"I don't know if this wine is cheap or not, but you great pirates can drink whatever you want, it's all about the atmosphere."
He placed the wine glass in front of the two graves, then took out sherry, poured another glass, and placed it alone in front of the prosthetic limb.
"As for you, old man, I know you're just like Kuzan, only good at this kind of thing. Although I just killed you, it's just a ritual, don't think too much about it. Well, you can't hear me anyway."
He placed the sherry bottle in front of the prosthetic leg, and then set out food in front of the three graves.
After doing all this, he lit three cigars and placed them on the food in front of the three graves.
Only then did he light his own cigar, bite into it, and exhale the smoke.
"Twenty-six years..."
Kuro looked at the almost transparent sky above and said, "It's been twenty-six years. I've lived this long, and my memories of my old home are only a few bits and pieces. I'm more like a local now. I have to say, you get used to this world after a while; when in Rome, do as the Romans do..."
"Luckily I still remember the date, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to burn paper money for Qingming Festival. Although it's not here yet, according to our custom, we can burn paper money both before and after Qingming Festival."
"I'll pay my respects to you first this time. When the specific day comes, I'll go back to the East China Sea to pay my respects to my parents."
Kuro paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Life is truly unpredictable. As for you, Zephyr, I never expected to burn paper money for pirates... But it's quite heroic, especially for you, Shiki. If you had met me sooner, I might have been conquered by your heroism and followed you around for twenty years. After you died, I might have actually inherited your position as the admiral of the Flying Pirates."
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