I, a Celestial Dragon!

But you don't know that I have disliked Staley since I was a child. He is full of the same insidious and corrupt smell as you and other nobles!

I never admitted that he was my brother!!!"

After he finished speaking, Sabo knew that he would never be forgiven by his father, so he sighed deeply, took one last look at his father, and prepared to turn around and leave.

But just before Sabo left, Outluk III suddenly spoke again.

"stop!"

At this moment, Otluk III seemed to have a last burst of energy, and looked at Sabo with majestic eyes.

Faced with this look, Sabo was slightly stunned. The father in front of him was exactly the same as the one he remembered from childhood!

At the same time, Otluk III said coldly.

“Steley is dead, so there is no doubt that from now on, you are Otluk IV!

Although I don't like you, the Celestial Dragons are above me, and I still have a damn heir!

Sabo, I don't have much time left. Even if I am lucky enough to be treated by the Celestial Dragon's doctor, I won't survive this winter.

This is the last thing I can say to you!"

After saying that, Outluk grabbed Sabo's hand.

Then, Otluk III spoke earnestly.

“As if I were close to death, my eyes seemed to see much more clearly!

Gao Wensheng...that great Celestial Dragon, is doing something that betrays the Celestial Dragons!

This is dangerous, but this... is also an opportunity, an opportunity that I would never have been able to get when I was as young as you!

Where you are now is great, so you have to stick with it!

The glory of the Outluk family has been turned into the garbage that we hate the most by the Celestial Dragons and the Goa Kingdom!

But you must remember, Sabo, civilians will always be civilians. Even if there are no nobles, there will always be others above them who will exploit them!

As my son, as the son of a noble family, even if you no longer bear the glory of your family, you must stand higher than the common people in the future!!!

You promise me, you must promise me!!!

We must stand higher with the blood of our family!!!"

At this point, Otluk III's eyes suddenly widened, and then he fell onto the bed with a thud.

Sabo was startled and rushed over crying.

Fortunately, Dad didn't die, he was just exhausted and fell into a coma.

After confirming that his father was not dead, Sabo let out a long sigh and then shook his head gently.

"Yes, Father."

Sabo said softly.

“We all know that in any society, even in an ideal state, the heights of life will never be the same.

But if we can't have pure ideals, if even pioneers like me and Uncle Gawain are not pure enough.

Then we will not be qualified to carry on the tradition.

I have no idea what the future will be like. Even if we really win in the future and we really overthrow the World Government and the Celestial Dragons, then new Celestial Dragons with different names from the Celestial Dragons will appear in the world.

But...even if it's just a few years, or decades.

As long as we are still alive, let the common people truly experience the taste of equality.

Even if new celestial dragons appear in the future, the civilians of the future will learn from the history between me and Gao Wensheng and know what kind of life they should live."

Having said that, Sabo gently covered his father with a quilt and then sent his father to the hospital.

When he said goodbye to his father for the last time, Sabo shook his head regretfully.

"The civilians do not lack power, they just lack unity and consistency in their cognition.

This is what Uncle Gawain said, and it is also my favorite sentence.

As for you, eh...

Rather than you being impatient to help me climb up the ladder, I would rather you persuade me to get married and have a child before I leave.

I thought at times like this you would treat me like a real father treats his son.

But I am disappointed..."

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On the other hand, on the Xuanniao, Gawain climbed out of the swimming pool with difficulty.

His instinctive training was over. After more than ten days of torture, he could now ignore death like a corpse on the seabed until he was really close to death...

At this point, although he is still far from awakening the fruit, at least he will no longer have the problem of losing control of his abilities.

At the same time, although overcoming instinct is a very tiring experience, Gawain, who is good at self-abuse, still likes this experience.

Because this kind of experience, while tiring, will also give me a great sense of accomplishment!

After climbing out of the swimming pool, Gawain took a quick shower and then returned to sit on the edge of the deck.

After he sat down tiredly, Makino, who had been waiting for a long time not far away, came over quickly!

"grown ups!"

Makino held the wine jug and spoke carefully to Gawain.

"Are we, the ordinary people of Windmill Village, really going to live with you like this?"

"if not?"

Hearing Makino's words, Gawain took the wine glass tiredly and let Makino pour wine for him.

Gawain continued as he listened to the sound of wine being spilled.

"Haven't you been living on a boat these past few days? This is not just a boat, but a city. I see you're living quite happily here.

So why are you emphasizing this to me? What’s the problem? ”

After he finished speaking, Gawain looked at Makino with a smile.

Facing Gawain's tired and gentle smile, Makino pursed his lips and then nodded helplessly.

"Of course there is no problem. After all, the village chief likes the environment on the boat very much. He even selected people from the village to form a football team to play football with Spandam and others.

Even Dadan became a bandit in the back mountain, chasing Uncle Jinbei who stole trees every day...

Everyone was happy, so I was happy too, but I just felt a little dreamy and uneasy..."

At this point, Makino bowed to Gawain, then turned around and continued to pour wine for others.

After finishing his work, Makino sat at the bar counter, looking at everything around him in confusion.

The drinkers still seemed to be drinkers, and Gao Wen and others were full of laughter and enthusiasm like ordinary drinkers.

But why do I always feel like something is wrong?

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At the training ground, Luffy was crying and saying goodbye to Uta, but it was not until he left that Luffy realized that he seemed unable to leave!

Because Windmill Village moved to the Xuanniao, Dadan moved to the Xuanniao, and Makino also moved to the Xuanniao!

Just like that, the optimistic Luffy completely forgot the fact that he seemed to have already gone out to sea on a boat, and excitedly appreciated the scenery of the sea with the people in the village and Uta.

In Luffy's opinion, as long as he stays with his family, that is, the people in the village, he will never be considered to be out to sea.

But in the eyes of others, especially Garp who was currently sailing to the New World and planning to take a look around Red Hair's territory.

This news is a bit scary!

After receiving the call from Sengoku, Garp yelled at Den Den Mushi with a confused look on his face.

"What did you say, Sengoku?!

You said that Windmill Village, including the villagers and the land, was all taken away by that bastard Gawain? ! !

This guy is really bad!!!"

After hanging up the phone, Karp looked towards the sea in shock.

Then he raised his hand and slapped himself on the forehead!

"It's broken, my home is gone!!!"

Chapter 377 Golden Lion!

On the Xuanniao, just as Gawain was drinking tiredly, Sabo, who looked even more tired than Gawain, dragged his weak limbs and staggered back to Gawain's side.

Gawain glanced at Sabo and smiled leisurely.

"It wasn't until the last day that you finally made up your mind to meet your parents.

But judging from your appearance, the meeting didn't go well?"

"Ah."

Hearing Gawain's words, Sabo nodded, sighed, and sat next to Gawain.

He tiredly picked up a glass of wine, drank it in one gulp, and then took a leisurely breath.

“Hey, uncle, I’m afraid my father’s health is at its final stage.

But even so, my father kept emphasizing to me the class gap between the nobles and the common people.

This feeling makes me very worried. I am worried that it is not just the nobles who cannot let go of this generation gap.

Once even the common people themselves cling to such a concept of disparity, then…"

"What then?"

Gao Wen interrupted Sabo with a smile, then lit a cigarette and took a deep breath.

"I'm already exhausted. The diving instinct training over the past ten days has made me feel like I'm dying. I barely have the time and energy to think about other things.

The common people, especially those of this era, are not much different from me. They are also so tired of living that they almost lose the time to think.

So, we don’t need civilians to pursue anything under our instigation. Can you understand this?

All we have to do is to provide the nobles with more realistic and suitable goals that will allow them to live a better life!

Then, at least for a period of time, they would not have the energy to think about the persistent class gap between common people and nobles.

That's what we have to do, we just need to give them more freedom and respect than in the past!

We don't need to guide and develop their ideas, we only need to lead their practices until the next era, when more young people grow up in this era.

By that time, many things have already been subtly changed.”

After he finished speaking, Gao Wen took a deep puff of cigarette, and then he couldn't help coughing twice.

The drowning these days has caused great damage to his lungs. Even with the doctor's treatment, his coughing will continue for a while.

On the side, after hearing Gawain's words, Sabo thought for a long time.

Finally, he raised his head and smiled at Gawain.

"I understand, uncle, what you mean is that subtle improvement of interests is far more important than propaganda.

This is the first time I have come across this idea. It is more practical than my original idea and will be easier to implement.

By the way, uncle, thank you very much.

Even when we were in the Revolutionary Army, Uncle Long would never talk to me so much."

"Haha."