Pirate: My villain's identity is exposed

"There is a message from Joker that you need to be inspected for a period of time before you can join the underground world. The inspection period will last for one year.

If you can't wait, he is willing to use his personal relationship to help you, but the prerequisite is that you have to make a promise to him. "

"What promise?"

Sherlock asked calmly.

"I haven't said anything yet. I said I would tell you later."

Baccarat shook her slender thighs, but Sherlock, who had an iron will, really didn't see it.

"Isn't that just a cashed ticket? It seems that Brother Ming wants to do a private deal with me."

Sherlock touched his chin. Doflamingo was indeed a thief. It would take him a year to enter the underground world. Could it be because he was making a deal with Kaido?Or is it because I don't have anything to impress him more?

It seems that the mining of Ba Shi Mine has to be intensified. I have to have a better bargaining chip. Businessmen are pursuing profits and cannot let them fail to see my commercial value.

"Okay, then you tell him that I want a complete unicorn brain. If he can do it, I will meet his conditions in the future, but it must be within my ability and not against my personal wishes. Down."

"OK."

Baccarat said, standing up from the desk, twisting his waist, and left Sherlock's tree house.Sherlock tapped his slender fingers rhythmically on the bookshelf, finding a familiar red leather-patterned notebook from a pile of books of varying heights.

Picking up the Yuan belly pen placed on the desk, he started writing a diary, recording what happened to him in Chinese, and at the same time sorting out the past mistakes in this battle and what to do next.

Although he has gone through these things many times in his mind, for some reason, since he came to this world, he has had the habit of writing a diary.

Maybe it's because only a diary can connect him with the original world.

"On top of the shortcomings in the war, first of all, premature exposure of strength and attracting unnecessary attention.

Secondly, Blackbeard was not killed, leaving himself a monster opponent.

In the end, even though the navy was bombed, no one dared to buy armor from him. In the future, he would have to manufacture other weapons and restore his reputation as a merchant. "

Although there were many existing problems listed, Sherlock knew that he would definitely be worthy of fighting the war this time.

“The reason why Whitebeard failed was because of his naivety, in other words, stubbornness and arrogance. He had great strength but no ambition to match it.

Whitebeard achieved hegemony before the throne, but he suppressed this booming force with a utopian family management concept. He neither claimed the throne nor directly opposed the world government. He preferred to settle in the new world and derailed the great era. .

Therefore, those within the Whitebeard Pirates who longed for the throne, expected Whitebeard to sit on the throne, and even wanted to attack the throne, inevitably came to the opposite side of Whitebeard.

Therefore, Blackbeard's disappointment in Whitebeard is not only because of his old body, but also because of his stubbornness and arrogance. He is obviously the strongest man in the world, but he has no ambition to dominate.

So, Blackbeard took action against his companions, took away the Dark Fruit, and hatched a conspiracy in an attempt to seize Whitebeard's Shock Fruit through a top-notch war.

Ace insisted on hunting down Blackbeard. His rebellion came from his inner desire for Whitebeard to awaken his desire for hegemony and uphold the laws of the Whitebeard Pirates;

In the end, Whitebeard innocently led all the members of the White Group to Marineland to rescue people, which played into the Navy's hands, and the White Group was eventually destroyed under the tide of the times. "

Sherlock put away his diary. He liked to record the reasons for others' failures so as to learn from himself.

He wants absolute freedom, which means he must reach the top of the world. He will also encounter the same problem in the future.

Therefore, he chose to stand on the shoulders of giants, learn from the lessons of his predecessors, never forget the past and be a guide for the future.

Sherlock put the diary on the bookshelf and twisted his neck:

"The next step is to collect my reward."

With a change of thought, he entered the system plane.

In the dark space, the inverted pyramid emits golden light.

Opposite the pyramid, next to a three-story foreign-style building, the plump Pipicia mother was opening a swimming pool for herself.

Beads of sweat fell from its forehead. Panting from exhaustion, it lay in the dug pit.

Sherlock squatted on top of the pit dug by it and found that Pipicia was farming and spreading soil again.

"Are you going to dig your own grave?"

Sherlock teased.

Pipisia got up and said, "Bah, bah, bah, we are digging a swimming pool. Your bathtub can no longer accommodate my majestic figure!"

Sherlock was sweating. He visually inspected that the pit dug by Pippi was only big enough for him to take a bath, not as big as his own bathtub.

"Host, do you want to consume?"

Pipisia climbed up from the pit dexterously, her eyes bright.

Sherlock nodded: "Is there any way to directly remove the curse?"

"What curse does the host want to remove? Is it the curse of being afraid of ants? Or the curse of being warlike?"

Pipisia asked knowingly.

Sherlock followed it to the second level of the big player gambling paradise.

"Only bet on blessings, nothing else!"

Sherlock decided that the remaining 2 million would be spent on his sexual life for the rest of his life.

Pipisia sat across from the gambling table, raised her eyebrows, and grabbed the cards that appeared with her little paws.

"Are you sure you only want to bet on blessings?"

"Sure!"

Sherlock nodded and held the thin poker between his hands.

"But blessings are all random blessings, and sometimes they often have unexpected effects."

At some point, Pipicia picked up a cigar.

In the first game, Sherlock lost 1000 million Baileys.

Consecutive losses in the second, third, and fourth games made Sherlock's mentality collapse.

If we could bring in the lucky carrot Baccarat at this time, maybe we wouldn't always lose.

"Can the system plane bring people in?"

Sherlock asked suddenly.

Pipisia touched her chin: "Please don't call this the system plane. If there is a name here, it is called Yuan Tu."

"Yuan Tu?"

Sherlock stared at Pipicia and kissed her.

"That's right, if you want to obtain Yuan Tu's permission to open to the outside world, you must reach the level of the Grand Master of Suicide."

Unexpectedly, Yuantu could really allow other people to enter, and Sherlock was instantly excited.

"Is Queen Xinxing the Grand Master?"

"No, the queen of Xinxing is the master, the queen of master is the grandmaster, and the queen of the grandmaster is the grand master."

Pipisia personally introduced, "You still have a long way to go."

"Then after reaching the Grand Master, I can take everyone into the Abyss?"

If this is the case, isn't it equivalent to opening up a small world of his own in the world of pirates?

"Yes, when the time comes the host can take people into the abyss with just a thought."

Pipicia’s relatives and friends reminded,

"However, the more people enter the Abyss, the closer the connection between the Abyss and the real world becomes, which may not be a good thing for the host."