"Fufufufufu, hahaha! Great, great!"
As David left, Kuro was still a little puzzled, but Doflamingo burst into laughter.
"In that case, I admit it. Let him be king. It'll be very interesting from now on, Kuro!"
He said with a ferocious expression, "I'm waiting for you, waiting for you to turn this world upside down!"
"What the hell?"
Kuro rolled his eyes and said, "Moore, go and see what he's up to, just in case he tries anything funny."
But without him saying more, Moore had already disappeared.
David had a cigar in his pocket. Since no one was smoking it, the lit cigar was more likely to go out, but David didn't care anymore.
In his eyes, the fire and the light had moved from the cigar to his heart.
He held the sword in his right hand, while his left hand, injured, remained limply hanging down as he walked step by step toward his home.
There were already many people waiting there.
Seeing David return with the sword, everyone knelt on one knee, placed their right hand on their chest, and bowed their heads in respect.
The meaning is self-evident.
David arrived at the ruins of his home and stood there blankly, seemingly lost in thought.
Moore, standing beside him, said meaningfully, "Young man, aren't you going to say something? What are you waiting for? You've already pledged allegiance to our lieutenant general, and you've taken the sword. You're already wielding the sword."
"Of course I will keep your words in mind, sir..."
David closed his eyes and raised the black bull-horned greatsword high.
My father's words echoed in my mind.
“David, the Pansa family cannot be without a master.”
"But in Dressrosa, and indeed in this world, no one can be our master."
"We have been searching for eight hundred years, but there is no master left."
"You've suffered, David. You can't wield a sword, even though... you are the strongest genius in Pansa in eight hundred years."
His father's sorrowful face was imprinted in his mind.
He slowly opened his mouth, "If it weren't for the coercion of these people, perhaps even if it were the master, I wouldn't have sought out a master. But as the master said, times have changed, and Dressrosa needs to change as well."
"When people reach the end, they will know what choices they want."
"I want to wield a sword, I want to fight for it, I want to truly be a knight..."
"Father, I...I've found my master!!"
Zzzzz!
Like a sword being drawn from its sheath, he opened his eyes, a cold glint flashing within them.
He swung the greatsword down with force.
boom!!
The ruins of his home were blasted open, creating a large crack and a crater in the ground beneath them.
Inside the pit was a set of armor.
The black and silver armor seemed to have been buried underground for many years, and had become dull and lackluster. The armor was streamlined and very slender, as if it had been tailor-made for David.
Because his father was of the imposing type, only David himself looked very tall and thin, which perfectly suited the armor.
"Change your armor with me," he said calmly.
Several of the people who had been kneeling on the ground stood up. One was Wallis's father, and another was the thug who had looked like a hooligan before. They bowed respectfully and brought out the suit of armor.
"Sir, your hand..." The old woman looked worriedly at David's limp left hand.
"It doesn't matter."
David shook his head and said, "One hand doesn't matter. The master didn't let me heal him because he wanted to see how I would seize the throne of Dressrosa in this state..."
He turned his head and looked towards the palace, saying, "The fact that I was attacked earlier means that those traitors already knew. They won't abdicate so easily. Although I don't want bloodshed, this is the master's wish..."
He reached out his hand and began to have people change their nails.
The streamlined armor clung to David's body, and the half-helmet, resembling a wolf's head, covered his head, with a wolf's tail fluttering above it. His face was completely hidden by the darkness of the helmet.
The blue cloak around her neck was tattered from years of wear, now only reaching her back. The blue skirt armor on her legs was also torn and looked like it was pierced by needles, which added to her terrifying appearance.
Like a ferocious wolf.
The Pansha clan are wolf riders by nature.
Wolves are not without owners; it's just that to tame them, you need their own approval.
Now, Pansha has re-accepted someone: Lu Xilu.
He gripped the greatsword tightly, slung it over his back with one hand, lowered his legs slightly, and bent them. A steady voice came from inside his helmet.
"No matter how many people I kill, I will have the throne of Dressrosa! The war of eight hundred years ago will end today!"
"That's great, but I'm tied up in my naval duties and can't help you, but I can give you a heads-up: there are rats, aren't you going to take care of them?" Moore said with a smile.
Whoosh!
As soon as he finished speaking, a cloud of dust rose from where David was standing.
Like a ghost, David appeared in a large ruin. With a sweep of his greatsword, the ruin was shattered into pieces, revealing a disheveled woman dressed as a maid.
The woman stared at David in astonishment.
"That's a Baby-5!"
The sleazy-looking man exclaimed in surprise, "A member of the Don Quixote family!"
"So this is where it is..."
Moore stroked his chin. "Didn't you escape Dressrosa?"
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