Pirate: My villain's identity is exposed

"Don't reject me so ruthlessly, hahaha, where does this put my man's face?"

Jesus Bu smiled helplessly.

"Unless you're willing to bet your star cloak."

Sherlock opened his mouth.

"Hahahaha, it turns out that you are interested in my cloak. This cloak was given by my best friend."

After Jesus said this, the other crew members also laughed.

Amid laughter and laughter, under the guidance of Robert Lauron, the red-haired pirates successfully left the waters of Tata Island.

Then the members of the Whitebeard Pirates also said goodbye to Sherlock, and they seemed much more profound.

There are still members of the Buggy Pirates and the Tata Aboriginal people on the island.

Oz stayed on the island. He was the same size as Titan, and the two actually became good friends.

Sherlock said goodbye to everyone, returned to his tree house, and then read the contents of the letter carefully.

This is not so much a letter as an invitation.

Ivankov hopes that Leah D. Houston can meet the dragon and join the revolutionary army.

If he agrees, make an appointment again. If he doesn't agree, just pretend he hasn't seen the letter.

Sherlock put the letter on the mahogany table, leaned against his grandfather's chair, crossed his legs, and hung a lollipop in his mouth:

"Monkey D. Dragon, isn't that Luffy's dad?"

At this time, Baccarat opened the door and slowly walked into the room with a delicate tray. On the tray was a pot of hot black tea and a layer cake, with two fresh strawberries inlaid on the cake.

Today she wore a light green suspender with a deep V-neckline and gray-white jeans, which outlined her exquisite curves and swayed as she walked, which made people's blood swell.

It's a pity that in Sherlock's eyes, she is just a big white carrot.

At this time, Sherlock saw Bailuobo sitting at his desk, putting down the black tea and snacks, and picking up the letters on the table.

"what is this?"

"A letter of invitation."

"It's actually a letter written to you by the Demon King Ivankov himself. The Revolutionary Army wants to invite you to join?"

Baccarat's beautiful eyes were filled with disbelief.

Sherlock nodded, picked up the black tea, took a sip, and began to enjoy the layer cake.

"Don't the famous Revolutionary Army despise pirates? Why would they invite you? What exactly did you do, Houston, in this war?"

"Isn't it written in the newspapers?"

Sherlock put the cake into his mouth. It felt like it melted in your mouth. He said in surprise, "It's actually ice cream flavor. Has our chef changed?"

"The chef has not changed. I personally cooked this for you. I know you like sweets, so I have learned a lot of cooking."

In the past, Baccarat could easily capture Houston with her beauty, but now she has to rack her brains to please this man. Thinking about it, she is getting further and further back.

“It tasted great!”

Sherlock praised.

"How do you like it?"

Baccarat raised the corners of his mouth, picked up a straw hat on the cake, bit it between his red lips, and lowered his head.

Normally at this time, Houston would kiss her, enjoying the wonderful taste of her lips and strawberry fused together.

However, Sherlock took advantage of her eating strawberries and quickly ate all the layer cake, barely licking the plate.

Baccarat looked confused.

Sherlock wiped his mouth with satisfaction and continued to take a sip of black tea: "Do you think I should join?"

Baccarat swallowed the strawberry, feeling like she was being choked.

She slowly analyzed: "The Revolutionary Army is led by Monkey D. Dragon, and its purpose is to overthrow the rule of the Celestial Dragons who dominate the world government.

In recent years, the revolutionary army has gained momentum, successfully overthrowing the regime of the country San Dorea in the South China Sea, and also liberated many enslaved non-United Nations.

I heard that the Revolutionary Army regarded Nicole Robin, the survivor of the "O'Hara Incident", as the "Light of the Revolution" and had been searching for her whereabouts for many years and wanted to invite her to join.

Maybe I'm interested in your courage and ability, Houston, so I want to ask you to join. After all, you made a big fuss in the Chambord Islands before.

Just joining the revolutionary army is tantamount to openly being an enemy of the world government. "

"We are pirates, and the world government and navy are our enemies."

Sherlock picked up the tea cup and looked at himself reflected in the black tea. To be honest, sometimes he couldn't see himself clearly.

Maybe he was affected to some extent after sewing with Houston's soul, and even more so now after sewing with Whitebeard. When he saw Marco and the others, he always felt a sense of intimacy.

This feeling is like... they are all his sons... so sending them away made Sherlock very relieved and did not even want to see them so soon, otherwise this strange feeling would make him very uneasy.

Suddenly there are so many weird and weird children who are older than me. Who can bear it?

"That being said, I don't think you will agree."

Baccarat's voice interrupted his thoughts, and he raised his eyes: "Oh? Why?"

"How can a person who falls in love with the sea be willing to be restricted by rules and regulations? Whether it is the government or the revolutionary army, they are all regular armies and are not suitable for you."

"A woman's sixth sense is really scary, as if you know everything I'm thinking."

Sherlock drank the black tea with a smile and handed the cup to Baccarat, "Dear Baccarat, can you refill my cup?"

"Of course, my captain."

Baccarat poured him another cup of black tea and suddenly said,

"The Navy has done a good thing."

"what?"

Sherlock asked curiously.

"You didn't know? All your mistresses were caught."

The corners of Sherlock's mouth twitched slightly. Baccarat, this woman, is so jealous. Why are you so happy that they were caught?

Speaking of these mistresses, Sherlock found it incredible.

Because six years ago, Houston was only 14 years old. Even in the pirate world, he was just an adult. You sleep with more than 30 women a year. Do you really think you are a stud?

"Aren't you worried about them?"

Baccarat asked tentatively.

Sherlock shook his head: "Don't worry, the navy can't find anything, so they will naturally be released."

"Houston, you are really heartless. If I am captured one day, will you do the same?"

Baccarat moved closer to Sherlock and lifted his chin.

"You're not like them."

Sherlock said, picking up the tea cup, "Who will help me pour the tea if you are caught?"

“Am I only worth pouring tea?”

The corners of Bacara's mouth rose.

"Of course, you are still my lucky girl...goddess, is there any news over there?"

Sherlock immediately changed the topic, and if he continued this topic, Baccarat would probably want to vent on himself again.

But, in the eyes of Sherlock, who is cursed, her cute carrot figure makes Sherlock unwilling to have sex with a carrot even if she kills him. It's very weird, okay?