One Piece I Am Dragon King

Thinking about it this way, it's normal.

"Where's Brook? The skeleton."

"The skeleton you met at Moonlight Moria."

"He's hiding. After all, he looks like that, it seems really scary."

"Although I said, don't come here, but he insisted on coming."

"You two were beaten and flew together?"

"It is."

"You talked about me?"

Brook climbed out of a box in the hull being overhauled and looked at the others.

"Seven, Seven Wuhai?"

Brook was frightened, and crawled back the same way he crawled out.

"He's so cowardly."

Hals groaned.

"Don't worry, that's how he is."

"Then what? As Qiwuhai, I would like to ask what position you are going to take in this kind of war."

"Hey, Franky, the other party is Shichibukai, you have to pay attention to your tone of voice."

Brook crawled out of the box again, but only a little bit of his head was exposed, and he retracted his head after he finished speaking.

"It's very simple, fish in troubled waters."

"what?"

A reformed person and a bone both felt that they had heard wrong.

"You heard me right, what I said was fishing in troubled waters."

"Slapping a fart at a time like this is not my territory, and it's none of my business. Just paddle."

"Besides, the Navy got the target wrong."

"It's just to establish a prestige, and at the same time borrow a knife to kill people."

"Everyone didn't know the identity of Ace, but this time we will take this opportunity to announce it."

"It was good at first, but a lot of things have to be done to target Whitebeard."

"Actually, Whitebeard doesn't want to go to war with the navy, as long as his son has nothing to do."

"Wait, I want to ask."

More parts of Brook crawled out of the box, though he probably didn't notice it himself, Brook asked, raising his hand.

"Mr. Hals, what is your relationship with Whitebeard?"

"My adoptive brother knows his adoptive father?"

"Ah...is this relationship really delicate?"

Brooke continued to be curious, "Then what should you call him?"

"Uncle White Beard?"

"uncle?"

"But the title uncle doesn't seem appropriate."

"Then here comes the key question."

Brook seemed a little excited. His left hand, no, the left hand bone spread out, and his right hand, no, the right hand bone clenched and knocked on the spread left hand bone.

"what?"

Hals was a little shocked, but Brook didn't seem to notice Hals' tone.

"So, what is the relationship between your grandfather, Lieutenant General Garp, and Whitebeard?"

Hals and Franky were aware of the excitement on Brook's expressionless face.

"son?"

"Actually, to be honest, I'm also fascinated by this."

"Obviously people of the same generation, but at this time they suddenly dropped a generation. It really makes people feel a little strange."

"Hales, you said, right."

Brook completely climbed out of the box at this time, and walked down the boat.

"So how did these two people get along well?"

Franky muttered to himself in wonder, looking at these two people, no, it's really strange to have one person and one bone.

Franky felt as if his mind couldn't comprehend this complicated situation.