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

Humans view them as valuable goods, and buyers view them as playthings.

No human has ever talked to them about the word "peace".

Even the white beards of the Four Emperors who roamed the New World just symbolically brought Murloc Island into the protection range of their forces, which might have alleviated the situation of hunting murlocs, but it could not solve the problem permanently.

Suddenly, an angry voice came from the Geelong Cod Square:

"You are just a human being, what qualifications do you have to say to bring peace to our murlocs!?"

Everyone's face changed slightly, and they followed the sound.

It was a young murloc in plain clothes. Fear still remained on his face, but he mustered up his courage.

Ron glanced at him, suddenly smiled and said:

"You're right, I'm only human."

"But the bottom line is that I'm only qualified to say that because I'm a human being."

"The issue of 'peace' has been talked about by the murlocs for many years, from Fisher Tiger to Princess Otohime, but they have all failed."

"The reason is very simple, because what they represent is your murloc race."

"It is true that there are problems between humans and the murlocs. I will not ignore this, but what I want to say is that the 'peace' that you murlocs unilaterally seeks is meaningless at all."

Ron scanned the crowd with a deep gaze.

The crowd at the scene subconsciously fell silent.

What they had to admit was that what this human navy said was right.

The so-called "peace" is a matter between the two races of humans and murlocs, and it is not a goal that can be achieved by unilateral appeals.

It is precisely because Ron is a human being that his proposal is convincing.

Not far away, Neptune and Jinbe looked at each other, and they both saw the light in each other's eyes.

"So you're saying, let's all forget history, forget anger?"

At this time, another voice sounded from the other side of the square.

It was a middle-aged murloc man.

His face was full of sadness and pain, and there was a shocking grid-shaped scar on his face.

Ron recognized the scar.

It was the scar caused by the hunting nets that humans used to hunt murlocs.

Ron was silent for a moment, and said slowly:

"You are right, hatred is indeed unforgettable."

"If I were you, I would also want to fight desperately with those humans who are trying to hunt me, but please believe me, I am really capable of desperately."

The murloc man gritted his teeth, but finally remained silent.

Ron sighed, looked at everyone in the square, and seemed to be looking at the people of Murloc Island outside the camera, with an extremely sincere and sincere expression.

"I have no right to stand on the moral high ground and tell you big words like 'let us forget our hatred', and I am even less qualified to boast that the pain I have endured will definitely pass."

"If I really say that, it will only insult your dignity and personality, and also underestimate the pain and fear you have endured."

"No one can empathize with your pain, and neither can I."

"But what I want to say is, is it really okay for the hatred and anger of the previous generation to continue to the next generation?"

"Everyone still remember the monitoring screen played by His Majesty Neptune just now..."

"The boy from Murloc Street looks like he's only twelve or thirteen years old."

"Twelve or thirteen years old? What kind of age is that?"

"He should have enjoyed his childhood without any worries, enjoying the happy time of his teenage years."

"However, he bore the blood feud that he shouldn't bear at his age. He followed an ambitious man like Hody Jones to invade Dragon Palace City, and swung his sword at his clansmen and compatriots."

"He was holding a bomb in his hand, blowing everything up with a frenzied expression."

"Does he really understand? Does he really understand the meaning of the so-called 'revenge'?"

"In my opinion, he really doesn't understand."

"He doesn't understand anything, does he really have standards for doing things?"

"I'm afraid not."

"At this age, how can you distinguish the truth of the matter from the good and evil in the world?"

"He just thought, 'Ah, the older brother I look up to does this, the elders I respect say we should hate humans, so I should hate humans too, and I should kill and take revenge...it's cool and fun!'… ..."

"But in the end? What did he get?"

Ron clenched his fists, looked at the silent crowd in front of him, and said hoarsely:

"He got nothing."

"He died at the hands of the most trusted elder brother."

"It's hate and anger, and it's a horrible thing."

"It will go on and on, generation after generation, generation after generation..."

"The most frightening thing is that even they themselves don't realize that it is they who have been exposed to this emotion since childhood, and from the moment they were born, their life has become a tragedy."

"They should have lived in the sunshine, they should have lived in laughter, they should have enjoyed the beauty of the world..."

"They... they should be like this!"

"However, they, who should be like this, have their lives completely ruined because of the anger and hatred inherited from the previous generation."

"Is... is it really worth it?"

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One more, ask for everything.

Chapter 115 No one cares except me (2 more)

The heavy tone of the rear admiral made everyone fall into silence.

What they had to admit was that what the rear admiral said was correct.

No matter which world you are in, the younger generation is the future of the country and nation.

But if a race and a nation instill revenge, hatred, and anger in the next generation from the moment they are born, does such a nation and nation really have a future?

No, what they have cultivated is just a group of bloodthirsty, tyrannical, and war-loving lunatics.

And the supposedly splendid life of the next generation of young people will be completely ruined because of this.

"I don't want you to forget the history. Believe me, I know better than anyone else the feeling of being violated, oppressed, or even enslaved by the country, nation, and compatriots. History must be engraved in the heart."

"What I want to say is to tell everyone a fact."

"Your so-called revenge, the so-called blood debt, is actually impossible at all."

Ron's voice was steady and powerful, and the breeze was blowing the snow-white cloak behind him.

"Therefore, you of the murloc clan, instead of being immersed in the pain and anger of history here, you should think about your next generation."

"Your children, even grandchildren... do you hope that they live in a peaceful, beautiful and quiet world, and grow up happily, or do you hope that they will bear blood and deep hatred, launch revenge on mankind, and lose their lives in vain? "

"You should be very clear that no matter how strong the murloc's natural physique is, it's impossible to kill all the humans."

"You know it's impossible."

Ron sighed.

"History cannot be forgotten. I am not qualified to let you put down your hatred."

"But if you are determined to carry on your anger and hatred to the next generation, or even the next generation, the murloc clan will never be able to usher in true peace."

"Please open your eyes, look at your children, look at the children and children around you, look at their innocent eyes, look at their bright smiles..."

"Young people should be like this. What kind of racial hatred, family hatred, and national hatred should not be something they should bear at this age... In the eyes of young people, it should be a beautiful thing." (Note 1)

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The whole world fell silent.

In Geelong Cod Square, tens of thousands of murlocs fell silent.

Ron's attitude is very sincere, very sincere.

He didn't have a condescending attitude like other human beings, and he didn't stand on a moral high ground and say something like "you should forget hatred".

He was just thinking about the future of the murlocs from an objective perspective.

And it was this attitude that gradually dispelled the anger of many murlocs present.

"Hehehehe... You don't seem to be qualified to say such big words, Navy?"

At this time, a cold and hoarse voice suddenly sounded.

Everyone followed the sound and saw that it was Hody Jones.

At this moment, Hodi Jones was completely different from the mighty one just now. His body was shrunk and shriveled, his skin was full of wrinkles, and his muscles had shrunk as if only a skeleton remained.

Overdose of the poison had overdrawn his lifespan to the extreme, and he entered aging directly, lying there shriveled.

I saw Hody Jones looking at the Rear Admiral on the high platform with a mocking look, and sneered with difficulty:

"Ron, you are just a major general in the headquarters, you cannot represent the entire navy,"

"As you said, the number of human beings is enormous, and there are countless greedy and distorted human beings. What ability do you have to make the human beings in the whole world follow your orders and conclude peace with the Fishman Island?"

"You are not the Whitebeard of the Four Emperors, and it is even more impossible to protect the entire Murloc Island..."

After Hody Jones finished speaking, all the murlocs turned their eyes to Ron, waiting hesitantly for the latter's answer.

Indeed, no matter how strong Ron is, he is only a rear admiral of the Navy headquarters, and he lacks sufficient combat strength, troops and influence to protect the fishman island.