I am the Bandit King of the East Sea.

“She is a dictator, and what you want to be is an observer or a supervisor.”

Sig was stunned for a while, then said irritably:

"No, are you doing reading comprehension here?"

"There's no need for so many complicated details. I just want to live a peaceful life."

He sighed softly, raised his glass, and clinked it against the panda's:

"Let's not talk about politics today."

Sieg repeatedly raised his glass to drink, and as the contents of the glass went down into his stomach, a warm feeling rose within him. His eyes were slightly glazed as he looked at the grand banquet.

The Higuma Mountain Pirates, the Roger Pirates, and the Whitebeard Pirates.

All three parties were old acquaintances, and the farewell banquet for those about to part ways was quite lively, bustling, and filled with the clinking of glasses.

Amidst the clamor, Sieg and the Pandaren seemed to stand alone, seemingly detached from the world.

He raised his head, looking at the giant gap in the red earth continent in the distance, his gaze slightly unfocused, filled with emotion.

What was Siegfried's biggest lie?

Anotherpiece? The suppression of fifty-six emperors? A glorious past? A journey to another world?

In fact, the biggest lie has always been the "Mountain Bandit King" himself.

And now, this lie has come true.

Today it is today.

He finally broke through the mountain in his heart, and also broke through the mountain above the heads of the world, the mountain that blocked the connection between the four seas.

After a long and winding journey that left even the Pandaren onlookers in awe, Siegfried has reached a distant shore that he never imagined he would reach.

Break through the cowardice in your heart and clear away the obstacles from the outside world.

From lies, step by step, we step into reality.

He is now the King of Mountain Bandits.

Sig stood up, holding a wine glass in his hand, and looked at the huge swarm of bandits at the banquet.

Today, the bandit group has grown to more than 10,000 people, making it a massive organization.

The World Government no longer exists, the collars and shackles around the necks of all slaves have been shattered, and the Celestial Dragons, who once reigned supreme in the clouds, have fallen to the dust.

After everything was over...

Surely Sig isn't going to lead these tens of thousands of bandits on a trip or retire to the mountains, is he?

As if sensing something, everyone turned to look, and the once noisy banquet hall gradually quieted down.

"Guys." Sig raised his glass, looking at the bandits before him, his face as calm as ever.

"We have conquered the highest peak in the world, the Holy Land of Mary Geoise. The long and arduous journey has come to an end."

“Big…” Sig hesitated for a moment, but still managed to utter a single word:

"The big plan has been realized, and now I just want to live a peaceful life."

"so..."

"No feast lasts forever. The journey may have an end, but the rest of life is still very long."

Sig stared at the bandits before him, his gaze sweeping over familiar faces such as Baldy, Monka, Crocodile, and Veben:

"The Sig Mountain Bandits should disband as well."

“Not just Barrett, anyone else can leave if they want to.”

After he said this, the laughter and chatter suddenly subsided, and a commotion broke out in the crowd.

Kro paused, pushed up his glasses with the heel of his hand and pondered for a moment, but finally couldn't help but ask the bald man next to him.

"Baldy, what Boss Sig said must have a deeper meaning than what it seems on the surface, right?

"No...."

"It's come to this." The bald man's eyes flickered.

After Sigurd woke up, he didn't attend that important meeting, but instead drank with Roger and Whitebeard. He guessed what Sigurd was thinking, but he didn't expect this moment to come so soon.

"I got it for free?" Hale, the cockroach bully, was a little taken aback.

He had tried every means to distance himself from Sieg, but he eventually gave up.

Now that Sieg has given him freedom of movement, he feels a strange, inexplicable emotion.

Roger remained silent. As an outsider, he couldn't interrupt, but a wave of memories washed over him. Before surrendering himself, he had also voluntarily disbanded his pirate crew.

However, the situation is still different.

"They've disbanded, but not completely," Sieg continued.

"There's no need to rush into a decision; it's up to you whether you stay or leave."

"Even if I leave them all, I can afford to support them."

Back then, Sig left the bandit group twice: once by faking his death for several months to become a marine, and once by shattering the void and disappearing for ten years.

The last time, after losing Sig, the bandits returned to the fog-shrouded Devil's Triangle and stayed there for a full ten years. During those ten years, they took precautions to remain hidden and out of the navy's sight.

In addition to converting the terror schooner into the Dushan, the ship also has a town of 10,000 people, complete with farmland, houses and other living facilities, making it a small, self-sufficient floating city.

Therefore, it wouldn't be a problem if the bandits continued to live on the Dushan.

Moreover, the four seas are now connected, and the Grand Line and the Calm Belt have become bridges for communication between the world.

When Roger disbanded his pirate crew, all the crew members had to go into hiding and scatter across the world, never to be contacted again.

Without Sigurd's intervention, in the original story, the ship's doctor Crocus would have been guarding the Twin Capes Lighthouse the whole time and would not have had the chance to reunite with his old friends, including Rayleigh.

But this time, Sieg is different.

After the dramatic changes in the world, the risks and difficulties of navigation have decreased, and distance is no longer such a big obstacle.

"Then, let's have one last drink together." Seig, emboldened by the alcohol, raised his glass and gazed at the densely packed bandits before him.

The bald man was the first to stand up, followed by the many bandits behind him.

"Homage to the eternal Mountain Bandit King!" The bald man was the first to speak loudly.

"Homage to the eternal Mountain Bandit King." The voices were initially noisy, but quickly became unified.

Thousands of voices rang out in unison, merging into one, loud and high-pitched, soaring into the sky, startling the seagulls flapping their wings on the sea surface, which quickly flew away.

Further away.

The revolutionary leader, Long, opened the window and gazed into the distance, a scene from many years ago flashing through his mind.

Many years ago, when he was in the Kingdom of Goa, he had seen the bald man leading a group of bandits and shouting slogans in the mountains during his first formal meeting with Sig.

In the blink of an eye, the bandits of the East Sea have come to this point.

The wine went down my throat.

Sig looked at the bandits in front of him, his gaze slightly unfocused.

The expectations of others are also a huge pressure.

At first, he found that no matter what he did, he would be influenced by Dihua. This inexplicable sense of anticipation made him feel uneasy. Later, he was drawn into a series of major events and was forced to walk a tightrope while being chased and blocked.

So Sig changed his identity, faked his death, and escaped. He abandoned his identity as the bandit king and joined the Navy under the name Higuma.

But later, he still put on the crown of the mountain bandit king again, and emerged from the coffin to return to the world surrounded by seven dark figures.

Unbeknownst to him, he had gradually become the bandit king in the eyes of others.

"Would you like to toast me?"

"I should thank you for your companionship on this long journey," Sieg said with a faint smile, raising his second glass of wine.

On this day, Sieg was completely drunk.

Roger and Whitebeard were drinking together. This banquet was supposed to be a farewell party for them, but Sig turned it into a feast for the bandits.

The panda man remained among the crowd, leisurely writing something on a piece of paper, just as he always did, quietly witnessing this scene unfold.

Gathering is a mass of fire, scattered is a sky full of stars.

When I went to the clothes, I learned the name and the name.

Chapter 1295 Another Piece 9k

Deep in the New World, Elbaf.

The World Tree has been replanted, and beneath this giant tree rooted in the earth, the sound of a speech is rising.

"I dream that one day, even an ordinary person like me will be able to sail freely on this sea without fear."

"I dream that one day, on the sacred land of Mary Geoise on the Red Line, the son of a former slave will be able to sit together with the son of a former Celestial Dragon and share their brotherhood."

I dream that one day, even the Grand Line, a place where justice is hidden and oppression is rampant, will become an oasis of freedom and justice.

I dream that one day people from all the worlds will live in a world in which they will not be judged by the measure of their birth but by the measure of their character.

I have a dream today.

I dream that one day, Fishman Island will be transformed, and although the World Government still opposes our proposals, the mermaids and fishman boys and girls there will be able to live as close as family with the Celestial Dragon boys and girls, and walk hand in hand.

I have a dream today.

I dream that one day, Fishman Island will rise, Sky Island will fall, the rugged new world will become a smooth road, and holy light will be revealed, shining brightly upon the world…”

With a snap.

Sabo closed his notebook and ended his speech.

He responded with enthusiastic applause from all around.

Sabo's audience consists mostly of Sky Islanders, whether they have wings or not.

These Sky Islanders have lived in isolation for generations, and it will take them some time to reintegrate into the world. Sabo plans to help them gradually integrate in his spare time, including through these speeches.

He looked up at the sky.