Aokiji turned his head with a look of surprise that was hard to conceal: "What on earth did that guy do to you that you would recognize him to this extent?!"
If Aokiji had originally been just a little curious about Gawain because of Zephyr, this curiosity has now turned into unspeakable shock.
Although Aokiji spends most of his time training with Garp, he is also a student trained by Zephyr and one of the best among them.
Naturally, he has a very good understanding of Zephyr's personality.
Among the veterans of Zephyr's generation, he is the one with the strongest beliefs and has suffered the hardest blows from the pirate's hand, but he has never changed his beliefs.
But in less than a month, Zephyr's concept has changed so much that he even trusts Gawain's character to this extent?!
In the Marines, the only people Zephyr can trust unconditionally are the few old men who fought with him!
"When you meet him, you'll understand."
With a smile on his face, Zephyr slowly took out a few biscuits from his arms and handed one to Aokiji.
"This is..."
"Try it."
Aokiji took a light bite and felt a dry taste rushing into his mouth, and the texture was extremely rough.
He could see that the unpalatable taste was not due to the baking process but to the ingredients themselves.
He turned his head in confusion, only to see Zephyr also putting bites of biscuits into his mouth, chewing them a few times, and then swallowing them.
Zephyr then spoke: "How does it feel?!"
"It tastes terrible."
Zephyr sighed: "But for those people, this kind of food is already a rare delicacy."
"Those people?"
"Ah, this is a gift from the pirates who planted this wheat with me in Raven Harbor."
"Pirates?!"
Aokiji was stunned for a moment as if he had seen Zephyr in front of him for the first time.
If there is someone in the Marines who could do such a thing with the pirates, it could be Garp, Kizaru, or even himself, but it couldn't be Zephyr.
Only those who know Zephyr's life experience will understand that what the pirates had done to this man had reached a point that was outrageous to both humans and gods.
But now he tells him that he grows wheat with pirates?!
"Zephyr-sensei..."
Now, Aokiji began to understand why Zephyr said back at the Marine Academy that he had never really understood pirates.
"What kind of existence is Raven Harbor and White Knight Gawain?"
He asked the question again and got a similar answer from Zephyr: "A world that is different from others and can be called a paradise."
"Gawain is a strange pirate."
Boom!
There was a roar of thunder in the sky, and lightning streaked across the gloomy sky, almost tearing the clouds apart.
Aokiji looked at the smile on Zephyr's lips and felt uneasy for a moment.
This was the first time he was looking forward to meeting a pirate who even grew faster than Red Hair Pirate!
"Does he believe in justice, too?"
"On the contrary."
Zephyr shook his head.
"Even if he didn't say it, I could sense that he disdained the justice of everyone in the Marines equally."
"Justice that does not kill, justice that burns, through justice..."
"If you really ask him which one is right, he will probably tell you that it's all bullshit."
"There must be a correct answer, right?"
Aokiji was puzzled, and his brows were furrowed into the shape of a 川.
"Who knows?"
"It would be better if you ask him this question in person."
Aokiji curled his lips habitually, but the dissatisfaction on his face only lasted for a few seconds, then he turned and walked into the cabin.
A few minutes later.
The warship's sailing speed increased again. Even though the storm in the distance was getting more and more severe, it still couldn't stop Aokiji's urgent heart.
… … ...
A few days later, in a town near Alubarna.
After assisting Igaram and comforting the local refugees, the trio dragged their tired bodies and found a random place to lie down.
The cool breeze blows from afar, soaking their heart.
The three of them stood side by side, looking at the starry sky, and their hearts calmed down at this moment.
"It's so beautiful."
Fukurou took a deep breath and closed his eyes, enjoying the tranquility of the moment.
"Ahh."
Jabra responded indifferently, but what appeared before his eyes were the scenes he had experienced in Alabasta in the past few days.
The civilians' words of gratitude may be false, but their excited eyes and trembling hands cannot be faked.
Jabra slowly sat up, lowered his head to look at his hands, and murmured: "Besides killing people, can our hands do something else..."
Kumadori was stunned for a moment, then slowly opened his eyes. All he saw were countless stars. "That should be possible, right?!"
"After all, didn't Lucci find the path he wanted to pursue and the man he wanted to follow?!"
"I think so too, so go ahead."
Fukurou didn't even blink, but he held a deformed candy wrapper tightly in his hand. "We have always regarded the will of the World Government as the reason for our existence. Anything that goes against the will of the World Government is a sin..."
"But is it really so?!"
"Is not what we are doing now also a kind of justice?!"
Jabra's lips curled up into a smile: "Who knows?!"
"But."
"Is justice or not really that important?!"
"Lucci is willing to throw himself into darkness just to get what he wants. Why should we cling to so-called justice?!"
As the sound landed, all three of them fell silent.
The only sound was the wind whistling in his ears, which gradually became louder and colder, so much so that Jabra subconsciously tightened his clothes.
But the words he just said subconsciously could not be erased from his mind for a long time.
Jabra looked up at the town in the distance. The lights were bright, and the sound of laughter carried by the wind made him feel particularly at ease.
"I want to stay here. I have what I want here."
The moment his voice fell, Den Den Mushi rang.
Bru! Bru!Bru!
The expression on Jabra's face froze for a moment, but he still instinctively took out the Den Den Mushi from his arms. After the call was connected, an arrogant voice came out from the receiver.
"Jabra?!"
"How is the mission in Alabasta going?"
"Wa ha ha ha ha."
"I'm back again!"
The familiar voice made Jabra slightly startled: "Spandam? Haven't you been detained?!"
"That's right."
Spandam's voice became louder and louder as if he wanted to vent all the resentment that had been accumulating in his heart for the past few days in one breath.
"Speaking of which, this matter is thanks to you, no, it's thanks to that old guy."
"If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have let you lurk in Alabasta, let alone find out the plan behind Baroque Works and the whereabouts of Golden Lion."
"According to our investigation, the old guy has already boarded Golden Lion's ship."
Between his words, Spandam spat, his tone showing no disdain, and then he continued.
"Gismonda, who was acting as CP9 Chief before, is missing. In other words... I'm back to my post!"
"This is... unbelievable."
Jabra grumbled.
But to be honest, compared to Gismonda, who was deep-minded and had too many ideas, he was more accustomed to working under Spandam.
Although the latter has a despicable character, he is really stupid.