Pirate: My villain's identity is exposed

Sherlock was surrounded by the members of the red-haired pirate group. He kept drinking wine, and he was already drunk like Guan Gong.

"Hahaha, Houston, we won't go home until we get drunk today."

"Houston, you can't do it. You just drank so much, are you already drunk?"

"Who said that, I'm not drunk, I can still drink."

Sherlock raised the wine glass, and Laubron poured the wine for him. He pulled Lauberon to sit down, "Stop working, come, let's have a drink together."

"Okay, Captain."

"Houston, come here, let me toast you."

Marco held the wine glass and walked to Sherlock. Sherlock nodded, clinked the wine glasses together, and drank it all.

"Ace...can we still be saved?"

In addition to Marco, others were also curious as to why Sherlock never buried Ace.

Sherlock's original words were because Ace was Luffy's brother, and he wanted Luffy to take one last look at Ace before he was buried. Before that, Herring could use the unicorn's ability to make his body incorruptible.

But they still have a glimmer of hope in their hearts.

Maybe it was because seeing Ace lying in the tree house made me feel like he had never left.

"Maybe, it's not very hopeful, but I'll try my best."

Sherlock said, "Don't expect too much from me."

"Your words are enough. If you need help, just ask."

Marco said as he drank the rum. The taste of this rum was even more throat-burning. It was brewed by Sherlock from local plants according to the recipe of the owner of Donghai Sweetheart Bar. Although the alcohol content was the same, the taste was spicier.

People from the Tata tribe don't like to drink it. Only Sherlock, who stays in the East China Sea all year round, likes it.

Now, Marco and the others also fell in love with the taste of this rum.

When the strong liquor enters the throat, it is like burning. After burning, it has a mellow feeling, with a hint of sweetness in the aftertaste.

This kind of wine is suitable for pirates who have experienced strong winds and waves.

Herring also wanted to have a taste, but since she was still underage in Sherlock's eyes, he only offered her fruit wine, so she could only accept it obediently.

According to Sherlock's standards, Herring must be 18 years old or older to be considered an adult.

Therefore, her habit of getting into Sherlock's bed was also banned by the order, and underage wet nurses were not allowed to get into the bed of the opposite sex.

"Houston, no, Sherlock."

The redhead raised the bowl, "I hope we will never be enemies."

"That's hard to say."

Sherlock raised the corner of his mouth and clinked glasses with the red-haired man, "I hope we can both realize our dreams."

"Cheers to the dream!"

Wrightson also raised his glass, and everyone cheered.

"Cheers to the dream!"

"We will inherit dad's will!"

"That's right!"

After three drinks, Sherlock lay on his back on the beach and felt something poking him.

He slowly opened his eyes, and saw a seagull holding a stack of reward orders and newspapers, its eyes flickering at him.

It was waiting for his touch.

Sherlock sat up and gently held the seagull's head: "Well done."

The bounty orders are for Blackbeard, Luffy and Houston respectively. The basic bounties are consistent with previous newspaper reports.

But the latest news in the newspapers reads.

"Blackbeard Teach successfully seized the Piaopiao Fruit and became the first person in history to possess the ability of double devil fruits! He also claimed that he had obtained the strongest power in the world. In this era, his name is Marshall D. Teach! Extremely evil The time has finally come!”

Is history really irreversible?Blackbeard actually obtained the devil fruit of the monster Golden Lion, which means that the monster is dead... Sherlock shook his head and felt that he really had a strong enemy. The power of the Piao Piao Fruit was not weaker than that of Shock. fruit.

"Dalmecia, Rob Lucci, and Monkey D. Karp were summoned by military courts one after another for unknown reasons."

The old man fought with me in person, so there should be no suspicion. It is probably just a formality. It is hard to say that Dalmatian Lieutenant General Dalmecia, well, Lu Qi is purely a scapegoat. Does this count as a disguised marriage? Is it a shame?

Sherlock continued to read the newspaper.

"Leah D. Houston has been listed as the most dangerous person by the world government. The world's nobles said they must catch this villain. The world has begun to investigate all people related to Leah D. Houston. Currently, Captured his 36 mistresses.”

Sherlock's mouth twitched slightly, but Houston's mistress had nothing to do with him.

Over the years, I have deliberately kept a distance from Houston's ex-girlfriends, and they have little information to disclose to the government.

"Lauberon, can you contact Donna?"

It suddenly occurred to Sherlock that the only Houston mistress he had been in contact with recently was Donna.

"Don't worry, Mr. Tang also has a family business in the New World and has already moved to the New World."

Lauberon said with a smile.

Sherlock nodded: "Boone and Will, are you not affected?"

"This is an internal matter within the Navy, and I don't know anything about it."

Laubran said slowly, "But since Boon doesn't want to follow us, he must also know what kind of path he has chosen."

Sherlock twisted his neck: "Yeah."

"Sherlock." Red-haired Shanks rubbed his hair and got up from the ground, "Hahaha, I drank too much, and I fell asleep just now."

He took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Sherlock, "Ivan Kofi asked me to help bring it to you."

Sherlock took the envelope and opened it suspiciously, "Why did he write to me?"

"I don't know about that. Okay, Sherlock, we've disturbed you here for a long time, and it's time to say goodbye."

Red-haired Shanks stood up.

Hearing that they were leaving, Sherlock was suddenly a little reluctant to leave. Shanks and his crew were very chatty and a very interesting group of people. Shanks was also a great drinker. He had a lazy and informal personality, making him a good friend. .

Especially Ben Beckman, who is ruthless and doesn't talk much, and has a lot of appetite for Sherlock.

"Are you really not considering letting me go back?"

Sherlock asked with a smile.

"My ship is too small, I'm afraid it can't accommodate your ambition, hahahaha, Sherlock."

Shanks patted Sherlock on the shoulder.

"If red-haired boats are small, then isn't my Sinister just a canoe?"

Sherlock teased.

Shanks shook his head, "Since you are already the captain, don't say such depressing words anymore, hahahaha, next time we meet, I hope we can have a good drink."

"it is good."

Sherlock stood up and watched the red-haired pirates leave.

Ben Beckman also patted Sherlock on the shoulder: "Houston, see you on the sea."

Sherlock nodded: "Okay."

"Houston, I heard that you have developed good marksmanship. Next time we have to compete."

Jesus said.

Sherlock's mouth twitched: "No."