Chapter 295: Drinking Together 2

They also recalled those quiet nights spent at sea, when night fell and the stars were shining, they would sit on the bow of the boat, admire the beautiful sky together, and talk about their dreams and ideals.

Those warm and beautiful times have now become the most precious memories in their hearts.

As time went by, the other people in the pub gradually dispersed, leaving this place full of joy and memories with either satisfied smiles or a little drunkenness.

However, Whitebeard and Roger were still immersed in their memories, unaware of the passage of time.

At this time, there were only the two of them in the tavern, and the empty barrels lying around them. Those empty barrels witnessed their revelry and memories that night.

They lie there quietly, as if telling the deep friendship and endless stories between the two legendary figures.

Whitebeard's face flushed, his eyes were a little blurry, but still revealed a kind of determination and heroism. Roger smiled, his eyes sparkled with wisdom, as if he found new strength and courage in his memories.

"Newgate, we are all old." Roger said with emotion.

"Hmph, so what if we're old? Our passion has never cooled!" Whitebeard said loudly, his voice full of strength and confidence.

The two smiled at each other, raised their glasses again, and drank them all. This glass of wine was a toast to their youthful years, their everlasting dreams and beliefs.

"Roger, you... are really unexpected." Whitebeard narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes a little blurred.

His tall and burly body leaned forward slightly, one hand casually resting on the wine table, and the other hand holding the wine glass. At this moment, he seemed not to be the awe-inspiring white beard, but just an ordinary person who met an old friend again.

Whitebeard's eyes were fixed on Roger, full of emotion and amazement. His thoughts seemed to have returned to that turbulent era, the days when they had traveled the sea together.

At that time, they were young and full of passion and fighting spirit. For their respective dreams, they did not hesitate to fight against powerful enemies and hovered on the edge of life and death.

Now, the years have left deep marks on their faces, but the eternal flame still burns in their hearts.

Roger smiled slightly, a faint smile appeared on his face. His eyes were clear and bright, as if he could see through everything.

He gently put down the glass, crossed his hands on his chest, and looked at Whitebeard quietly. "Yeah, I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to sit and drink with you like this again." Roger's voice was also a little hoarse, but full of sincere emotions.

Roger's thoughts went back to the past, too. He remembered the adventures, the battles, the laughter and the tears they had shared together.

They have faced countless difficulties and challenges together, and have witnessed each other's growth and progress together. In that era, they were each other's strongest opponents and the most trustworthy friends.

Now, seeing Whitebeard again, Roger's heart was filled with emotion and joy.

"It all seems like a dream," Roger said softly, "but I know it's not a dream. We meet again. This is fate."

Their voices were a little hoarse, but full of sincere emotions. In this long night, they seemed to forget the passage of time, all the troubles and fatigue, and were just immersed in each other's reunion.

They recalled the past, shared stories and experiences with each other, and their laughter and words echoed in the pub, as if time had stopped for them.

Whitebeard and Roger, two legendary figures, found their own peace and warmth in this small tavern.

They are no longer the awe-inspiring pirates, but two ordinary old men, searching for their former selves in their memories. Their friendship has become deeper and more precious after years of baptism.

"Newgate, do you remember the first time we met?" Roger asked suddenly.

Whitebeard was slightly stunned, then smiled.

"Of course I remember. We were still very young and full of fighting spirit at that time. We fought fiercely for a treasure." Whitebeard's eyes flashed with memories. "That battle made me know you as a powerful opponent. Since then, our destinies have been intertwined."

Roger nodded, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. "Yes, at that time, we all thought we were the most powerful people in the world. But as time went by, we found that there are many people in this world who are more powerful than us."

"But we never gave up our dreams." Whitebeard said firmly, "We have been working hard and pursuing the goal in our hearts."

"That's right." Roger said, "Our dream is to become the freest person in the world. We want to explore the world in our own way and find the treasure that belongs to us."

As they spoke, Whitebeard and Roger raised their glasses again, and the crisp sound of clinking glasses rang out in the silent tavern, as if it was another testimony to their friendship.

The two men raised their heads and drank the wine in their glasses in one gulp. Their bold posture seemed to have brought them back to the days when they were young and galloped across the sea.

In this way, the two of them drank one cup after another in Xia Qi's tavern for a whole night. The wine flowed down their throats, bringing a burning feeling, but they didn't care at all, instead immersed in this rare time together.

Outside the pub, the night was dark and the stars were shining. The sea breeze blew gently, bringing a slight chill, but the pub was filled with a warm atmosphere.

The laughter and conversation of Whitebeard and Roger intertwined, breaking the tranquility of the night.

At this moment, Whitebeard's face was filled with a relaxed and happy expression. Because Ling Tian had treated his injuries, his physical condition was much better than before.

So, although Marco was a little worried about this drinking, he didn't object too much.

After all, he could also understand the deep friendship between Whitebeard and Roger, and how important this reunion was to them.

If it were in the past, Marco would never let Whitebeard drink so recklessly. He knew Whitebeard's physical condition very well, and every time he drank, it might affect his health.

Therefore, he would always carefully remind Whitebeard to control his drinking amount.

But because Ling Tian had already cured Whitebeard's body before, Marco did not stop Whitebeard from drinking.