This navy can deal with him, how dare he kill White Beard!

After all, it was his grandson. As an old man, he wanted to protect his grandson. What's wrong?

Is Ron wrong?

As an admiral of the navy, he practiced justice in the way he thought was correct, and he was naturally right to crusade against pirates.

So what went wrong?

"What a disgusting era..."

At this time, Zefa suddenly cursed.

Gion was startled when he heard that, and pursed his lips tightly.

Yes, maybe wrong, this damn time.

This era that distorts the concept of right and wrong, and the value of right and wrong.

——This damn era of great pirates!

……

……

L,

The rain gradually weakened.

The pattering raindrops dotted beautiful circles in the water pools of the earth.

After an unknown amount of time, Ron managed to regain some strength and stood up from the ground with difficulty.

He raised his hand to wipe the blood on the corners of his eyes, staggered with heavy steps, and walked in a certain direction.

all the way on the road,

From time to time, military cadets and patrolling naval guards came over in shock when they saw Ron's miserable appearance, and wanted to help him to the military hospital for treatment, but Ron waved his hands and refused them all.

Of course there were injuries, but this was nothing compared to the pain Ron had suffered in so many battles and fights before.

Cap wasn't really going to kill him after all.

He doesn't even use arrogance.

That lousy old man who had been joking and hadn't been serious for most of his life just wanted to vent his inner... powerlessness.

Along the familiar road, Ron walked slowly into the cemetery of Marin Vanduo.

The line of writing in front of the gate of the cemetery still looks deep and tough in the rain, as if it gave Ron infinite strength and lifted his spirits.

He took a deep breath and walked into the cemetery.

In front of the familiar tomb, two famous knives that were famous in the world in the past crossed upside down on the ground.

There was a tall and stern figure sitting in front of the tomb.

"General Sakalski."

Ron walked slowly behind that figure, and said in a deep voice:

"Thank you very much for what you have done in the Marshal's Mansion."

Sakalski did not respond.

He just buried himself in the things in his hands.

Ron looked over.

I saw Sakaski holding a pair of scissors in one hand and a bouquet of brightly growing roses in the other, trimming them meticulously with a solemn expression.

Ron was taken aback.

It has to be said that this is a scene that is hard to imagine.

That Sakaski, with a gloomy expression and always full of murderous intent in his eyes, would actually trim the flowers so quietly.

This is an extremely inconsistent picture.

click... click...

The huge cemetery suddenly fell silent, only the sound of flowers and leaves being cut.

After a few minutes,

Sakaski stopped what he was doing.

He slowly stood up from the ground, bent down, and gently placed the bunch of neatly trimmed blood roses in front of the tomb with both hands.

"Huoshaoshan used to be the old man's adjutant."

Sakaski said suddenly.

Ron's pupils shrank.

Lieutenant General Huoshaoshan... used to be Sakasky's adjutant! ?

This is something that even he, a time traveler, doesn't know.

One is gentle to the bone, the other is bloody, tough and violent... Two people with such different personalities used to be the closest comrade-in-arms relationship?

"Strange, isn't it?"

Sakalski smiled.

I have to say, this guy Sakaski... Even the simplest smile gives people a creepy feeling.

"That was many years ago."

Sakaski's voice echoed in the icy air.

But his tone was colder than the air.

"Something happened later, which caused this guy to decide to part ways with the old man."

"The old man didn't stop him."

"Because he's too weak."

Ron opened his mouth to retort.

Sakaski raised his hand directly,

"Don't get me wrong, the old man didn't mean to disrespect him."

He pointed to the rose in front of the tomb,

"Not everyone is qualified to accept this bouquet of flowers from the old man."

"Aside from some differences in concept with the old man, he is a very good navy."

"He is worthy of these two knives inserted upside down here, and he is also worthy of this bouquet of flowers from the old man."

Sakaski paused, then turned around slowly, staring indifferently at the injured Rear Admiral in front of him:

"Since you came here with this injury, it means that you have seen Garp?"

Ron nodded.

Sakalski asked again:

"Then you also know...the war is coming?"

Ron nodded again:

"Lieutenant General Garp appointed me to carry out the task of escorting 'Fire Fist' Ace."

Sakaski said lightly:

"very good."

He turned around again and looked at the tombs in front of him.

"The old man's weakness does not mean cowardice, timidity, or strength in strength."

"It's about taking the necessary actions...decisively when a certain necessary moment comes!"

Hearing this, Ron fell silent.

Sakaski ignored Ron's silence.

As many times and so many years have passed,

He never cared what other people thought.

only indifferently, firmly,

Like a rock by the sea,

doing what you think is necessary,

Say what you think is necessary.

"The Navy needs a change."

Sakaski clenched his fists and said coldly:

"...a complete revolution!"

"Concession, embarrassment, cowardice, failure, seeking stability... Since the beginning of the entire era of great pirates, our navy has only done these things."

"Cowardly, weak, incompetent!!"

There was a crazy light in his eyes.

"But all of this is meaningless to justice."

"Whether you believe it or not, the old man will show the majesty and strength of the navy to the whole world in this war, and under the attention of the whole world, the old man will lead the navy to the most glorious and grand victory!"

He turned around again and stared condescendingly at the Rear Admiral in front of him.

"Ron... the old man asked you this question many times..."

"There has never been anyone worthy of asking this old man so many times."

"But because of you, the old man is willing to ask again."

"Because in you, the old man saw that kind of 'decisiveness'."

"That's enough."