"Don't reject me so ruthlessly, hahaha, where does this put my man's face?"

Jesus Bu smiled helplessly.

"Unless you are willing to use your star cape as your bet."

Sherlock cracked his mouth.

"Hahahaha, it turns out that I like my cloak. This cloak was given by my best friend."

After Jesus said that, the other crew members laughed.

Amidst laughter and joy, under the guidance of Laubron, the Red-Haired Pirates successfully left the waters of Tata Island.

Then the members of the Whitebeard Pirates also bid farewell to Sherlock, and they seemed much deeper.

There are still members of the Bucky Pirates and the Tata natives left on the island.

Oz stayed on the island, his size was about the Titans, and the two became friends.

Sherlock bid farewell to everyone and returned to his tree house before carefully reading the content of the letter.

It is not so much an invitation as a letter.

Ivankov hoped that Leah D Houston would meet with Long and join the Revolutionary Army.

If he agrees, he will make an appointment with the location again and disagrees, he will pretend that he has never seen the letter.

Sherlock put the letter on the mahogany table, leaned his back against his grandfather's chair, crossed his legs, and hung a lollipop in his mouth:

"Monkey D. Long, isn't that Luffy's dad?"

At this time, Baccarat pushed open the door and walked slowly into the room with a delicate tray. On the tray was a pot of hot black tea and a layered cake, and two fresh strawberries were embedded in the cake.

Today she was wearing a light green suspender with a deep V-neck and off-white jeans, which outlined the exquisite curves, making her swaying posture when walking, which made her blood swell.

Unfortunately, in Sherlock's eyes, she was just a big white radish.

At this time, Sherlock saw white radish sitting at his desk, put the black tea and snacks in place, and picked up the letters on the table.

"What's this?"

"An invitation letter."

"It was actually a letter written by the shemale king Ivankov, who wrote to you personally. The Revolutionary Army, would you like to invite you to join?"

There was incredible in Baccarat's beautiful eyes.

Sherlock nodded, picked up the black tea, took a sip, and began to enjoy the layered cake.

"Aren't the famous Revolutionary Army very despised the pirates? How could it invite you? What did you do in Houston this time, what did you do in Houston?"

“Don’t it be written in the newspaper?”

Sherlock put the cake into his mouth and felt like it was melting in his mouth. He said in surprise, "It's actually ice cream flavor. Has our chef changed it?"

"The chef has not changed. I cooked it for you in person. I know you like sweets, so I have learned a lot of cooking."

Baccarat used to be able to easily capture Houston by relying on beauty, but now she has to rack her brains to please this man. Thinking about it, she is getting backwards as she lives.

“It tastes great!”

Sherlock praised.

"How do you like it?"

Bakara raised the corner of her mouth, picked up a straw hat on the cake, bit her red lips, and lowered her head.

Usually, at this time, Houston would kiss her and enjoy the wonderful taste of her lips and strawberries blending together.

However, Sherlock took advantage of the strawberries and quickly ate the layer cake clean, and he was almost licking the plate.

Baccarat was confused when he saw it.

Sherlock wiped his mouth contentedly and continued to take a sip of black tea: "Do you think I should join?"

Baccarat swallowed the strawberries and felt like she was choking.

She slowly analyzed: "The Revolutionary Army was led by Monkey D. Long, with the goal of overthrowing the rule of the Tianlong people who dominated the world government.

In recent years, the Revolutionary Army has been in a state of victory, successfully overthrowing the country's Santorea regime in the South China Sea and liberating many enslaved non-United Nations.

I heard that the Revolutionary Army regarded Nicole Robin, the survivor of the "Ohara Incident", as the "Light of Revolution". She has been looking for her whereabouts for many years and wants to invite her to join.

Maybe it was because I was interested in Houston's courage and ability that I wanted to call you to join, after all, the incident in the Shampoo Islands was a big deal.

Just joining the Revolutionary Army is equivalent to openly becoming an enemy of the world government.”

"We are pirates, the world government and the navy, and we are our enemies."

Sherlock picked up the teacup and looked at himself reflected in the black tea. To be honest, sometimes he couldn't see himself clearly.

Perhaps he was somewhat affected after being stitched with Houston, and now he was even more so after being stitched with Whitebeard. He always felt a sense of intimacy when he saw Marco and the others.

This feeling was like... they were all his sons... so when she sent them away, sherlock was very at ease and didn't even want to see them so soon, otherwise this strange feeling would make him very upset.

Suddenly there were so many strange and strange children, who could bear it?

"That's true, I don't think you will agree."

Baccarat's voice interrupted his thoughts, and he raised his eyes: "Oh? Why?"

"How can those who fall in love with the sea be willing to be restricted by rules and regulations? Whether it is the government or the revolutionary army, they are all regular troops and are not suitable for you."

"A woman's sixth sense is really terrible, as if you know everything I think."

Sherlock smiled and finished drinking the black tea, handed the cup to Baccarat, "Dear Baccarat, can you help me refill it?"

"Of course, my captain."

Baccarat poured him another cup of black tea and suddenly said,

"The Navy has done a good thing."

"What?"

Sherlock asked curiously.

"You don't know? All your mistresses have been caught."

Sherlock's mouth twitched slightly. How strong is this woman, Baccarat, how jealous is, why are you so happy when they were caught?

When she mentioned these mistresses, sherlock felt it was incredible.

Because six years ago, Houston was only 14 years old. Even in the Pirate World, he had just grown up. You slept with more than 30 women a year. Do you really think you are a stallion?

"Don't you worry about them?"

Bakara asked tentatively.

Sherlock shook his head: "Don't worry, the Navy can't find anything, so he will naturally let them go."

"Houston, you're really ruthless. If I'm taken away one day, will you do that?"

Baccarat approached Sherlock and raised his chin.

"You are different from them."

Sherlock said as he picked up the teacup, "Who did you get caught to pour me tea?"

“Do I have the only value of pouring tea?”

The corners of Bakara's mouth rose.

"Of course, you are still my lucky roe...goddess, is there any news over there?"

Sherlock immediately changed the topic and continued the topic. Baccarat probably wanted to vent on himself again.

But, Xia? was cursed? In Locke's eyes, her cute radish body was unwilling to roll the sheets with the radish to death. Is it very strange?
Chapter completed!