One Piece Black Emperor

After Kelton left, Casillas felt a little concerned about his property. Now he still has more than two million in cash.

But it doesn't matter. After completing the transaction of three thousand goods in two days, the blood will be returned directly, which is many times more than the maximum, which is hundreds of millions of beli.

Therefore, he is very willing to spend money now, giving one million to Dadan's family, and one million to Lord Kelton.

As expected, I have a new subordinate, who should also be a female swordsman in the future. The trouble and money spent are completely worth it. Therefore, Casillas was in a happy mood and sang at the top of his voice with a tone-deaf voice:

"The color of moonlight, the fragrance of women"

"In this mortal battlefield, among thousands of troops, who can be the king?"

"After passing the love barrier, who dares to break through? Looking at the bright moon, my heart is sad~"

Just when Casillas was singing with great concentration, as if he had regained the feeling of dominating the music in the private room, he was interrupted by an inappropriate sound.

Hawke stood there awkwardly, the tray in his hand was bare, and there were some broken glass and liquid with orange bits on the ground.

"I'm sorry, boss"

Casillas waved his hand to indicate that he was fine.

But just as he lit up the cigarette and took a puff, Hawke began to ask curiously:

"Boss, where is the song you just sang? The language you used seems to have never been heard before."

The pirate world has a universal language promoted by the world government, and there are also many local languages. However, they are dying out at a relatively fast speed. For the adventurers and merchants of this world, language barriers are basically impossible to encounter. Case.

"That's the language of my hometown," Casillas said.

Speaking of this, he seemed to be able to once again see through the smoke in front of him the brilliant neon lights flashing everywhere. The steel behemoths were driving on the wide and flat black road. Hundred-meter-high buildings were rising from the ground. He looked so... Insignificant.

Casillas hates his "hometown" because there are not many good memories there, but more fatigue, numbness, injustice, helplessness, jealousy and so on.

Because in his hometown, he is an ordinary person who encounters obstacles everywhere.

Perhaps the long-lost relatives are still a little missed, but nothing can withstand the erosion of time. At least now, Casillas will not recall them as often as before.

During the time when he fell into silence and trance, Hawke gently swept away the glass shards on the floor and brought a new glass of juice.

After taking a sip, Casillas was full of praise:

"Not bad!"

"Of course! I traveled all over Central Street to find the best and freshest oranges, and then squeezed them myself!"

There was something called pride on Hawke's face.

In short, Casillas was very satisfied. The orange juice was indeed delicious. Perhaps Hawke also used his ability to conduct some experiments to enhance the taste of this thing.

But soon, Casillas discovered that Hawke seemed to have something to say, but was hesitant.

He also guessed what Hawke wanted to say.

And the result was not what Casillas expected.

"Boss, why did you give that suggestion to Kelton? Although this is something that has nothing to do with us, but boss! He would find an innocent girl to take the blame! I can't understand it."

Hawke is a good-natured man, Casillas knows that.

So he could also anticipate his reaction.

"Hoke, it's a good thing that you care about ordinary people, innocent people." Casillas held the cigarette butt in his hand, his expression remained calm, neither angry nor smiling, but said seriously: "But first, You have to understand your own weight, Hawke. How much weight do you think your boss has in this country now?"

Just as Hawke was about to speak, he blocked him back:

"Let me tell you, Hawke, I am still worthless in this country. Even if Karimula cooperates with me for profit, as long as he can get rid of his need