Pirate, I am the demon fox that brings disaster to the world!

The term "pirate" first appeared nine hundred years ago, when a man called Joy Boy became the first pirate in history.

However, if he were a vicious "thief" who committed arson, killing and looting, he would not have gathered so many allies.

Well, this "thief" has an explanation. No one would voluntarily call themselves a "thief". It can only be an identity forced upon them. Considering Joyboy's enemies, it can only be the former Alliance of Twenty Nations.

It is normal for a newly established regime to erase a period of history, because it is conducive to the consolidation of the regime. However, the history of war can also establish its majesty, and only iron-blooded force can make most people submit obediently.

If it were simply a conflict of interest, then there would not have been a strict ban on discussing history for eight hundred years. Only opposing ideas could make those in power so cautious.

If the current world government and the Celestial Dragons represent oppression and slavery, then the ancient kingdoms and the D tribe represent liberation and freedom. In comparison, the latter naturally attracts the will of most people.

Therefore, the twenty countries that seized world power defined rebels like Joy Boy as pirates.

However, with the passage of time, the rise of sea levels and the expansion of sea areas, more and more people went out to sea for plunder, and the term "pirate" became more substantial and took on the nature of "thief".

Today, this group has expanded rapidly with the great pirate era opened up by Gol D. Roger. Roger's original intention may have been good, which was to shake up the oppressive era.

But a speck of dust from the times falling on the head of an individual is extremely heavy, let alone a revolutionary change.

Real pirates were rampant in the sea, countries that did not join were destroyed one after another, countless people were displaced, and as a result, the slave trade grew unprecedentedly.

Looking at the unusually "prosperous" human trade market in front of him, Yakumo Bai gradually retracted his wandering thoughts. The times were like this, and there was no need for him to be sad about it, let alone feel useless sympathy.

Regardless of the ideology, this world is ultimately ruled by strength. The saying that heroes determine history may be a bit exaggerated, but we cannot deny the huge influence of top combat power on the world.

If it doesn't suit your taste, then just use your absolute strength to change it. Childlike innocence is pure, and this original intention has never changed - that is, to bring fairy tales into the world and become the protagonist of the story. From then on, everything I say and do is justice, and everything I think is the way of heaven!

The bustling human trafficking market seemed to stagnate for a moment, and then resumed its flow in an instant. Under the white cloak, Yakumo Bai took a deep breath, shook the chain in his hand, and "followed" Saint Rozward towards the depths.

The slave trade established in the Holy Land undoubtedly covers the entire ocean. Men and women, long-armed people, long-legged people, pirate captains, down-and-out nobles... except for some rare species that are difficult to capture, the "commodities" here can be said to be dazzling, and they are clearly marked with prices to show their unique value to the Celestial Dragons.

"Hey! Is there anyone in the Holy Land who has fishmen as slaves?"

Hidden under his cloak, Shiro Yakumo whispered to Saint Rozward as he looked around the slaves in the cages, searching for the one he was looking for.

"Um... Sir... Although there are not many murloc slaves in the Holy Land, there are some. It's just that they are too rare, so they are often transferred from one person to another... I wonder what kind of murloc you are looking for?"

The strictly controlled vocal cavity could only make a slight sound, and Saint Rozward responded by recalling the tone of those who had kowtowed to him.

At this point, Saint Rozward has finally recognized the truth. Faced with this seemingly harmless boy who has a mind as vicious as a devil, he is afraid that he will never be able to escape from his control, so he might as well cooperate.

Anyway, what the other party wanted was just some fruits and slaves, which was no big deal for the huge Marijoa. If he could send this disaster away quickly, he would be able to breathe a sigh of relief. Although his life was still in the hands of the other party, at least he could continue to be his own Celestial Dragon.

The luxurious life that he once took for granted suddenly became extremely precious in the eyes of Saint Rozwald. He regretted the idea of ​​going to the West Sea for vacation. There are so many celestial dragons in the holy land, why am I so unlucky?

The celestial dragons generally do not have broad minds, so Saint Rozwald's compromise may also mean that others will lose something as well.

"Hmm...it should be a tiger fish (some say it's a sea bream) fishman."

After thinking for a moment, Yakumo Bai spoke slowly.

"Tigerfish merman? The most sought-after guy?"

Saint Rozward was a little surprised. You know, when the tiger fish man first came to the holy land, he was extremely unruly! It took a long time to train him to be obedient.

Relying on his strong physique and rare identity as a fishman, that guy is very popular among the Celestial Dragons. Even I can only borrow him for a day occasionally.

Thinking of this, Saint Rozward told Yakumo Bai everything he knew about the tigerfish merman.

"I see......"

Yakumo Bai nodded secretly, and then said,

"I don't care what method you come up with, just borrow that fish man when I think it's appropriate! Otherwise, go back and experience the feeling of being treated as food again!"

Hearing this, Saint Rozward's face turned pale, and his legs began to tremble at the thought of the nightmare scene. Faced with such torture, even the Celestial Dragons who were always afraid of death would only want to end their lives as soon as possible, just to get rid of the pain as soon as possible!

"Please...please rest assured! My Lord! At all costs, I will..."

"Saint Rozward! What are you whispering to your slave? It really brings shame to our family!"

Suddenly, a sharp female voice sounded. Looking up, I saw a woman who looked somewhat similar to Xia Luligong walking towards me ostentatiously. As she approached, a strong smell of perfume suddenly hit me in the face.

"Megan Saint? When did it become your turn to tell me what to do?"

After recognizing the identity of the visitor, Saint Rozward spoke naturally, as if similar conversations had been held many times before.

"Hmph! My foolish brother, I am only defending the family's reputation! As a descendant of the noble Creator, how can you stoop down and speak to a mere slave?

Slaves...are supposed to kneel on the ground and look up at us!"

As he spoke, Megan Saint came closer again, wanting to lift up Yakumo Bai's cloak to see his true appearance:

"Let me see, what kind of slave is so mysterious that you would condescend to him like this?"

"Megan Saint!"

Seeing that the other party was suddenly trying to make a move on Yakumo Shiro, Saint Rozward was immediately shocked. You know, the facts are completely opposite to what the other party thinks! He is the one who is the slave! And this boy is a complete devil!

"Why are you yelling so loudly! He is just a slave... He is not worth so... so..."

Saint Megan glared at Saint Rozward and scolded her in dissatisfaction, then turned around and wanted to continue what she was doing. However, when she turned back, the woman was completely stunned.

She saw that at some point, Yakumo Bai had raised his head. His face, with red lips, white teeth and jade-like appearance, was more handsome than any slave she had ever seen. His mysterious eyes were like deep black holes, as if to draw her entire mind into them. After just a simple stare for a few seconds, Megan Sheng's blood boiled and her legs went weak.

However, Megan Saint didn't care about this embarrassment. She frantically pressed down on Saint Rozward's shoulders and shouted in a low voice with a trembling voice,

"Saint Rozward! Give him to me! No matter what the cost! Give him to me!!"

Seeing Saint Megan's crazy look, Saint Rozward was extremely surprised and thought, could this evil boy have some magic power? Otherwise, how could he make the other party look so ugly?

With doubts in his heart, Saint Rozward couldn't help but look at Yakumo Bai, only to see that the other party quietly gestured to the other party about the slaves brought by Saint Megan, and then nodded. It seemed that he wanted to use himself as an exchange? In exchange for that woman?

Although he was extremely puzzled, under the pressure and shadow brought by Yakumo Shiro, Saint Rozward still spoke,

"I can exchange it, but I have to use that woman! In addition, I have to add 10 billion Baileys... Yes! And a devil fruit!"

Noticing the dangerous look from Yakumo Shiro, Saint Rozward immediately added.

"no problem!"

Megan Saint, who seemed to have completely lost her mind, did not hesitate at all and agreed immediately. God has mercy on me! I actually met such a cute and handsome boy! And he happened to be in the hands of an acquaintance! Not in the hands of those other bitches!

The Celestial Dragons who grew up in a privileged environment were completely loyal to their own desires. Megan Saint threw the chain in her hand to Rozward Saint, and couldn't wait to hold Yakumo Bai's hand. For the first time, she said in a gentle tone,

"Little brother, come home with me tonight, okay? I will definitely let you experience a life like in heaven!"

Exquisite toys deserve more attention and care. For this unique beautiful boy, Megan Saint decided to spend more energy to slowly invade him until he was pressed under her body and played with him wantonly...

He frowned slightly, noticing that the woman's actions had unknowingly attracted a lot of attention. Yakumo Bai had obviously underestimated his own charm.

Considering that Yamato and the others were always by his side, and that the girls in this small circle were all pretty good-looking, he was somewhat immune to it. But for these vulgar women, his "power" might be too strong...

"It was indeed a bit of a mistake... I didn't expect that something would go wrong here... But, how should I put it, there is always a gain for a loss, right? I have already got half of the key to the vault~"

Looking at the blond woman kneeling on the ground with a blank expression and covered in wounds, Yakumo Shiro's brows relaxed slightly.

"Well, now that everyone is watching, it's still a bit risky to use my power to control her... After all, she's just another slave, a good opportunity to drive another nail into the holy land... But this time, it seems like she's just a bootlicker?"

Suppressing the thoughts in his mind, pretending to be a slave who had been successfully trained, Yakumo Bai nodded gently, and obediently followed the excited Megan Saint to leave. Before leaving, he took a deep look at Rozward Saint, and the meaning was very clear.

"Be honest, or you're done!"