Chapter 211 Go Home

When Lorne left from Summer Island, the moon was already darkening. He declined Doflamingo's invitation to have dinner, and returned to his boat with Garrett and Anxi.

At this time, Lorne didn't know that he had been missed by those big bosses at the Navy Headquarters.

Although, with Lorne's character, he wouldn't care even if he knew about it.

"I don't like that guy."

As soon as she boarded the boat, Garrett spoke out her inner thoughts.

Doflamingo's behavior and character made Garrett feel very uncomfortable.

Anxi raised her head blankly, looking at her brother and sister. at a loss.

Is the world of adults so complicated?

Lorne didn't speak, but sat by the side of the boat. Looking at the sea level.

The feet were submerged in the sea water, which made Lorne feel weak for a while.

After a long time, he spoke slowly.

"We go home."

"What?" Garrett asked suspiciously before she could react.

"This sea is too boring, let's go back to the great route."

Lorne said that he suddenly understood why after Roger said that sentence, it seemed like a powder keg was ignited. Blow up the world completely.

Let people flock to the Great Route like crazy.

Roger doesn't know where the treasure is buried? The status and glory of One Piece?

These are all gimmicks!

When Lorne came to the North Sea from the great route, his biggest feeling was that it was so boring here.

Yes, boring, even if Lorne is not the top few people in this sea, even the first echelon is very reluctant.

However, without the checks and balances of the world government, it would not be difficult for Lorne to conquer the North Sea single-handedly.

No sense of accomplishment at all!

Perhaps those pirates just saw through this. That's why he chose to challenge the great route.

Garrett had never seen such a lonely Lorne, and she never knew what Lorne wanted.

But looking at the moonlight shining on Lorne, his back. Garrett felt inexplicably distressed.

She didn't know what to say, so she hugged Lorne from behind, with her head against Lorne's back.

An Xi, on the other hand, sat aside, staring blankly at her brothers and sisters.

The moonlight fell on the boat, and the person wearing it did not speak, just like a painting.

...

North Sea, Frevers.

A black-haired boy was running around on the battlefield. He was one of the two children of the doctor who was saved by the nun before.

At this time, he was wearing the novice priest's robe and was bandaging the wound of a Frevans soldier. Skillful technique like a doctor who has practiced for many years.

"It hurts a bit, please be careful!" said the little doctor.

After the bandages were finished and a careful examination was done, he left with peace of mind, carried his small medical kit, and walked towards the next injured person.

Although the knights of the Holy Truth came soon, they stopped the war in Frefans in time. But the losses caused by the war cannot be made up.

"This thing tainted with the blood of the Frevans! Stay away from me!"

Before the little doctor could reach the second injured person, he was scolded out.

He could only shake his head helplessly, and then walked towards the next injured person.

The hatred between the neighboring countries and the Frefans has almost reached the point of being unforgettable. From their point of view, as long as you touch Frevans' things, you will contract Frevans' strange disease.

The disease in which the hair and skin will gradually turn white, and finally die in pain, is Po lead disease.

Fearing that the disease would spread to their own country, neighboring countries did not hesitate to launch wars.

"Are they still refusing treatment?"

A resolute man with a spear on his back came over, patted the little doctor on the shoulder and asked.

Seeing this resolute man, the little doctor was delighted at first, but after hearing what the man said, his eyes dimmed.

"They think that everything in Frevans is dirty, and they would rather suffer than accept the treatment of doctors."

"Are we really damned?"

"You've done a good job, little guy." The resolute man patted the little doctor's shoulder and said softly.

"In this world, no one has the right to deprive others of their lives."

"Isn't it okay for the Holy God of Truth?"

The little doctor asked rhetorically, after being rescued by the nuns, he converted to the Holy Truth.

Shouldn't one dedicate one's being to the Holy God of Truth?

The resolute man with the gun was momentarily at a loss for words, but said quickly.

"The Holy God of Truth is a truly benevolent God, and he will never take the life of others."

"But His will will be misinterpreted and distorted. So we must have our own opinions."

As he spoke, the resolute man thought of the old man whose body was bathed in blood. Under his leadership, the Holy Truth has unknowingly gone astray.

"If you want to truly understand your true heart, you can meet the current Pope."

"She is the messenger of God."

The man with the gun said softly, the figure that was as holy as an angel appeared in his mind, he was simply the messenger of the Holy God of Truth, sent to the world.

If it wasn't for Lord Ariel who was born out of nowhere! I am afraid that the current holy truth has long been filthy.

She is the true selfless saint.

"My lord," the little doctor murmured to himself. Then he asked anxiously to the man with the gun.

"Can the Pope save my sister?" The little doctor's younger sister also suffered from pallidum disease, and she was in extreme pain on the hospital bed, but the little doctor couldn't do anything about it.

"I don't know." The man with the gun was taken aback for a moment, but shook his head after thinking about it.

The knight's creed does not allow him to lie.

After hearing the man's words, the little doctor's expectant eyes dimmed.

"But you can try it." The man's next words gave the little doctor hope again.

As they walked, they soon came to a tent.

"The person who led the team here is the Pope's sister, Lord Rose Knight Larsia." The man with the gun said.

"If you want to see Her Majesty Pope Ariel, you can try her."

Inside the tent, a female knight in armor sat at the head of the table. On the left and right of her sits a king wearing a crown and wearing luxurious clothes.

"If you want to mediate, I advise you to stop thinking about it."

A black-haired king said coldly.

"Frevans is a cursed place. For the safety of our people, I must destroy this country!"

"Hmph!" On the other side, a white-haired king snorted coldly.

"You are doing this for your own selfish desires!"

"Shooting my citizens at will! This is despising the majesty of Frevans!"

The female knight sitting in the main seat looked at the two people who were arguing and felt very headache.

From a conscience point of view, these two people are good kings, and everything they do is for their own people.

But……

"Stop it all."

The female knight finally spoke, and took out a document. Handed to the two kings.

"This is an investigative study of lead disease."