The Pirate Garen

Robin's words reminded Galen of the hometown specialties such as "bear children", "bear parents" and "minor scum protection law" that only existed in his memory, and he almost couldn't help but want to make a set Three consecutive buses to uphold justice.

Robin couldn't understand Galen's inexplicable resistance. In her heart, protecting the child was just a matter of course.

But now that he understood Galen's displeasure, Robin immediately changed his rhetoric and told Miss. Golden Week's experience:

Miss. Golden Week is actually not a Devil Fruit user, but a talented sketcher.

She is able to mix colors with her superb painting skills, blending colors and patterns that are like hypnotism and can affect people's emotions.

Because of this weird ability, Miss. Golden Jubilee was targeted by the Baroque Work Agency at a young age and was forced to join this killer organization, and was assigned to be the partner of Mr. 3, the wax fruit ability that best matches her ability.

The image of an inspirational girl who is trapped in the magic cave and has not forgotten her dream of painting is outlined by Robin in a few words.

Take another look at Miss. Golden Week herself:

A little girl with shofar braids, a little red hat, a simple summer shirt, and a sketch kit on her shoulder.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a primary school student who has just finished school, which makes people feel really uncomfortable.

Then take a big sword to test it, and the damage increase is only 40%.

Galen nodded, and sighed helplessly:

"Isn't it enough to say that earlier?"

"I won't kill such a little girl who can't help herself."

Robin and Feng Krezizi, who looked nervous, breathed a sigh of relief.

"but."

Galen rubbed his chin and added:

"Girls who have stumbled will eventually stumble, and this labor reform is still indispensable."

"What is reform through labor?"

Robin asked puzzled.

"It's the kind of work for me, with food and housing included, and no salary."

Galen explained casually, then glanced at Miss. Golden Week again:

"It just so happened that Wallace was discussing with me to publish a few picture albums in the East China Sea to strengthen publicity. You can definitely work under me as a professional painter."

"Want me to draw?"

Miss. The golden week completely ignored the extremely important point of "not paying wages", and immediately replied with a flat expression and extremely concise words:

"no problem."

"You promised so readily?"

Galen asked a little puzzled, "I just killed your partner just now."

"it does not matter."

Miss. The mood of the Golden Week is unbelievably calm:

"Mr.3 just wants me to help him fight, I don't care about his life or death."

"For me, painting is the thing worth caring about."

"but."

Her expression finally fluctuated slightly, and she turned her head to look at Mr.2 Feng Kelei again:

"I-I don't want him to die."

"Fon Clay?"

Galen followed Miss. Golden Week's eyes and looked at Mr. 2 Feng Klei, who had slumped back to the floor due to serious injuries.

Feng Klei's act of risking his life to cover Miss. Golden Week's escape did let Galen see the bright spots in him.

So Galen decided to give Feng Clay a chance:

"Justice for Demacia!"

It was the second time that Robin saw that gorgeous, resplendent and powerful beam of light, but he still couldn't figure out what the purpose of this beam of light was.

And Galen ignored Robin's questioning eyes, and just muttered to himself:

"It's close to 70%."

"Sure enough, black is black."

"No matter how many shining points there are on the body, they can't light up."

As Galen muttered to himself, the sword in his hand was getting closer and closer to Feng Klei.

"don't want!"

Miss. It was a rare occasion during the golden week that she burst out with excitement, her petite body was trembling and she wanted to rush forward.

However, her body was suddenly tightly bound by several arms that grew out suddenly, and she could no longer move.

Robin stepped forward and gently hugged the delicate little girl into his arms: "Don't pass by."

"Why?"

Miss. Golden Week asked puzzledly:

"You obviously spoke for me just now, so you can't help Feng Kelei."

"cannot."

Robin shook his head slightly.

After Galen let Miss. Golden Week go because of what he said, Robin had already understood Galen's behavior pattern, so she didn't think she could help Feng Klei anymore.

Miss. Golden Week was a little puzzled, but Galen quickly answered her doubts:

I saw him walking slowly in front of Feng Kelei, and sighed softly:

"I'll give you another chance."

"Can you tell me some experiences that can make my subordinates show mercy like Miss. Golden Week?"

Feng Kelei's expression froze and he didn't answer.

Galen looked back at Robin and at Miss. Golden Week.

Robin was expressionless, while Miss. Golden Week lowered her head weakly:

She couldn't tell either.

No one can say it because there is nothing to say.

Feng Kelei is not a good person, let alone a delinquent youth who was forced to join the killer organization.

Except for Robin who is the boss's secretary, all the senior agents of the Baroque Work Agency are field agents;

The order of senior agents is not only based on strength, but also based on performance.

Feng Kelei took the second seat among the killers, and behind the seat were the blood and corpses of countless assassins.

"Can't you tell?"

Galen looked at the three present, but all he got was silence.

"Kill the servants."

Feng Klei's expression calmed down:

"Like everyone else, Nujia is a professional killer."

"In our line of business, how can we have the right to hope for pity from others before we die?"

"No, I pity you."

Galen quietly clenched the big sword in his hand, and said in a deep voice:

"I've seen people like you in Donghai."

"Only talk about loyalty, not right or wrong."

"If you can keep up with a good boss at the beginning, you won't fall here."

"It would obviously be a pleasure to be your friend, too."

Galen shook his head lightly, and the golden-red flame rekindled on the blade:

“What a pity”

"I'm neither your boss nor your friend."

As he said that, the flames from "Righteous Wrath" were about to devour Feng Klei's life.

Robin, who had always been expressionless, stood up at a critical moment and blocked Galen's flaming sword that was about to fall on Feng Klei's neck:

"etc!"

Galen stopped his offensive and asked doubtfully:

"Why, did you help him recall some glorious deeds?"

"No."

Robin just put his hands lightly on Galen's sword-holding hands, trying to calm down the other's mood through physical contact:

"But, you also said he was just with the wrong guy."

"If you give Feng Klei a chance, he will definitely be able to turn over a new leaf."

"Cough cough."

The strength of Galen's grip on the great sword did not decrease by half:

"Don't misinterpret what I mean."

"If you go on, you will describe this top killer as a middle-aged man who has gone astray."

"No."

Robin understood Galen's mentality, and persuaded him in a different way:

"I mean, Feng Klei is still useful to you."

"What's the use?"

Galen asked puzzled, "Being a thug?"

Robin just went on to explain:

"Except for a small number of elite members who directly belong to Mr.0 in the Baroque work agency, most of the agents in the work agency are under the jurisdiction of senior agents."

"And Feng Klei has the ability to imitate fruits, and can pretend to be those dead senior agents, as long as you can subdue him."

"You can really take control of the whole baroque workshop."

"What do I want Baroque Works for?"

Galen shook his head and smiled:

"Want money? I am the boss of the largest shipping company in the East China Sea, and money is just a number to me."

"Important people? I don't want those scumbags from the work club to come in and pollute the purity of my organization's cadres."

While talking, Galen stopped abruptly.

Because he suddenly remembered that there seemed to be more than a dozen mid-level agents under the Baroque Work Agency, 200 high-level miscellaneous soldiers "billion elders", and 1,800 ordinary miscellaneous soldiers "million elders".

I just tricked a group of senior agents to give experience through Robin, the vice president, and the effect is very obvious.

Then, if Feng Klei is used to deceive mid-level agents, mid-level agents to deceive hundreds of millions of elders, and hundreds of millions.

Forget it, it's a waste of time for those worthless low-level miscellaneous soldiers to cheat.

"That's not bad!"

Galen's eyes lit up in thought.

He suddenly thrust the big sword in front of Feng Kelei, and Feng Kelei, who was so frightened that he could not die, shuddered.

Then Galen straight to the point and said to Feng Klei:

"Now your company is about to go bankrupt, and the boss's secretary also ran away with me."

"If you still want to be loyal to the boss who was scared by me and let you subordinates be cleaned up by me?"

"Just take the initiative to put your neck on the sword, so as not to waste my strength."

"I"

Looking at the sharp blade close at hand, Feng Kelei swallowed nervously.

This generosity to die has always been exhausted in one go.

Then, Feng Klei silently shouted to Galen:

"boss."