Sherlock was surrounded by members of the Red-Haired Pirates, and kept drinking, and he had already drunk Guan Gong's face.

"Hahaha, Houston, we won't be drunk today."

"Houston, you can't do it. Are you going to get drunk after drinking this little?"

"Who said, I'm not drunk, I can still drink it."

Sherlock raised his glass, and Laubron poured him wine, and he pulled Laubron down, "Don't be busy, come and have a drink together."

"Okay, Captain."

"Come on Houston, I'll give you a drink."

Marco walked to Sherlock with a glass of wine, and Sherlock nodded, and the glasses collided and drank them all in one go.

"Ace...is there any help?"

Except for Marco, others were also curious about why Sherlock never buried Ace.

Sherlock's original words were because Ace was Luffy's brother, and he wanted Luffy to take a last look at Ace and then bury him. Before that, Helling could use the ability of a unicorn to prevent his body from rotting.

But they still have a hint of expectation in their hearts.

Perhaps because I saw Ace lying in the tree house, I always felt that he had never left.

"Maybe, I don't have much hope, but I will do my best."

Sherlock said, "Don't expect too much from me."

"This sentence of you is enough. If you need help, just open your mouth."

Marco said as he drank the rum. The taste of the rum was even more chewy. Sherlock brewed it with local plants based on the recipe of the owner of the East China Sea Sweetheart Bar. Although the degree is the same, the taste is even more spicy.

People from Tata people don’t like to drink, only Sherlock, who stays in the East China Sea all year round, likes it.

Now, Marco and the others are in love with the taste of this rum.

The strong wine enters the throat, like a fire, but it is a mellow feeling after it is burned, and there is a hint of sweetness aftertaste.

This kind of wine is suitable for pirates who have experienced strong winds and waves.

Herring also wanted to taste it, but since she was still a minor in Sherlock's eyes, she only gave her fruit wine, so she could only accept it obediently.

According to Sherlock's standards, Herring must be at least 18 years old to be considered an adult.

Therefore, the fact that she was always sleeping in Sherlock's quilt was also ordered to ban her underage nurses, and minor nurses were not allowed to sleep in the quilt of the opposite sex.

"Houston, no, Sherlock."

The red-haired raised the bowl, "Hope we will never be enemies."

"That's hard to say."

Sherlock's mouth raised and clinked his glass with the red hair, "I hope we can all realize our dreams."

"Cheers to your dream!"

Letterson also raised his wine glass and everyone shouted.

"Cheers to your dream!"

"We will inherit my father's will!"

"That's right!"

After three rounds of wine, Sherlock lay on his back on the beach and felt something poking him.

He slowly opened his eyes, and a seagull was holding a stack of reward orders and newspapers in his arms, his eyes flashing.

This is waiting for his touch.

Sherlock sat up and gently held the seagull's head: "Well done."

The reward orders were Blackbeard, Luffy and Houston respectively, and the basic bounty was not different from previous newspaper reports.

But the latest news in the newspaper says.

"Blackbearded Ditch successfully seized the Piaopiao Fruit and became the first person in history to have the ability to have two demon fruits! He also threatened that he had obtained the strongest power in the world, and this era is called Marshall D. Ditch! The era of extreme evil has arrived completely!"

Sure enough, history is irreversible? Blackbeard actually obtained the devil fruit of the monster Golden Lion, which means that the monster is dead... Sherlock shook his head, feeling that he really had a strong enemy, and the ability of the Piaopiao Fruit is not weaker than that of the shock fruit.

"Dalmesia, Rob Luci, and Monchi D. Cape were summoned by the military court for unknown reasons."

The old man had a fight with me personally, and he would not have been suspicious. It was probably just a formality. It was hard to say that the spotted dog Lieutenant General Dalmesia. Well, Luci is purely the scapegoat. Is this considered a disguised bond?

Sherlock continued to read the newspaper.

"Leah D. Houston has been listed as the most dangerous person by the world government. The world nobles have expressed their determination to catch this villain. All people related to Leah D. Houston have begun to be investigated worldwide, and 36 mistresses have been arrested."

Sherlock's mouth twitched slightly, but Houston's mistress had nothing to do with him.

Over the years, they deliberately kept a distance from their ex-girlfriends in Houston, and they had no information they could disclose to the government.

"Laurbran, can you contact Donna?"

Sherlock suddenly realized that the only Houston mistress he had contacted recently was Donna.

"Don't worry, Tang Dajia also has a home business in the New World, and has moved his position to the New World."

Laubron said with a smile.

Sherlock nodded: "Bone and Will, aren't affected?"

"This is a matter within the Navy, and I don't know."

Laubron said slowly, "But since Boone doesn't want to follow us, he must also know what path he has chosen."

Sherlock twisted his neck: "Yeah."

"Sherlock." Red-haired Shanks rubbed his hair and got up from the ground. "Hahaha, I drank too much, and I just fell asleep."

He took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Sherlock, "This is what Ivanke insisted that I help me bring to you."

Sherlock took the envelope and opened it suspiciously, "Why did he write to me?"

"I don't know this, okay, Sherlock, we've been disturbing you for a long time, and it's time to say goodbye."

Red-haired Shanks stood up.

When she heard that they were about to leave, Sherlock was a little reluctant. Shanks and his crew were all very good at chatting, and they were a group of very interesting people. Shanks was very good at drinking, lazy and careless, and suitable for being friends.

Especially Ben Beckman, who is ruthless and doesn't talk much, is very fond of Sherlock's appetite.

"Don't you really want to let me go back?"

Sherlock asked with a smile.

"My ship is too small, I'm afraid I can't stand your ambitions anymore, hahaha, Sherlock."

Shanks patted Sherlock on the shoulder.

"If the red-haired boats are small, then isn't my evil roar a canoe?"

Sherlock teased.

Shanks shook his head, "Since he is already a captain, don't say such despicable words anymore, hahahaha, I hope I can have a good time to drink it next time I meet."

"good."

Sherlock stood up and watched the Red-haired Pirates leave.

Ben Beckman also patted Sherlock on the shoulder: "See you at the sea, Houston."

Sherlock nodded: "Okay."

"Houston, I heard you have mastered good marksmanship. We have to compete next time."

Jesus said.

Sherlock's mouth twitched: "No."
Chapter completed!