Somewhere in the Devil's Triangle.

In the thick fog, a hull decayed and cracked in many places, and the sails of the pirate ship drifted with the flow.

"Yo ho..."

A burst of laughter echoed over the broken ship.

On the cracked deck on the boat, there were a set of tables and chairs.

A skeleton man wearing a black gentleman's uniform with an explosive head sat at the table.

In his clearly visible pale finger bones, he held a corner teacup with a scent of heat, looking quite leisurely.

The laughter that spreads in the thick fog comes from his mouth.

"Oh hoho, it's another pleasant evening."

The skeleton man held up the teacup, took a sip, and then looked up at the flowing fog above, as if he could see the orange-red sky outside the fog.

In the sea area of ​​the Devil's Triangle, thick fog is everywhere all year round, making it difficult to see a ray of sunshine, and even more so that it is impossible to see a clear sky.

In this environment, it is impossible to grasp the time period of each day through the changes in the sky.

If you stay for a long time, your senses of the flow rate of time will gradually become confused.

But this skeleton man is obviously not affected.

Because, in this lonely environment where life is like years, he can only relieve the loneliness in his heart by counting up seconds.

This has been the case every day for the past fifty years.

"Yo ho..."

The Explosive Skeleton Man slowly got up holding a teacup, walked to the side of the boat, staring at the fog in front of him, and raising his glass to drink hot tea.

Until the cup of hot tea reached the bottom, the skeleton man stared at the fog in silence.

There was only darkness and hollowness in the eye socket, which made it impossible to clearly detect his emotions.

After a long time.

“45 degree angle!”

The skeleton's body leaned forward in vain, and his forehead was placed straight on the railing of the ship, making the slender skeleton body form a straight 45-degree angle with the deck.

"Yo ho..."

The skeleton man maintained his posture and looked down at the deck in front of the ship's side railing.

“Eh???”

Suddenly, he seemed to have seen something incredible and his mouth was wide open.

"Clang."

The missing tea cup in his hand fell off his hands and broke into several pieces on the spot.

It was the last tea cup on the boat that could be used to make tea. Its preciousness was self-evident, but the skeleton man did not look at the broken tea cup at all, but stared at the slightly blurred shadow under him.

"My shadow is back..."

The skeleton man looked at his shadow and murmured to himself in a low voice.

"Did that powerful swordsman... be knocked down? What happened over there? Hum? Could it be..."

He suddenly stood up, looked up at the sky with surprise.

About an hour ago, he vaguely heard some kind of giant flying over the sky.

I thought it was an illusion, but soon after, the same sound came from the air where the direction was consistent.

The Skeleton Man didn't know what that was.

But the shadow returned without any warning, which made him think of this incident.

When he thought of this, he first glanced at the decorations on the boat, used many things as references, and then barely found a general direction.

"I remember it was in this direction..."

.............

Terrifying three-masted ship.

In the cold lobby of the mansion, Mode kept waving Qiu Shui, wanting to get familiar with the feel of the touch for a small amount of time before the war.

Compared with Chidori, which has a lower level and a ferret transformed by Bailey, the length and thickness of Qiushui are better, and the weight is one level higher than Chidori and a ferret.

In addition, its strength is even more than that of Thousand Hounds and Watsons.

After all, it is a twenty-one-working fast knife, and it is a black knife tempered from domineering spirit.

“It feels really good.”

Mode looked at Qiu Shui's black and purple blade with satisfaction.

It is worthy of being the national treasure of Wano Country.

With this famous sword, the power of the slash can at least double.

Needless to say, the suppression force is self-evident. The strength of Qiu Shui's blade is supplemented by the domineering armed spirit. When fighting against weaker opponents, destroying people and weapons is no problem.

Moreover, Qiushui is heavier than ordinary knives. When the knife is stalemate, as long as you gain some strength advantage, you can further convert and amplify the output rate of power with the weight of Qiushui.

Mode was satisfied with being able to get autumn water.

The only thing I feel is that I can't get Longma's sword skills experience.

To take a step back, Molia is the only one on the island who can provide Maud with clear experience.

Mode did not come simply for experience, so he no longer thought about it. He turned his wrist and put Qiu Shui Lixiao back into the sheath and hung it on his waist.

It was also at this time that Mod noticed that the ferret's blade had undergone significant changes.

The length, thickness, width, as well as the knife handle and the knife pattern on the blade are all very similar to Qiu Shui.

“…”

Mod looked at the changes of the ferret Bailey in surprise.

Has Bailey's ability and proficiency improved after just fighting with Longma?

When it turned into a long stoat sword, Bailey could not take into account the details of the blade at all. It was difficult to even create a knife handle, let alone neat knife patterns.

But now...

Looking at the ferret blade with a similar appearance to Qiu Shui, Maud raised his eyebrows slightly.

Could this guy be jealous?

Mod thought silently.

Bailey is indeed jealous.

But except for trying to make the appearance of the blade similar to Qiu Shui, he will not show any further jealousy.

Not far away, Philo looked up at the shadows on the top of the pillars and beams.

The spider-mouse who had been there before was gone now.

Philo retracted his gaze and came to Maud's side.

"Maud, what's next?"

Philo followed along the way, basically doing nothing.

She was not interested in fighting, and she was happy to watch if she didn't need to take action.

In fact, compared to going deep into the enemy's mansion, she was more interested in various plants in the forest.

Mod did not respond to Philo's words at the first time, but looked at the garden outside the collapsed wall.

"I can't sit still..."

Maud's eyes were red, and he immediately untied several bags of salt on his body and threw it to Philo on the side.

Fillow caught the salt, raised his head slightly, and looked at Maud, who was dozens of centimeters taller than her.

"Philo, please clean up the zombies in the mansion."

"no problem."

Philo nodded.

At this moment, a dense sound of wings flapping came from outside.

I saw a group of dark and eyeless bats falling from the sky and gathering on the garden outside the ruins of the walls.

Mod looked at the bats calmly and said lightly: "Go."

Philo glanced at the group of bats that were suddenly coming, and walked towards the depths of the mansion without looking back.

.............

Tat--
To be continued...