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Wayne became vigilant ever since he determined that this island was where Mihawk was stationed in his memory.

He has not forgotten that this guy used to be known as the "Navy Hunter".

Coupled with the identity of the Shichibukai, it seems that whether he is a navy or a pirate, it is not impossible to be killed by him?

"But strictly speaking, I am neither a navy nor a pirate now."

After beating away many provoking baboons along the way, Wayne finally saw the tall, dark Gothic castle in the center of the island from a distance.

"Tsk, I hope it won't be chopped out directly."

When Wayne slowly approached the castle, inside the castle.

The wood in the fireplace was burning softly, crackling from time to time.

Although it looks eerie, this island is not actually a winter island, and the temperature is not that low.

Although Mihawk likes to be alone and quiet, he is also very particular about the quality of life.

Next to the warm fireplace, there is an exquisite small wine table.

"Whoa."

After turning over a page of the newspaper, the world's greatest swordsman sitting on the lounge chair next to the wine table raised his eyebrows slightly.

"The Revolutionary Army... is interesting."

During the World Conference, apart from the quarrels between various countries due to competing interests, which Mihawk was not interested in at all, there was still some valuable news.

Among them, the one that interests him the most is undoubtedly this dangerous organization that has been discussed by many franchise countries this year.

and its mysterious leader.

No one knows his real name, except that he calls himself "Revolutionary Long".

In recent years, he has appeared in many franchise countries.

Some of the ideas it spread attracted the attention of some vigilant kings of the franchised countries.

On the one hand, the revolutionary army he led did not show much strength, and armed riots and the like were limited to small fights.

But their actions are very secretive, and there is often no trace of them at all, making them almost constantly growing.

On the other hand, the thoughts conveyed in these "little fights" are what scare the shrewd kings.

Naturally opposed to the aristocratic ruling class, it represents the will of the "lower people".

Compared with the royal family and nobles who are above us, what do the people at the bottom mean?

They just have as many tools as they want, and they can squeeze the gold from the sky without any scruples.

When were they allowed to have the will to resist?

Just thinking about it is a sin!

And the revolutionary Long, who continues to spread this idea and even incites the lower class people to resist the orders of the nobles, is simply the largest and most vicious criminal in the world!

"This face...this mark, I feel like I've seen it somewhere before."

Mihawk closed the newspaper and put it aside, then picked up the red wine glass on the small wine table and took a sip.

When he was traveling around to practice swordsmanship when he was young, he seemed to have seen people wearing similar marks.

"Ok?"

Turning his head, Mihawk looked at the window that was being tapped lightly.

He stood up and walked to the window, opened it, and looked with some surprise at the newspaper delivery bird that dropped the newspaper, took the money, and flew away in a hurry.

"Supplement?"

Morgans, the miserly president of the World Economic News Agency, seems to arrange for newspaper delivery birds to directly deliver newspapers for free only when breaking news occurs.

Ordinary newspapers, the kind where the news is not painful or unpleasant, don't miss even a berry.

And the price increases from time to time.

I really don’t know if he is obsessed with making money or reporting big news.

"The World Conference has ended, and the supplement at this time..."

After closing the window, Mihawk slowly walked back to the wine table and opened the newspaper.

With just one glance, his falcon-like eyes lit up with a sharp light that seemed to be able to cut through everything!

"Someone really dares to..."

Looking carefully, Mihawk narrowed his eyes slightly, turned up the corners of his mouth, and seemed to be in a very good mood.

"Interesting, very interesting..."

"Boom, boom, boom!"

There were three slow knocks on the door.

"..."

Mihawk was silent for a moment, put down the newspaper, and turned to open the door.

"..."

The door opened, but there was a somewhat awkward silence.

Wayne, who maintained a stiff smile, twitched the corner of his mouth, a little puzzled.

Although Mihawk did live here, what did he mean by looking at him so directly?

It was very uncomfortable to be stared at by these eyes that seemed to be able to cut apart the soul!

"Um, Sir Mihawk?"

"Major General Mark Wynn?"

The two spoke almost simultaneously.

"Eh?"

Wayne's eyes widened.

Compared with the world-famous King Shichibukai, the world's greatest swordsman, it is normal for him to recognize Mihawk, who has extremely obvious characteristics.

But in front of the other party, even though he is and once was a major general in his headquarters, he is just a little shrimp who is not worthy of him taking a second look, right?

"Could it be..."

"Ha... I didn't expect that the 'Dragon Slayer' would actually appear at my door."

Mihawk's golden eagle eyes were filled with unparalleled interest.

“Come in, I’ve seen many people who are not afraid of death.

"But you are the first to choose this way of death."

Wayne: "..."

What's going on? Can this guy speak?

Wayne is not a professional swordsman, so he doesn't have that kind of admiration for Mihawk at the peak of his profession.

But this does not hinder his respect for the world's greatest swordsman who stands at the pinnacle of swordsmanship, waiting alone to surpass him.

It's just that the first knife I got when I walked in was not a black knife. Ye, which was a bit surprising.

Mihawk's mouth is sometimes as sharp as his sword.

After closing the door and following Mihawk into the castle, Wayne saw him walking straight to the wine table next to the fireplace and picking up a newspaper.

He threw the newspaper to Wayne, sat down on his own, picked up the red wine glass and shook it gently:

"Take a look, it just arrived."

"..."

Wayne opened the newspaper and the first thing he saw was his photo.

"That guy, Flame Photographer, is really everywhere..."

This photo was secretly taken when I was in the Shampoo Islands.

In the photo, he seems to be a little drunk, and his face is a little red.

"Damn, he looks like a pervert."

Fortunately, there are no photos of the scene where Saint Madfak was killed.

Otherwise, Wayne himself would feel like a perverted sadist.

"What the hell kind of title is this 'Dragon Slayer'? How dare that old man Morgans write it!"

It seems that he can't take away that title from Drake.

But this title... is domineering enough, not bad!

Wayne nodded with satisfaction and lowered his gaze.

Because his photo was published in the newspaper as a wanted poster.

"The reward...huh? Only [-] million?"

Killing the Celestial Dragon himself seemed to be something that normal people had never seen happen in hundreds of years.

But is the life of the Celestial Dragon so worthless?

A mere [-] million, not even as good as some of the supernova pirate captains who newly landed on the Shampoo Islands.

Even if I usually keep a low profile, this bounty seems to be worth the rank of Major General!

Is the agreed bounty amount set according to the degree of danger and threat?

"Wait, maybe..."

Wayne read his reward and the report of the incident again.

"I see. No wonder there are only [-] million."