Chapter 110 1 Straight to Strong 1 Straight to

On the deck, the two hungry little princes, Wapol and Mushulu, quickly finished all the noodles in their bowls.

Seeing that Wapol was still licking the bowl with great interest, wishing he could eat the bowl as well, Ger asked with a smile:

"How's it going? Is it delicious?"

"Delicious! Even though you're not a very good person, this noodle is really delicious!"

Wapol answered honestly that since Ger treated him to such delicious food, he decided to put his personal grudge aside for the time being.

"Hey, as long as it tastes good, now that you've all finished eating, let's get going!"

"what!"

Wapol and Mushulu were both startled. Their hands stopped moving and they looked at Gel with horror as he smiled evilly.

What do you mean?

Is this the last meal for execution?

They had also heard that death row prisoners would be given a relatively sumptuous meal before being executed, and this rule also existed in the Drum Kingdom.

"Ah! Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I don't want to eat it anymore! I'll give it back to you!"

Seeing that the idiot Wapol was about to reach out to dig his throat, Gel's face was full of disgust. He couldn't continue his little joke with bad taste, so he just slapped him hard to make him behave.

The meal was finished, and he had rested enough. The water and dry food in the backpack were replenished. Dorag didn't know what reason he had to stay put.

"Then, Mr. Geer, I will take these two little guys back first. If you have anything, please come to me!"

On the deck, Dorag put on his backpack, held a little devil in one hand, and prepared to take off.

"Okay, no problem. Goodbye, Dorag! Be safe and fly slowly."

Ge Er stood aside and waved perfunctorily.

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"Um, Long, do you have anything else to say?"

Seeing that he seemed to be hesitant to speak, and had been posing for a long time but was slow to activate his fruit ability, Gel asked helplessly.

Dorag scratched his head embarrassedly and said with an unnatural expression:

"Well, Mr. Gur, I'm fine personally, but I suddenly remembered that Mihawk specifically asked me to ask you if you still have the wine he drank last time. He has been thinking about that bottle of wine all the time and has kept the empty bottle. He would open the bottle cap and smell it when he has nothing to do. He is too shy to ask you, and I am also shy, but I still have to bite the bullet and ask for him..."

Dorag felt that he had never been so fussy before, and his voice became smaller and smaller as he spoke.

Gel knew what was going on, thinking to himself, "How dare you say you are thin-skinned? If Mihawk knew you said that, would he stab you twice?"

"Hey, you're talking about this. You're such a nagging guy. I thought you had a sister who wanted to be related to me but was too embarrassed to ask."

Gel slapped his forehead and asked directly:

"Okay, how much more can you bring?"

"It won't be a problem to carry a few hundred kilograms of stuff."

Dorag wanted to say that he could carry a few more tons of stuff easily, but he politely downplayed the amount.

Gel didn't waste any more words and directly bought ten boxes of Maotai-flavor liquor for Dorag in the system mall.

As soon as he got the thing, Long's devil fruit ability did not fail again. With an unconcealable smile on his face, he swept up a gust of wind and disappeared without a trace.

Gel looked up at the sky and shook his head helplessly. Who could have imagined that the most vicious criminal in the world in the future would look like this?

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"Crack! Boom!"

A loud noise startled Gel, who was standing with his hands behind his back and looking up at the sky.

Weibull, wearing swimming trunks and with his upper body naked, broke through the ice from the bottom of the sea, dragging a big fat fish that was more than ten meters long in his hand.

"Click!"

After jumping onto the boat, he shook himself like a drowned dog to get rid of the seawater on his body.

Following the advice of his unscrupulous brother, Weibull has been swimming under the ice around the island to exercise these days.

"Brother, I'm hungry!"

"Idiot brother, next time you throw water on the boat I'll kick you over."

"Ah! I'm sorry, brother."

Gel reached out to wipe the water off his face, but because the temperature outside was so low, in just a short while, the sea water on his face had frozen into frost on his eyebrows and hair, looking a little funny.

"Hurry up and go to the shore to make a fire and grill the fish. I also need to grill by the fire."

"Oh! Okay brother."

Gel was still very casual when directing Weevil to work.

After returning from the royal city, Senior went out for a walk at Gel's suggestion.

Captain Gill said earnestly:

You are not young anymore, why don't you worry a little? The world is in such a mess now, people are committing crimes everywhere. If you have the ability, you should go to crowded places more often. Usually, there will be some bloody plots. Maybe one day you will meet a chance to be a hero and save a beauty. If you seize it, wouldn't it be a beautiful encounter and you will get the beauty? With the strength of the ancient species, you can handle any weight, and maybe you can save decades of detours.

Of course, Senior didn't go out because he believed Captain Gul's lies. He just found a secluded place in the mountains and forests to practice his newly acquired devil fruit ability.

As for Moria, he is still in seclusion in the room and has not eaten or drunk for two days. With his strange physique, Gel is not worried that he will starve to death, but he is afraid that he will be too eager to develop his abilities. There are people who go astray in this world. The Jailermon who failed to awaken his animal type and lost his personality was the result of his practice going astray.

Gel didn't bother him and could only choose to trust Lao Mo.

So the two brothers were left sitting together by the campfire once again, roasting fish.

Gel suddenly felt that this scene was very familiar. When he first came to this world, this scene happened every day on that deserted island. He and Weevil would sit by the fire, roasting meat and chatting.

The sentence that Weibull said most often was: Can you eat it now? Brother.

The sentence I say most often is: It’s not baked yet, wait a little longer.

The only difference is that I have salt now! Not only salt but also cumin powder and chili powder!

When Gel thought of this, his face became grim.

"Can I eat now, brother?"

Weibull's words brought Gel, who was lost in his memories, back to reality.

He walked forward and skillfully poked the thickest part of the fish's back with a wooden stick a few times, then sprinkled salt and other seasonings evenly on it.

"That's enough! Eat it!"

Gel still used the wooden stick in his hand to fork a small piece of meat and ate it slowly, and Weibull also grabbed the whole fish and devoured it ravenously, shouting incoherently that it was delicious, really delicious.

Soon, only a complete skeleton of the more than ten-meter-long fish remained.

"Hey, Wilbur, are you having a good time since you went out to sea?"

"Of course I'm happy! I have delicious meat to eat every day, and it's fun to kill pirates. It's really great, hehehehe."

Weibull sat on the ground, stroking his round belly and laughing.

"It's good to be happy, but you have to keep working hard to become stronger, so that we can always be happy. The stronger you are, the happier you will be! Keep getting stronger and happier. When you become the strongest in the world, we will be the happiest people in the world!"

Whenever Gel had free time, he would start to trick Weevil into practicing hard to become stronger.

"Leave it to me, brother! We will definitely become the happiest people in the world!"

Weibull patted his chest and assured confidently.

"Haha! You've really grown up. You're so reliable, my little brother!"

Ger laughed out loud with relief.

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