Ronan walked to the wall covered with photos.

There is the same person in most of the photos. This is a very ordinary-looking man, but his smile is very bright. The photos are all of him taking photos with others. From a teenager to a middle-aged man, the years have left traces, and he is probably here. When I was over 50 years old, I no longer had any photos taken with others.

This person is probably the owner of the hotel. The background of the middle-aged photo looks like Rogge Town a long time ago. Is he dead? Ronan thought in his mind.

"Those people are dead."

A voice came from behind Ronan. The voice was old and hoarse. Ronan turned around and lowered his head again to see an old man sitting on the stool. The wrinkles on his face were like the roots of an old tree, which was very ugly.

Ronan saw that the old man in front of him was completely different from the man in the photo, but he felt that the man in the photo was the old man.

The old man returned behind the counter and said in a hoarse voice: "I am Wodingt, the owner of this tavern. Do you need anything? Although I may not have what you want here."

Although the tavern was not very lively and there might not be any useful news, but the tavern owner invited him like this, Ronan still sat on the high chair in front of the counter and said: "Come on whatever you want, we don't have to eat it." It’s gone.”

Wadint turned around and got ready to get busy. Behind the counter was a cabinet for storing ingredients. After rummaging through the cabinets for a long time, he only found a bottle of wine. He simply poured a glass without using a whole set of bartending tools. Take out a piece of cream cake and put it in front of Ronan and Cherry.

"You are all strangers. No stranger has come to my tavern for a long time. Oh, of course, my hospitality is not directed at you. I mean everyone is the same." After speaking, Wodingt turned to the other two tables. The person nodded.

"Old man Wodingt, you are just lazy."

"Boy, let's go. You won't get a good drink with such a lazy boss."

"Ha ha ha ha"

The two tables around him were obviously very familiar with Wodingt, and they all started talking and laughing.

Wodingt had no excuse for their words and smiled in acquiescence. At his age, he no longer cared about the reputation of the tavern.

Ronan picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip. It was bitter and not considered wine at all. He put the glass down calmly. However, the cherry next to him had a special liking for cream cakes and could eat it with enthusiasm.

"Is that you in the photo on this wall?" Ronan took the initiative to find a topic.

"it's me."

"That's the person who took the photo with you"

Wadingt showed a look of recollection and said: "Some of the people up there were famous pirates in the East China Sea, and some wanted to go to sea to become pirates. They all have one thing in common, that is, they all went to the Grand Line."

"When I was young, I also wanted to go to sea. The only time I went to sea was not long after my father became seriously ill, so I came back and inherited the tavern. Later, when I got married and had children, my dream changed. It was no longer about going to sea to be a pirate. , but runs the tavern and takes care of the whole family.”

"My tavern became more and more famous and became a must-visit place for pirates in the past. At that time, I met a lot of people and listened to them talk about the magical islands in the East China Sea, their sailing experiences, and how they wanted to conquer the Grand Line."

"Later on, after they went to the Grand Line, there was no news anymore. They may have died, or they may have given up on their dreams after suffering a blow. It is no different from death."

Wodingt kept telling his story as if the floodgates had been opened. Others in the tavern had obviously heard it many times and ignored him at all.

"Young Master, don't we also want to go to the Grand Line?" Cherry stopped what she was doing and looked at Ronan with a little doubt. She thought it was just an ordinary place, but it seemed that what the boss meant there was very special. Danger.

Everyone in the tavern became quiet after hearing this, and Wodingt suddenly said seriously: "Young man, may I know why you want to go to the Grand Line?"

"Why?" Ronan thought for a long time before and couldn't figure out why he had to go to the Grand Line. He had no plans to become the Pirate King, had no interest in treasures, and had no thoughts of joining the navy. But later he figured it out and said: "There's no reason. Since I'm here, let's go and have a look."

Suddenly, Wodingt laughed loudly: "Hahahahahaha, I haven't heard such energetic words for a long time. I really should stay with young people."

"Hey, grandpa, shouldn't you stop us?" Cherry was a little surprised. In such a dangerous place, she still hoped that the old man could stop the young master's determination. She didn't expect to laugh so happily.

"I've already stopped it, haven't I? There are many people who have been frightened and lost confidence by the photos on the wall and the stories I told you, but I didn't see a trace of fear in this boy's eyes at all." Wadint seemed to Thinking of something, I suddenly rummaged through the cabinet and muttered to myself: "Hey, where did I put it? It's been too long since I took it out and found it."

Wadingt took out a rust box, put it in front of Ronan, and said, "Let's take a look at this."

Ronan opened the box and saw several wanted posters and several photos. They looked very wrinkled and a little old and yellow.

"These are the only big pirates that I have encountered in the past decades that roam the Grand Line. They have not been brought out for a long time. After I stopped running the tavern, there will be no more people like you who are not afraid of death. I've encountered it." Wodingt said with emotion, "By the way, look at the last one."

Ronan looked back one by one. Although the first few pictures had good bounties, he had never heard of them. But the last one, his eyes lit up. It was actually a picture of Roger, the Pirate King. He didn't expect the picture in front of him. The old man even took a photo with Roger.

"Also after the day he died, although more and more people went to sea, it was more for the treasures he left than for adventure, so I closed the tavern, but you are different from them, I still want to Let me remind you, there is a sea of ​​​​demon, and what is more terrifying than humans are the ever-changing natural disasters. You two can’t survive alone,” Wodingt said in a serious tone at the end.

"I just wanted to come to the tavern to see if I could find a ship to the Grand Line." Ronan said truthfully.

"On the west coast, there are often caravans recruiting sailors and guards. Maybe you can give it a try." Wadint pondered for a while and provided a piece of news.

"Thank you" After getting some useful news, listening to a lot of stories, and digesting it almost, Ronan put the photo back into the box, thanked him and left.

"Wait" clicked.Before Ronan could react, Wodingt had already walked up to him and took a group photo. Unexpectedly, Ronan never published his own photo in the news. The first photo was taken here, but just now Wodingt The speed was so fast that even he didn't react. He shook his head with a smile and walked out of the tavern.

"Haha, cheers, old guys, I'll buy today's drink from Wodingte."

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