Navy Headquarters, Heroes Cemetery.
This mausoleum, adjacent to the headquarters fortress and the courtyard area of the "Cockscomb Head" general, is rarely disturbed. It is the most sacred place in the Navy besides the Oaks Bell.
The afterglow of the setting sun slanted through the shade of the trees and hit the tombstones. The dim colors made the cemetery even more lonely.
Standing in front of the tombstone, Dorag, wearing a CP0 white suit and white cloak, pushed his mask to his forehead and stood quietly.
After a long time…
"If the old man hadn't chosen to stop you back then, would you have killed him?"
Dolag suddenly asked.
Ron was not surprised that he knew the inside story of that day. After all, the Golden Emperor held huge funds that could shake the world, and was feared by all parties, not only the world government, but also the revolutionary army.
There is also no trace of the matter, and the world government will definitely not convict it arbitrarily without evidence. But Dorag didn't need it. Based on the little information and his understanding of Garp, he directly skipped the clues and deduced the answer.
Ron made no secret of this and shook his head: "Of course not."
Then he grinned: "You should know me very well, right?"
"I have never been hostile to anyone, but whoever blocks my way will die."
"Including the current Im?"
Dorag asked.
"That's right!"
Ron silently lit his cigar: "I said, this world does not need the existence of gods... He is too much in the way."
Dorag nodded upon hearing this.
"Yes, gods and other things are too much in the way."
Then he pulled off his mask and put down the bouquet of flowers in front of Garp's tombstone.
"At least judging from the results, the old man got the right person..."
"Not like me..."
Without finishing his words, he held down his cloak, turned around, and strode away.
Ron watched him leave quietly without asking any further questions.
Even if he wanted to fight against the government, he was targeted like this by the old bastard. So how much should the old bastard have done when Dorag defected from the navy
It's not that this is a conflict between father and son, it has nothing to do with him.
Ron chuckled and shook his head.
"It would be great if I saw it wrong..."
Uh-huh!
With a twist of his backhand, a bag of donuts appeared in his palm.
Silently placing it in front of the tombstone, Ron squinted slightly and looked at the sea, murmuring: "If only you hadn't dragged me into the navy... If only you could stop Dorag and make the Warring States Marshal less afraid of me. How great it would be... if you were willing to step forward and take the lead in changing everything... "
"Old bastard!"
Boom!
With one step, the tombstone next to Garp cracked the concrete platform where the sacrifices were placed. Ron gritted his teeth and said, "Is this your justice?"
"Sit back and watch the Celestial Dragons trample on everything and don't care! Just guard the navy and amuse yourself."
"Where did you go when you were able to chase Roger around and dare to charge into battle alone to defeat Rocks?!"
The tombstone was silent, no one answered.
Garp did not fake the corpse and climbed out of the coffin to teach this daring madman a lesson.
Ron took a steady breath and retracted his feet.
"...Since you don't want to, then let me do it!"
After saying that, Ron turned around and strode away without even looking at the messy stone platform and the donut residue that had been trampled into the soil.
Behind a large emerald green tree not far from the mausoleum, Warring States sat cross-legged on the soil, leaning against the tree trunk.
The old and turbid eyes stared at the sky aimlessly, and Warring States murmured.
"Yeah, where did we go back then?"
The era will create great achievements for a group of people, but it will also destroy a group of people.
It's not their fault, because there is no right or wrong in this kind of thing.
…
The headquarters fortress and the "cockscomb head" general villa area.
Walking back here step by step, the sun has already set, and the white moonlight shines on the clean and tidy cobblestone streets, which is quiet and tranquil.
"There is someone at home?"
Ron raised his head and suddenly found that the lights were on in his residence here.
"The teacher has already gone to bed at this time, so..."
"You're back."
Ai Yin opened the door and came outside after hearing the noise.
"I heard that you went directly to the cemetery after the meeting, so I cooked some food."
The food on the dining table in the inner room is not rich, but it can be seen that it is made with great care and is all things he likes to eat.
Ron couldn't help but be a little startled. The so-called feeling of home is probably like this...
A lamp, a table of food, a woman.
They are all waiting for you to come back.
Silently walking into the house, Ron accepted Ain's serving of rice for him, and then took out a paper box.
"This is my general's shoulder emblem and cloak. If I don't ask, no one will dare to ask for it. It's better to keep it at home as a souvenir."
Ai Yin was stunned for a moment, then nodded, took the box, walked to the hanger nearby, took out the cloak and hung it up.
Seeing her doing all this silently, Ron couldn't help but feel that he owed her a lot.
Because of his personal relationship, he has always turned a blind eye to this relationship, but Ai Yin happens to not be the kind of little girl who yearns for excitement, so she has been waiting quietly.
Although the two have no officially announced relationship, they have a tacit understanding as an old couple.
"When did...I become so sentimental?"
Ron shook his head silently.
"This will be the last battle, Senior Sister Ai Yin."
Beside the clothes rack, Ai Yin couldn't help but shake her hands.
"In the next few decades, as long as I don't die, there won't be any big chaos... and by then, the Global Village plan will have already taken root, and it won't matter whether I die or not."
Ron said while eating: "By the way, senior sister, where is your hometown?"
"The North Sea is the great shipping route that our ancestors came to when they were driven out of the North Sea by Germa and had nowhere to go."
"Germa... I heard that he has declared war on the royal families of the North Sea? Then we need to urge him."
Having said this, Ron raised his head: "When the war is over, we will go to your hometown to get married, okay?"
As we all know, Ron has no hometown in this sea...including the so-called Sky Island Bika, which later disappeared in the disaster.
Hearing this, Ai Yin did not look back, but silently bowed her head, shaking her shoulders.
"good!"
After receiving a cry-like reply from Ai Yin, Ron did not say anything else and lowered his head to continue eating.
At this moment Ron finally knew why he was so sentimental just now.
Because he is also afraid!
This will indeed be the last battle, a battle related to the survival of the world. If it fails, many people will die.
If it succeeds, many people will die.
Either way, death is inevitable, so why not set a flag first so that you can exonerate yourself when the time comes.
"Ah, I shouldn't have said 'get married back home' in the first place."
"But even if I am under such great pressure, then others may not be much better...you have to be careful."
After being sentimental, Ron returned to his former resourcefulness.
"Report!"
At this time, there was a knock on the courtyard door, and Ron frowned silently and said.
"What's up?"
The person who came was a messenger from the Navy. He stood outside the door. He was startled by the sound directly in his ears, and then he respectfully saluted with a military salute.
"Canglong... Sir, the marshal sent me to inform you that there is someone in the city who wants to meet you."
"oh?"
Ron put down his bowls and chopsticks in surprise: "Who is it?"
"I'm extremely sorry, I have no right to know!"
The messenger has no right to know. He must be a repeat offender of Impel Castle Level 6, but Akainu can still send someone to send a message at this time...
Ron came up with an answer quickly.
"Well, I understand, you can go back first."
"yes!"
After the messenger left, Ron was about to say something, but Ai Yin had already opened the door to the inner room for him.
Ron did not go out directly through the door, but leaned over and held her tightly in his arms, greedily sucking the fragrance in her hair.
"wait me back."
Ron said.
"Um!"
Ai Yin leaned into his arms and murmured softly.