I am the Bandit King of the East Sea.

Sig paused slightly in his breathing.

Did Roger know the location of the bandit king?

No one had exposed him earlier, but Sieg didn't expect that he hadn't managed to fool Roger.

It seems that Roger was returning the favor by giving him face and not exposing him on the spot.

Sig felt a chill run down his spine. After a moment's thought, he stepped onto Roger's ship and sent the panda bird back to the sorcerer's ship.

"The bandit king in the Goa Kingdom? That's just a decoy to cover his tracks."

Sieg's expression remained calm:

"I am the true king of the mountain bandits."

"Oh, really?" Roger smiled slightly.

"That was just something I said offhand. I heard the real bandit king is on the Grand Line, right?"

Sig: ......

He was also tricked.

Ultimately, the problem stemmed from a lack of information about the bandit king.

However, he then saw Rayleigh smiling:

“We mean no harm. You must also be an enemy of the mountain bandit king. We can discuss the execution date in three days over drinks and plan together.”

So that's what Rayleigh and Roger were planning. No wonder they wanted to rescue Rocks from me... Sig asked, puzzled.

"The Rocks Pirates have also allied with you to deal with the Mountain Bandit King?"

“Rocks won’t join forces with us, but the Mountain Bandit King is our common enemy, and so are you.”

“Not bad.” Sig nodded.

If Sigmar could form a loose pirate alliance with Roger and Rocks, even if they didn't actually join forces, just reaching a consensus to deal with the mountain bandit king Sigmar together... that would be a great thing for Sigmar.

Roger brought over two bottles of wine, sat down casually on the deck, patted the floor, and looked at Sieg in front of him.

Sieg had no choice but to sit down.

Some subordinates came over, picked up the bottles, and began pouring drinks for Roger and Sieg.

Roger smiled and began drinking and chatting with Sieg.

Now that things have come to this, to think about abstaining from alcohol completely would be to offend Roger...

In order to gain Roger's trust and achieve the grand plan of attacking the bandit king, Sig had no choice but to start drinking as they talked.

He just didn't notice.

As he raised his glass, Rayleigh, Shanks, and the others around him were subtly glancing at Sieg out of the corner of their eyes.

Seeing him casually pick up a glass of wine and drink it down, they were both startled and couldn't help but exchange a glance, their surprise barely concealed.

The Roger Pirates would never poison the wine.

But the wine glasses were slightly tampered with, though in a harmless way.

This wine glass contains a small amount of sea stone.

Because of its low content of seastone, it cannot deplete the strength of powerful ability users, but it will also prevent them from actively using their abilities.

in other words....

"If this person was impersonating Sigma using the Imitation Fruit or the Nine-Tailed Fox Fruit, then he should be showing his true form by now, right?"

"But how is that possible? Could it be that he's always looked like this?"

Rayleigh and the others were more observant and noticed some things that others had missed during the battle.

For example... Sig can move freely underwater, but his whole body is covered in strange black flames. When he emerges from the water, his clothes are completely dry, obviously he has not directly touched the seawater.

His careful control in avoiding contact with water, coupled with the incredible moves he had previously displayed, undoubtedly made him a power user!

But when Sieg raised his glass, his powers did not fail and his true appearance was not revealed as they had expected.

“But this is for the best.” Rayleigh glanced at Sig out of the corner of his eye.

After a few drinks, Sieg's eyes gradually became hazy, and his demeanor changed slightly; he seemed to be slightly tipsy.

"I can use the opportunity of drinking to get information out of him and find out his true identity..." Riley thought to himself.

"Speaking of which, I have been living in seclusion for many years and only recently made a comeback. I never knew that the East Sea had produced such a ruthless and unpredictable person as you."

"Your move just now was truly impressive and unforgettable," Roger said with a smile.

"They're all just ingenious tricks, not worth mentioning," Sieg waved his hand.

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As he spoke, Sieg sighed softly, a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

"Since I'm not as strong as them, I can only resort to some petty tricks. Please excuse my poor skills."

"I also hope that one day I can be as powerful and honorable as you, but that's too difficult. There are no shortcuts to becoming stronger."

These words greatly surprised Roger and the others, and inevitably carried a hint of speaking too frankly with someone they barely knew.

They had only just met, but after drinking, Sieg acted as if they were old friends, even more relaxed than the others.

Of course, this type of person is actually quite common among pirates.

There are also people who, after a brief rest, can sit down and have a drink with enemies they've fought to the death with.

Roger comforted him:

"You're already very strong. Even Luo and the others couldn't do anything to you in that fight. Whether you're a pirate or a bandit, words like 'sneak attack' or 'tricks' don't exist in your dictionary."

"A win is a win, and a loss is a loss," Roger said.

"Don't try to comfort me. It was because of my weakness that I suffered that crushing defeat back then." Sieg's voice was low and slightly sorrowful, with a look of reminiscence in his eyes.

Rayleigh and the others immediately perked up slightly.

Sig's past experiences can help them determine his true identity.

Sieg raised his glass and sighed:

"In that battle, I fell into the Navy's trap. All my comrades were trapped or betrayed, leaving me alone and isolated, facing the Navy's 100,000 elite troops and five powerful admirals."

"That time, I was on the verge of death. After barely managing to severely wound a general, I was exhausted and unable to fight any longer. I could only escape alone, and ended up in a sorry state, wandering in a foreign land."

"This crushing defeat feels like it was just yesterday... It's all because I was too weak."

Sieg was filled with emotion as he reminisced about the past.

Roger remained silent for a moment.

He was unsure whether to continue comforting her or what to do.

Facing a 100,000-strong elite army and five generals alone, severely wounding one of them and escaping unscathed, even Roger himself wouldn't dare say he could have done it.

Rayleigh pondered for a moment; he couldn't recall ever witnessing a battle of this intensity...

Where did the navy get five admirals from?

He stared intently at Sieg, trying to discern his true intentions.

Sieg was raising his glass to drink at that moment, but it was as if an invisible filter had been added to his face.

Those melancholy eyes, that stubble, and that long, narrow face all seem to have their features accentuated by the filter, giving them an inexplicable charm that makes it hard to look away.

"The way he drinks... doesn't seem like he's lying, does it?" This thought suddenly popped into Rayleigh's mind.

"Perhaps we should let him continue to speak the truth while drunk..."

Rayleigh also sat down next to Roger and joined the banquet.

"So, actually I envy you guys, whether it's Roger or you, Rayleigh."

Sig's gaze fell on Rayleigh's face.

Rayleigh's hair had turned gray, with long, curly silver hair casually draped over his shoulders, and a vertical scar above his right eye.

His clothes were casual, and his hair was unkempt, but he looked like an old man with a story to tell, and he had a certain air about him.

Sig's gaze fell on the scar on Rayleigh's eye.

“Scars are a man’s medals. Only with medals can a man have a story. I really envy you, Rayleigh.”

"It's a pity that I, the bandit king, have fought all my life and have no medals to prove my bravery. Some people even doubt that I am lying."

Sieg sighed deeply.

Rayleigh: ......

"Damn it..." Barrett clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking.

"I'm going to punch him right in the eye right now..."

"No, no, no... This is our guest." Shanks quickly pulled Barrett back from behind.

Rayleigh was more astute than Roger. After several conversations with Sig, he steered the conversation toward the relationship between Sig and the Mountain Bandit King.

"You ask me why I let a substitute take over for so many years?" Sieg smiled.

"This story is a long one, and it has to start from the infinite earth, so it's not worth mentioning."

"The infinite earth is actually just one of the satellites of the planet we stand on."

"And in the deeper reaches of the universe, there are billions of stars, and countless tiny satellites like the infinite Earth."

"The universe is vast."

Rayleigh's eyes lit up immediately.

The name of the Infinite Land is occasionally mentioned in legends in this world, but even they know very little about it, which naturally arouses their curiosity.

“Have you heard of the Ton-Squeeze Fruit?” Sig asked.

Rayleigh shook his head.

The user of this fruit can adjust their own weight to tens of thousands of tons, with a density far exceeding that of ordinary people.