The man's expression froze and smiled embarrassedly, "Brother, you are really good at joking. It's not written on the boat. I'm just a courier. By the way, are you a navy?"

"What do you think of the Navy?" Klein asked.

"Brother, do you usually chat like this..."

The man had no choice but to pinch his chin and thought for a while before saying, "If you want to say something more inclined to the other side, it's still the navy. After all, without the shock of the navy, ordinary people can't live a normal life, but there are not all bad people, right?"

Klein drank tea and basked in the sun.

The man smiled and said, "I need help. I can reach Roger Town in about two hours. You can do whatever you want, just don't enter the work area."

After the man left, Klein sat down and meditated.

Maybe it was because I encountered a situation like Lamin, and my heart was shaken. When did I become so pretentious?

Sax is right, just follow his own way of living.

Whether it is the navy,

Or pirates,

Or the Revolutionary Army,

Your dream is just to be a person who does his own way, and the prerequisite is to have absolute strength.

"Rudy, is there anything wrong?" the young man glanced at Klein.

"No, I met a strange person."

…

…

Stepping on the tidy roads of Roger Town, Klein waved.

He looked back at the large supply island, quite novel, looking around.

"It is worthy of being the place where One Piece was born and was executed. Let's go to the execution station to see it later."

Klein, carrying his luggage, looked like a traveler, wearing sunglasses and a hat, did not attract much attention.

Because of Roger, Roger Town has very developed business and transportation, with many pirates, with many merchant ships docked on the piers, and some pirate ships.

Even if the pirates come here, they will only supply supplies and see the legendary places; although Roger is a pirate, his identity does bring a lot of convenience to Roger Town.

The port has a archway, triangle, the above-mentioned lotue town.

Walking inside, there are all kinds of shops on the street, and there is a porch in front of the shop. There are dense crowds and a wide range of goods, from food, drinks, entertainment, daily necessities, and some weapons stores.

Klein passed by the weapon store and took a look. The price was also ridiculously expensive, more like decorations, but the workmanship and materials were indeed good.

A good knife costs between 300,000 and 400,000 Baileys.

There are also some swords, which literally means.

He always feels a little awkward when he calls him a swordsman, but there is nothing he can do. What can he do if the world is set here?

Compared to Klein, he prefers swords, but there are many famous swords, and there are very few famous swords. He can hardly find famous swords. The shop owner no longer cares about swords. There are two Liang Kuai swords, which are priced at tens of millions of Baileys.

Or, cut the mouse Colonel's head and change the knife?

Klein complained that he left the store and that the price of such labels for gifts from time-honored stores is one or two times more expensive than that of ordinary stores.

On the way, many figures were touched by the execution book, and Klein just took a few glances and then withdrew his gaze.

He did not have much sense of belonging to the navy itself, nor did he feel that his justice was so great that he could kill the pirates when he saw him, and it was not good to do it on the street.

This town is still very chaotic, and it will be much better when Smog leaves the recruits and is dispatched to the future.

He didn't rush to buy a sword, but instead found a store to prepare to tattoo a tattoo.

As a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder, the scar on his face is still a bit annoying, especially after Chris lifted it up, he thought of covering it with a tattoo.

There are still many tattoo and tattoo shops, in some alleys.

"Welcome, tattoos?"

The store manager is a woman, and her decorations are a bit like cyberpunk.

Klein pointed to his face and asked, "Here you see what tattoos to cover it up?"

"Please sit"

The store manager brought the picture album, looked at Klein, and said happily: "Handsome guy, your scar is so right. It's just a little higher. How about this?"

“It feels so good.”

"What about this?"

“This is pretty good…”

In the end, Klein chose a gay purple, which was the same color as his pupils. The tattoo was a bit like the front end of the rake, and it was a little bit smaller.

The store manager showed the finished product and Klein decided to make a decision.

This tattoo does not contain any meaning, just to cover up the scars.

A handsome guy can always make people happy, and the store manager also serves with all his heart: "This is a little slanted and has a little evil taste. The main reason is that you look pleasing to the eye. If you change to an ugly one, it will be another effect. This color is very sensible."

Klein smiled, quite helpless, the boss was a little enthusiastic.

One day in the future, this store accidentally becomes the most famous tattoo shop on the entire great route.

An hour later, the tattoo ended.

The boss smiled and said, "Carry a thousand Baileys for you. If you have friends with tattoos or tattoos in the future, please remember to help introduce them."

"OK."

Klein looked at the finished product in the mirror and was quite satisfied.

After leaving the tattoo shop, he strolled around the street: "Is there a weapon shop here?"

Curious, he walked into the store and the owner was a short male.

He stood behind the counter and said enthusiastically: "Welcome, what do you want to buy?"

"Is there a sword?"

Klein glanced at the knife in the walls and cabinets, but saw no sword.

The boss smiled and said, "You are in the store, wait a moment."

After saying that, he walked into the back of the curtain.

Klein walked around the store and suddenly his eyes narrowed. He felt a strong evil spirit and murderous intent; this evil spirit and murderous intent did not come from people, but from the bucket.

He was surprised and walked over and saw that the murderous intention was actually from a knife.

“Can it be…”

He took out the knife from the bucket, and the blade was drawn out of the sheath and looked weird and purple. Sure enough, it was actually a demon knife.

With this demon sword in his hand, Klein clearly felt a chill surge from his heels to the heavenly spirit cap. This evil aura and murderous intent are carried by ordinary people over time, they may be affected by the demon sword and become bloodthirsty.

This kind of knife is really weird.

At this time, the boss walked out holding the sword and said with a smile: "Customer, the knife you are holding is 'Three Generations Gui Che', a real demon sword. This knife has terrible rumors..."

Klein had retracted the knife back into the sheath and threw it into the bucket.

Seeing this, the boss didn't explain.

"How is this sword? It's the treasure of my store."

Klein took the sword and looked at it, nodded and said, "It looks good."

"Of course, this sword is the only famous sword in the world Predo..."

The boss smiled embarrassedly: "But the sword you hold is a counterfeit. Of course, it is not as powerful as Predo, but it is also a very good famous sword. It blows hair and cuts iron like mud."

“Where is the price?”

"One Million Bailey."

Klein took out his ID and said, "Boss, I am the Navy, can I get a discount?"

The boss stared at the ID and looked at it: "Navy, okay, okay, I'll give you a 50,000 Bailey, no more."

“A little cheaper.”

"Hey, 50,000 is already the price of friendship." The boss looked helpless.

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Chapter completed!