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Wayne has become vigilant since he confirmed that this island is the residence of Mihawk in his memory.

He didn't forget that this guy used to be known as the "Navy Hunter".

Coupled with Qiwuhai's identity, whether it is a navy or a pirate, it seems that it is not impossible for him to cut it down?

"But strictly speaking, I'm neither a navy nor a pirate right now."

Along the way, he beat up many provocative baboons, and Wayne finally saw the tall and dark Gothic castle in the center of the island from afar.

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

When Wayne slowly approached the castle, inside the castle.

The wood in the fireplace glowed softly and crackled now and then.

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

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

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

"Wow."

Turning over a page of the newspaper, the world's number one swordsman on the lounge chair by the wine table raised his eyebrows slightly.

"The Revolutionary Army... Interesting."

During the World Conference, apart from Mihawk not being interested in the slightest, and the wrangling between various countries because of the conflict of interests, 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, only that he calls himself "Revolutionary Dorag".

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

Some of the ideas it disseminated have attracted the attention of some vigilant kings of the franchise countries.

On the one hand, the strength displayed by the revolutionary army he led was not strong, and armed riots and the like were limited to minor disturbances.

But their actions are very stealthy, and often they can't be caught at all, making them almost constantly growing.

On the other hand, the thoughts conveyed in these "small troubles" are the points that make the shrewd kings shudder.

What is naturally opposed to the aristocratic ruling class represents the will of the "lower people".

Compared with the high-ranking royal family and nobles, what are the people at the bottom?

It's just a tool that can squeeze the gold in 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 Dorag, who spread this idea continuously and even encouraged the people at the bottom to resist the orders of the nobles, is simply the biggest and most vicious criminal in the world!

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

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

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

"Um?"

Turning his head, Mihawk looked at the window that was being tapped by "Dong Dong".

He got up and went to the window, opened the window, he was a little surprised to see the newspaper delivery bird that dropped the newspaper and flew away in a hurry without taking the money.

"A supplement?"

Morgens, the miserly president of the World Economic News Agency, seems to arrange for the newspaper delivery bird to deliver newspapers directly for free only when big explosive news occurs.

The usual newspapers, the kind of news that don't hurt or itch, don't even think about a Berry.

And the price goes up from time to time.

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

"The World Conference is over, the supplement at this time..."

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

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

"Someone really dares to..."

look 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 knocks on the door without haste.

"..."

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

"..."

The door opened, but there was an awkward silence.

Maintaining a stiff smile, Wayne twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling a little puzzled.

Although Mihawk does live here, what does it mean that the other party is looking at him so directly?

It's very uncomfortable to be stared at by these eyes that seem to be able to cut through the soul!

"That, Lord Mihawk?"

"Major General Mark Wayne?"

The two spoke almost simultaneously.

"Eh?"

Wayne's eyes widened.

Compared with the world-famous Shichibukai, the world's number one swordsman, it's normal for him to know Mihawk, who has very obvious characteristics.

But in front of the other party, even though he was, once was a major general of the headquarters, he was just a little shrimp who didn't deserve him to take a second look, right?

"Could it be..."

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

Mihawk's golden eagle eyes are full of unparalleled interest.

"Come in, I have seen many people who are not afraid of death.

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

Wayne: "..."

What's going on, can this guy talk?

Wayne is not a professional swordsman, so he doesn't have the admiration for Mihawk at the pinnacle of professionalism.

But this does not prevent him from respecting the world's number one swordsman standing at the pinnacle of swordsmanship and waiting to be surpassed alone.

It's just that the first knife he received when he entered the door was not Hei Dao Ye, which was a bit surprising.

Sometimes Mihawk's mouth is as sharp as his big knife.

After closing the door and following Mihawk into the castle, Wayne saw Mihawk go straight to the wine table by the fireplace and picked up a newspaper.

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

"Look, it was just delivered."

"..."

When Wayne opened the newspaper, the first thing he saw was his picture.

"The Flame Photographer is really everywhere..."

This photo was secretly taken when I was in Chambord Islands.

In the photo, he seemed to be a little drunk, and his face was a little red.

"Damn, it looks like a pervert."

Fortunately, there are no live photos of Madfak Saint being killed.

Otherwise, Wayne would feel like a perverted massacre when he saw it.

"What the hell kind of title is this 'Dragon Slayer'? That veteran Morgonz really dares to write it!"

It seems that Drake's title cannot be taken away by himself.

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

Wayne nodded in satisfaction and looked down.

Because his photo was published in the newspaper in the form of a wanted warrant.

"A reward... eh? Only 200 million?"

Killing the Tianlong people by himself seems to be something that has never happened in hundreds of years in the perception of normal people.

But is the life of a Tianlong person so worthless?

A mere 200 million is not even as good as some supernova pirate captains who have just landed on the Chambord Islands.

Even if I usually keep a low profile, this bounty is fully calculated, it seems to be worth the rank of major general!

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

"Wait, maybe..."

Wayne looked at his reward and the report of the incident again.

"So that's the case, no wonder there are only 200 million."