Sailing: I Open Treasure Chests in the Pirate World

The two of them started asking one question after another.

Are there many types of sea stone?

"Do you think there's too much seawater? Let's go climbing!"

"...This dragon is so cool! Can I build my own mechanical Tyrannosaurus Rex?"

"It depends on how well you've developed the [Magnetic-Magnetic Fruit], although I highly doubt you've developed it at all! Go climb!"

"...Huff, huff, how do I develop the abilities of the Magnet-Magnet Fruit?"

"How am I supposed to use your right and left hands? Do you want me to chop them off? Get out of here!"

"...You're carrying a sword, but I've never seen you use it."

"Because my swordsmanship is poor... Get out of here!"

After another round of climbing training.

Exhausted, Kidd lay flat on the back of the blue-eyed white dragon.

He looked up at the sky and asked the question haltingly.

"The sea, the Pirate King... What do I need to do to become the Pirate King?"

"Pirate King?"

Ian, who had been sitting alone on the head of the Blue-Eyes White Dragon, finally couldn't help but turn around after hearing the question.

"Eeustass Kidd, is that your real name?"

"Yes."

"Where's your full name?"

"Too."

"very good."

Ian's attitude changed drastically, and he said coldly.

"Then you have no hope! Not even a sliver of hope!"

"Why!?"

Kidd suddenly found a burst of strength that allowed him to sit up from the dragon's back.

"Golden Roger could become the Pirate King! Why can't I!"

Why can't you?

Ian raised an eyebrow.

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"The Great Pirate Era has been going on for almost twenty years."

"Someone has to become the Pirate King, why can't that person be me?"

"Would you feel more uplifted if I said that?"

After hearing Ian's words, "There's always someone..."

Kidd did feel a surge of excitement.

If we ignore Ian's sarcastic tone...

"The Pirate King? Gol D. Roger? Ha!"

Ian gave a cold laugh, then turned away, no longer looking at Kidd and Kira.

"You even got the name of the Pirate King wrong."

"Goldo Roger? It's Gold D. Roger!"

"Eustas Kidd, are you a member of the D. clan?"

"You set sail to become a pirate, but you don't even have a middle name with a 'D' in it, and you still want to become the Pirate King!?"

Upon hearing Ian's words, Kidd and Kira were completely bewildered.

How could two young natives of the South China Sea know anything about the legends and stories of the "D Clan"?

"D...what is that?"

This time, however, Ian did not answer the question.

Seeing this, Kidd and Kira had no choice but to remain silent and digest the "knowledge" they had just gained.

.. ..... ...

Unconsciously.

The Blue-Eyes White Dragon has arrived in the waters near the Kingdom of Sorbe.

"Are those warships on the sea? They're huge!"

Kidd, riding on the dragon's back, looked down at the sea and was instantly startled.

"I never saw a warship when I was on Beirut Island."

"Because Belfast Island is not within the membership of the World Government."

Kira, leaning to the side, responded coldly.

"The 'righteous' navy doesn't care about the lives of us non-member states."

"If we ever encounter the navy on Belfast Island, they'll only be there to hunt down babies and pregnant women!"

The vast majority of people in the South China Sea will never forget what the world government has done for the South China Sea.

Back then, in order to search for the possible "son of the Pirate King," the Navy practically turned the entire South China Sea upside down.

Any baby born within ten months of Roger's imprisonment, including pregnant women, underwent rigorous screening.

Even with the slightest suspicion, pregnant women or infants face only one fate—

They shall all be executed!

Just as Kidd and Killer were talking.

The three large warships on the sea below, and the observers on the watchtowers, also spotted the white dragon in the sky.

"Dragon! It's a dragon!"

On the deck of the large warship in the center, an elderly man dressed in fine clothes was giving orders to the naval officers beside him.

"Shoot that dragon down! I want to offer it to the supreme Celestial Dragons!"

The naval commander standing to the side remained unmoved and calmly spoke.

“King Beckley, the dragon in the sky is flying too high; it is beyond the range of our warships.”

"You can't even do this little thing?"

King Beckley seemed greatly offended and spoke up angrily.

"The food, drink, and expenses of your navy are all paid for with the money I paid from the heavens!"

"What a bunch of rubbish!"

at this time.

King Beckley suddenly spotted a small, lonely boat adrift on the sea ahead of the warship.

He screamed again.

"That's the guy!"

"Navy! Kill him!!"

"He's the one who stole the Kingdom of Sorbe from me!"

"A tyrannical ruler who is brutal and perverse"

"Bartholomew the Great Bear!" (Dead)

Chapter 65 Please Begin Your Performance, Tyrant

On the undulating sea.

Bartholomew Bear stood alone in his small sampan.

Even with three large naval warships lined up neatly in front of them.

Bartholomew Bear's resolute face still showed no trace of fear.

On a naval warship.

King Beckley continued to roar.

"Navy! Kill him now!"

King Beckley pointed at the small sampan on the sea below and roared furiously.

"I am the true king of the Kingdom of Sorbe!"

King Beckley's piercing roar drifted on the sea breeze to the bear's ears.

"King Beckley..."

Big Bear lowered his head slightly, the brim of his grey-white felt hat obscuring his eyes and casting a shadow on his face.

"How dare you come back!"

The sailors on the warships could not hear the tyrant's murmurs.

However, King Bekley's constant urging forced them to take action.

Every cannon on the three large warships had its dark, gaping holes pointed directly at the single-person boat on the sea below.

King Berkeley looked down at Bartholomew the Great Bear and swung his right hand heavily toward the sea.

"fire--"

bang bang-

Each cannon spewed out blazing flames from its muzzle.

It was accompanied by a loud roar.

Round, black shells, numbered "253," hurtled toward Bartholomew Bear.

The dense black shells formed an impenetrable net of death bombardment in mid-air.

Faced with a barrage of fire from three large warships.

Big Bear raised his head, a faint look of pity flashing across his face.

next moment.

The bear raised its right hand, revealing a plump paw-like pad.

Just as the black shells were about to hit him, Big Bear waved his right hand and gently tapped the shells in front of him.

The shell, which should have exploded upon contact, seemed to touch a super elastic net after making contact with the bear's paw pads.

beep--

A strange sound was heard.

Big Bear deflected all the shells that were hitting him.

Each shell flew backward at several times the speed it had come from.

Their target was clear—the three naval warships that had just fired their shells!

"A shell! The shell is coming back!"

"They're flying incredibly fast! Faster than normal artillery fire!"

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

A flurry of shouts erupted from the three naval warships.

Even when they came to the Kingdom of Sorbe.