Battle of Pirates Bear Roar

The night passed.

Mihawk, who was without a knife, had insomnia. He kept thinking about a question, how did Girolamo make his armed color Haki ineffective.

The action of swinging a knife?posture?

Mihawk has rehearsed it countless times in his mind. He even got up to learn it and restored it 100%, which only made him more confused.

Anxiety, irritability, these negative emotions were all suppressed by him until early morning.

He is Hawkeye Mihawk, the man who inspires to become the strongest swordsman in the world.

As that person said.

"Mihawk, what you say will definitely come true, because you are just like His Majesty the King."

The king cannot show cowardice or lose his etiquette.

He put on the newly bought black windbreaker and white trousers and stood in front of the mirror.

The cross hanging from his chest shone brightly.

He didn't button it up, "Well, one more hat is missing."

Mihawk stepped out of the room, as calm as ever.

Locke looked up at the stairs and said, "Mihawk, are you okay?"

"It's okay. I feel like I still need a hat. I'll buy it when I have breakfast later."

Mihawk answered calmly.

Locke grinned and said, "I know which hat you'll like."

Brian scratched his hair and said, "I'm going to find an old friend to make a knife mold. When you come back, remember to buy lunch. Don't always eat out."

"I want to see it too." Aiya shouted. She is not a foodie, but a big eater.

Her dream is to be a blacksmith, work hard all her life, and live in peace until her death.

If you have the opportunity to learn better blacksmithing skills, you won’t waste the opportunity.

Brian nodded without refusing.

Locke opened his mouth and said, "This is not good."

"It's okay, it's not a trade secret."

Brian still dotes on this little girl Aiya. She is well-behaved, has a talent for blacksmithing, and loves to learn.

Let him realize that being single for so many years may have been the wrong choice.

If you get married, you will have children and grandchildren.

I won't stay in an empty workshop.

One day in the future, no one may notice when he dies.

"Well, as long as you're happy." Locke wanted to say that this girl has a big appetite, but when the words came to his lips, he still didn't say it.

Brian and Aya left the workshop side by side.

On the way, Aya chattered and asked about the types of iron ore and how to make a good sword.

Brian smiled and imparted his knowledge and experience without any boredom.

The two walked to Building 35, where there was a William Workshop.

Specializing in making various molds and selling them to workshops that make weapons.

The boss was an acquaintance of Brian's before.

After he returned to the sea and became an alcoholic, there was basically no contact with him.

Unlike Brian, this old friend has children and probably a few grandchildren.

Brian walked into William's workshop. It was very hot inside. There were more than a dozen stoves lined up. A group of strong men took off their shirts and were busy working in full swing.

A tall old man with a burn on the left side of his face was patrolling back and forth. When he saw Brian walking in, he was surprised and said, "It's so rare that you, a bad old man, still remember the way to my house."

Brian laughed and said, "Old man, I haven't seen you for so many years, but you are still the most vicious."

William glanced at Aya, "When did you get a little follower?"

"This is my guest," Brian replied, "William, I want a knife made from Senna steel, and this is what that knife looks like."

"If you had said this more than ten years earlier, the whole of Seiler would have been a sensation. Now people have forgotten you."

William satirized his old friend while taking the drawing, "The hilt of the cross? It looks like a believer."

Brian smiled and said: "I don't know if I teach or not, but that man is definitely the new target that all swordsmen are waiting for."

"Well, as long as you don't regret it." William stared at the drawings and discussed details such as dimensions.

Aiya listened to the discussion between the two old men for a full hour before all aspects were finalized.

A small knife mold actually contained so much knowledge and attention, which made her more knowledgeable.

After discussing this, William asked if he had eaten.

Brian smiled and said, "I haven't eaten yet."

William said proudly, "Then stay here to eat, and the little one will come with you."

After a while, "Master, we are out of rice and vegetables."

Seeing his apprentice crying and mourning, William looked a little worried.

"Hiccup," Aya burped. There were plates piled up in front of the table, "There's no need to cook. I'll just eat half full."

Half...full?The corner of William's mouth twitched, good guy, one month's rations were wiped out in one meal.

Brian was a little embarrassed. He didn't expect that this girl was not big and had a bottomless appetite. "I'll give you money."

"What a joke, am I that stingy person? Let's go, let's go, I will try my best to give you the knife mold in a week."

William directly issued an eviction order.

Brian had known him for many years and understood his temper. He could only find an opportunity to invite him back in the future and said, "Okay, let's go. By the way, why didn't you see Jack?"

When the name was mentioned, William was silent for a while and said: "He is dead. Seven years ago, he helped a noble to make a knife mold. Because Jasmine was pregnant, he was negligent, causing an error in the knife mold. He was sentenced to death by the noble."

"...I'm sorry." Brian was confused. At that time, he was still in a drunken state and didn't care about the outside world.

William forced a smile and said: "After so many years, I have looked away from what you are apologizing for."

After sending Brian and Aya away, William handed the knife mold to his most proud disciple to make. He walked into the second floor of the workshop, walked into his dark room, and picked up a telephone bug with bright lipstick.

He said, "Leila, the time is set."

"Oh, I count the time, Hawkeye should be there by about the same time."

A mature woman's voice came over the phone, "When?"

William replied: "If everything goes well, I will go to see how he is doing at the end of September."

"Okay, I will hold a big concert in Seiler at the end of September."

"Will it succeed?" William asked uneasily.

"Don't underestimate Hawkeye. He was personally selected by Mr. Dorag. Needless to say, his strength and courage are second to none.

The sword he worked so hard to make was snatched away by the third prince. He will definitely rush into the palace and take back his sword. "

As he spoke, the phone bug's eyes narrowed slightly, fully expressing the speaker's attitude, "When the time comes, I will pretend to be forcibly abducted by the king and there will be no one at the concert. I will use Betty's ability to incite the fans to enter the palace and overthrow Seiler." The king’s tyranny.

How are your weapons prepared? "

"It's ready and can be used at any time."

William answered.

For seven years, for seven whole years, every day and every night, he was surrounded by unimaginable loneliness.

The son died tragically, and the daughter-in-law then committed suicide with her grandson.

leaving him an old man.

How many times did he want to die.

But he didn't die, he wanted revenge, he wanted to cut off the noble's head with his own hands.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to join the revolutionary army.

Now the opportunity he had been waiting for had finally arrived, and it was time to sound the horn of revenge.

"Pirate Battle Bear Roar"