One Piece: My Villain Identity Has Been Exposed

Chapter 82 The Invitation of the Revolutionary Army

“Don’t refuse me so mercilessly, hahaha, where does this put my man’s face.”

Yasopp smiled helplessly.

“Unless you are willing to use your star cloak as a bet.”

Sherlock opened his mouth.

“Hahahaha, it turns out that I fell in love with my cloak, which was given by my best friend.”

After Yasopp said, the other crew members also laughed.

Amidst laughter, Red Hair Pirates successfully left the waters of Tata Island under the guidance of Laubran.

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

The members of the Buggy Pirate Group and the natives of the Tata tribe are left on the island.

Oz stayed on the island. He was about the same size as the Titan, and the two became friends.

Sherlock bid farewell to the people and returned to his tree house before reading the letter carefully.

This is not so much a letter as it is an invitation.

Ivankov hopes that Leah D Houston can meet Long and join the revolutionary army.

If he agrees, make an appointment again, and if he doesn’t agree, he will assume that he has never seen this letter.

Sherlock put the letter on the mahogany table, leaned back on the grandfather’s chair, raised Erlang’s legs, and hung a lollipop in his mouth:

“Monkey·D·Dragon, isn’t that Luffy’s father?”

At this time, Baccarat opened the door and walked slowly into the house with an exquisite tray. On the tray was a pot of hot black tea and a layer cake with two fresh strawberries inlaid on it.

Today, she is wearing a light green sling with a deep V neckline and off-white jeans, which outlines the exquisite curve, swaying when walking, which is even more bloody.

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

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

“what is this?”

“An invitation letter.”

“It’s actually a letter written to you by the ladyboy king Ivankov, the revolutionary army, want to invite you to join?”

Baccarat’s beautiful eyes were incredibly unbelievable.

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

“Isn’t the famous revolutionary army scornful of Pirates? Why did you invite you to go to war this time, what exactly did you do in Houston?”

“Isn’t it all written in the newspaper?”

Sherlock put the cake in his mouth, feeling like it melted in the mouth, and said in surprise, “It’s actually ice cream flavor. Has our chef changed?”

“The chef didn’t change. I personally cook this for you. Knowing that you like sweets, I learned a lot of cooking.”

Baccarat used to be able to easily capture Houston by relying on beauty, but now he has to rack his brains to please this man, thinking about it, the more he lives, the more backward he goes.

“It tastes great!”

Sherlock praised.

“How do you like it?”

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

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

However, Sherlock quickly ate the mullet cake while she was eating strawberries, almost licking the plate.

Baccarat looked dumbfounded.

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

Baccarat swallowed the strawberries, feeling choked.

She slowly analyzed: “The revolutionary army is led by Monkey·D·Dragon, with the purpose of overthrowing the Celestial Dragons that dominate the world government.

In recent years, the revolutionary army has gained momentum. It has successfully overthrown the regime of the country’s San Dorea in South Blue, and has also liberated many enslaved non-UN nations.

I heard that the Revolutionary Army regards Nico Robin, the survivor of the “O’Hara Incident,” as a “revolutionary lamp.” They have been looking for her whereabouts for many years and wanted to invite her to join.

Maybe it was because of Houston’s courage and ability that you wanted to call you to join. After all, you had a lot of trouble at Sabaody Archipelago before.

Just joining the revolutionary army is tantamount to being openly enemy of the World government. ”

“We are pirates, the World government and Marine 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 it was affected a bit after stitching with Houston’s soul, and now even more so after stitching with Whitebeard. He always felt a sense of intimacy when he saw Marco.

This feeling was like… all his sons… So when she sent them away, Sherlock was very relieved, and didn’t even want to see them so soon, otherwise this strange feeling would make him very uneasy.

Suddenly there are so many weird children who are older than themselves. Who can bear it?

“That said, but I don’t think you will agree.”

Baccarat’s voice interrupted his thoughts, and he raised his eyes: “Oh? Why?”

“How can people who fall in love with the sea be willing to be restricted by restrictions? Whether it is the government or the revolutionary army, it is a regular army and it is not suitable for you.”

“A woman’s sixth sense is really terrible, as if you know what I think in my heart.”

Sherlock smiled and drank the black tea, and handed the cup to Baccarat, “Dear Baccarat, can you refill it for me?”

“Of course, my captain.”

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

“Marine has done a good thing.”

“what?”

Sherlock asked curiously.

“Don’t you know? Your mistresses have all been arrested.”

The corners of Sherlock’s mouth twitched slightly, Baccarat, how strong is the jealousy of this woman, why are you so happy that they were caught?

Sherlock felt incredible to mention these mistresses.

Because six years ago, Houston was only 14 years old. Even in Pirate World, he was just an adult. You sleep with more than 30 women a year. Do you really consider yourself a stallion?

“Aren’t you worried about them?”

Baccarat asked tentatively.

Sherlock shook his head: “Don’t worry, Marine can’t find out anything, so naturally he will let them go.”

“Houston, you are really ruthless. If I get caught one day, will you do the same?”

Baccarat approached Sherlock and lifted his chin.

“You are different from them.”

Sherlock said and picked up the teacup. “Who will pour the tea for me if you are caught?”

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

The corners of Baccarat’s mouth rose.

“Of course, you are still my lucky girl…goddess, is there any news over there?”

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

However, in Xia Cursed Locke’s eyes, her cute radish posture, she was unwilling to go to bed with the radish after killing Sherlock, it was very weird, okay?