I, Uchiha Itachi, became the tenth member of the Straw Hats?

After the big man finished ordering, the three people behind the big man came in front of the uncle.

Itachi and the big man passed by, and they both turned their heads and looked at each other at the same time.

"Is it an illusion? Why do I feel that the big man is not an ordinary person?" Itachi looked at the big man going away, and he sat in the corner with two other masked men.

"There are all kinds of pirates here, and there should be many strong ones." Luo said.

Freys has already begged for dinner with the uncle.

"Oh! I want fried rice with purple rice seaweed and snail meat! Blink."

"Brothers, what do you want?" Frass asked Luo and Itachi.

Luo has already emphasized that they are people who have just been on the world news, so don't call them directly here.

"I want a meal like his." Luo glanced at the menu.

Itachi also looked at the menu, and he asked, "Is that the three-color meatball made of glutinous rice?"

"That's right, brother." The uncle smiled heartily.

"Okay, give me one."

"OK, a total of 0.5 rand coins."

Although Frass still feels pain, this is already equivalent to the price of six or seven catties of gold, but in this 'black' place, uncle's things are still affordable.

After ordering, Luo gave Freiss a look.

Freys quickly asked: "Oh uncle! Do you know root fruit?"

As soon as this was said, half of the surrounding pirates looked at Freys.

They all ate with their masks half hidden on their faces, and they couldn't help laughing when they heard this.

"Hey, are you new here?"

"It's really laughable, there are still people asking about that kind of fruit."

However, the uncle's original hearty smile calmed down.

"know."

"Why did you remember to ask about that fruit?"

"Oh! Uncle, it's like this..."

Before Frass finished speaking, Luo took over the conversation.

He said that they had seen the promotional posters of Real Callander before, and found that the roots and fruits had been there for several years.

They were just curious, what happened to this fruit, was it too expensive or was it not auctioned for some other reason?

After Luo asked, Uncle Fried Rice let out a sigh of relief.

"It's not just that it hasn't been sold in recent years. This fruit has existed since the establishment of Riel Callander."

"It hasn't been sold in 50 years."

Uncle Fried Rice said, all three of them were taken aback.

"Then what's the reason?" Itachi asked.

Uncle Fried Rice stretched out his hand and pointed out along the door of the shop. From here, he could see the auction at the end of his vision.

"Look there, there's a man over there."

What the uncle was pointing at was an old man leaning against the wide and long stairs of the auction.

The old man's clothes were tattered, and his hair was long and bearded. Although he was standing, he was almost as tall as a ten-year-old child squatting.

Just like a rickety dwarf.

"The so-called auctioneer of Gengenguo is him."

...

At the same time, the top floor of the Black Tower of Morel.

A secretary with a curvy figure gently pushed open the door of the office on the top floor.

Right opposite the office door, in a dark corner, on the boss's chair behind the huge desk, an old man with a face full of fire scars and an iron hook prosthesis opened his eyes like animal pupils.

"Boss, the lord is here."

The adult who is the secretary has emphasized it with his tone.

"Well, I see, let him in." The old man's tone was very vicissitudes.

"Please." The secretary extended his hand to greet the people behind him.

Standing behind the secretary, the man in the dark green cloak nodded slightly.

"Long time no see, old man."

A man in a dark green cloak walked into the office.

A string of red square tattoos on his left cheek was faintly visible in the dim light.

"Yeah, long time no see."

The old man stood up, in stark contrast to his old face, was his unusually burly figure under the suit.

"Your site is so close to me now, and you don't even have time to visit me. It's really hurtful."

The man in the dark green cloak smiled.

"Yeah, who would have thought that right next to the revolutionary army, there are actually hidden core figures of the previous generation of navy."

"Don't say that, that's a thing of the past."

The old man laughed, and the scars on his face trembled.

"Even old Sora is retiring soon."

"Now it is the world of those little devils, and the era does not belong to me."

"The person who can set off the wave of the times now is you."

The old man pointed at the man in the dark green cloak with his prosthetic iron hook.

"Monkey D. Dragon."

"World's Worst Criminal."

Long laughed. After he and the old man looked at each other for a while, they didn't mention this matter again.

He asked the old man: "Where is that old friend, is it still the same as usual?"

"Yes." The old man sighed, and that sigh seemed to come from a hundred years ago.

He pressed the switch on the office, and the inner building of Morel's Black Tower on the office floor turned into a transparent mirror.

From here, one can overlook the entire Riel Callander.

The old man pointed to the corner of the auction market.

"How many years, that guy has been there."

"Are you still waiting for someone who can pass his test?" Long looked intently.

Just ten years ago, he had come to that old man.

Unfortunately, he failed the test.

"Yeah, he's been waiting too long."

"When he was in his prime, he dragged his crippled lower body to Rilkaland and built this underground kingdom with me."

There was a trace of sadness in the old man's eyes.

"He's too stubborn." Long's eyes also showed a hint of sadness that was almost sad.

"With his current appearance, who would have thought that in that era, he would be able to squeeze into the world's most vicious pirate just like Lockes."

"He is already an embers in the wind, maybe he can't wait for the person who is waiting for him anymore."

The old man turned off the mirror on the office floor, and the surroundings became the black bricks of the dark Tower of Morel again.

Dragon has also stepped into the topic.

"I came to you this time mainly because of two things."

The old man was sitting upright, with the prosthetic iron hook resting on his chin.

He laughed and said, "When you usually say something like this, you're going to ask for help."

Long smiled and continued to speak.

"The first thing is, it's almost time for the World Conference period."

"At that time, the kings of all the countries that joined the world government will go to the holy land, and Mary Joa will attend the world conference."

There was a firm coldness in Long's eyes.

"This is a great opportunity for us."

The old man thought for a moment after listening, and finally nodded.

"I don't need to mention the following requirements, Reel Callander will give you the greatest weapon assistance."

"Thank you very much." Long bowed to the old man.

"The second thing is,"

"Our intelligence department has observed that there is a four imperial fleet from the new world that is heading towards Rilkaland."