like fruit. There were clouds on the surface of the fruit. The pattern is very beautiful. "Brother brought you a pineapple, do you want to eat it?"

"Yeah." The boy nodded.

Roger smiled, then cut off a small piece from the fruit and gently brought it to the boy's mouth.

The boy opened his mouth and took it in without hesitation.

At that moment, his expression suddenly became a little stiff.

“Why isn’t it delicious?”

Roy shook his head as he watched. He clearly remembered the vivid descriptions of the taste of Devil Fruit many times in the original work. Even the author himself said that it tasted like shit.

However, the boy didn't resist so much and opened his mouth to show that he still wanted to eat.

He knew that it would not be easy for his brother to bring such a fruit back, and he didn't want to make him sad.

"Do you feel better after eating? Do you feel better? Do you have the strength? Can you stand up?" Roger's expression was a little panicked, and he felt inexplicably anxious.

Not far away, Roy felt something strange in his pocket and silently took out his notebook. When he saw the fonts gradually appearing on it, he showed a surprised expression.

Looking at Roger who was still feeding his brother over there, he slowly shook his head.

"It's useless. Even if I feed him the whole thing, it's useless."

"How could this happen?" Roger suddenly stood up and shouted at Roy.

"This is the fruit of life, a treasure that can cure all diseases and give people eternal life. Unfortunately, it is a fake."

"Fake"

"It's just fake. You have to know that no matter how real the fake thing is, it can't be exactly the same as the real thing. There is only one fruit of life. Although yours is of the same type, it has great limitations."

"Do you know what the restrictions are?"

Roy looked at him calmly and said calmly: "Have you ever heard of the fruits of surgery?"

"Surgery fruit, well, I've heard of it, it's also a fruit that can give people health and longevity."

"Yes, but the price of immortality is the death of the caster."

"I know, I've also thought about that possibility, but" Roger was suddenly stunned. He was not stupid, and was very smart. Although being anxious can lead to chaos, why couldn't he hear such a clear hint?

Roger was silent. He didn't say anything, but stood up silently and walked out of the room.

He took out a low-quality cigar from his pocket and lit it with a match.Thick white smoke overflowed from his mouth, while his eyes stared blankly into the distance.

Long time, long time.

Roger suddenly asked: "Do you know how to use it?"

"Think about it" Roy asked.

"I've already thought about it."

"No regrets"

Roger let out a long breath: "He is my brother."

These four words are enough to express his position, and no more explanation is needed.

"You still want to go to sea with me."

"My brother will go on my behalf." He turned around and looked at Roy seriously, "Can I trust you?"

His eyes were complicated, with a hint of determination, a touch of reluctance, and a hint of remorse and worry.

"I can."

The sky was so gloomy that it seemed like ink was about to drip out. A bolt of lightning suddenly appeared from the clouds, and the roaring thunder sounded like a painful roar.

The rain began to pour down, Luo looked up at the sky, letting the rain fall on his face.

"Are you even crying for them? But if you are sentimental, how can you bear this kind of thing to happen?"

In the distance, the sound of rain being trampled by boots could be heard on the muddy road.

The footsteps were quick and chaotic, but within a few breaths, the small room was surrounded by people.

Judging by the way they were dressed, it was obvious that they were not good people. Judging by their posture, they were also here for this.

"This is it. I saw Roger coming here with his things." A man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks shouted in the crowd.

"Yeah." The person who responded was a fat man, over two meters tall and weighing at least 300 kilograms. His body was covered in white meat, like a mountain of meat, which made him feel oppressive.He yelled, "Roger, hand it over."

No one inside agreed. Roy knew that it wasn't that the people inside were afraid of trouble, but that they really couldn't get away.

At this time, someone may have finally discovered Roy's existence and asked, "Boy, who are you?"

"Roy."

"Roy Roger's younger brother. Humph, ask your brother to hand over his things, otherwise none of you will be able to leave."

Roy slowly took out the cigarette that had been wet by the rain from his mouth. He glanced at the people standing and said coldly: "Get out."