Chapter 3 Powerful 'Pirates'
East China Sea, Goa Kingdom, Grand Line, Devil Fruit...
Navy, pirates, world government, world aristocracy...
The memories stored in the soldier-chief were quickly read and analyzed.
By the time Yale let go of his hand, he had already gained a certain understanding of the civilization on this unknown blue planet.
In a nutshell, it is an ignorant planet centered on slavery, colonial plunder, and resource monopoly.
However, Yale could also understand that the terrain and power structure of this planet made it difficult for society to develop.
Unless an extremely powerful person or group appears - this person or group must also have open-minded and equal ideas - and force everyone together.
Otherwise, judging from the current situation of the planet, even if they were given another one or two hundred years, there would be no change.
Unfortunately, they already have a ruling group that spans the world - the World Government, and they have the opportunity to unite and prosper together.
However, the World Government obeys the orders of the world's nobles, the Celestial Dragons.
The navy he leads is essentially just an armed force to safeguard the interests of the world government and a violent machine to suppress revolutionary movements.
Oh, what good luck...
I unexpectedly met Captain Yale, who loves to help others the most.
Yale raised his hand and knocked on his helmet.
As the helmet quickly retracted and disappeared, he lowered his eyes to look at the soldier commander who was slowly climbing up from the beach.
"Go, take this to your king."
"Yes, Captain Yale!" The soldier officer immediately raised his hands and respectfully took the thing handed over by Yale.
It was a small metal ball with some interlocking lines on the silver shell, but if you touched it carefully, you would find that the surface of the lines was seamless and there was no feeling of protrusion.
After properly placing the metal ball, the sergeant looked at the soldiers who were hesitating not far away and dared not come forward.
His tone immediately returned to its stern tone, "What are you still standing there for! Pack your things and come back with me immediately!"
The soldiers looked at each other hesitantly and did not obey the order immediately.
They saw the series of events that just happened.
They intuitively felt that something seemed to have changed about their leader, as if... he had become a different person.
"One or two, are you all idiots?!"
During this moment of hesitation, the commander had already arrived in front of them and gave each of the people in the front row a slap on the head.
"Idiot, do you think we can defeat that man?" The officer lowered his voice and explained hurriedly.
"They're willing to give us something in return. Do we really need to start another conflict with them and let them kill us all?"
These words immediately made the soldiers react.
I see. So that's what the commander was thinking.
They were thinking too much. How could they change people under the eyes of so many people?
The soldiers immediately began to pack up their things, and as they left with their commander, they bowed and nodded to express their gratitude and goodbye to the elder.
They all ignored it, or even if they still remembered it, they didn't want to think about it - how did the officer know the adult's name when the adult didn't say anything.
…
The soldiers left quickly, leaving the villagers of Windmill Village to confront the mysterious and strange man who looked quite difficult to deal with from a distance.
The helmet that was covering the other person's face has disappeared.
In plain sight, no one knew how it disappeared.
This further confirmed the man's identity as a devil fruit user.
But in this world, there are very few good people who have abilities and are willing to live in peace with ordinary people.
The sea breeze blew gently, blowing up the other person's bright and flamboyant red hair.
Under his red hair, he has a handsome face. Below his golden eyes, there are symmetrical golden dark lines that blend into his skin.
This has of course undergone some adjustments. As an alien, it is impossible for him to look exactly like the people on this planet.
Yale glanced over and didn't even need to spy on them. Their thoughts were as easy to capture as the distress signal of a distressed starship.
"You don't need to be afraid of me. I won't do anything to you." Yale spread his hands and walked towards the group of villagers.
"In fact, I will be your future king, and you can start from today - know me, worship me, and follow me!"
He spoke passionately, but the content of his words made it hard for people to truly feel at ease.
Becoming the future king or something like that—either that was just bragging or an attempt to start a war. Based on their previous performance, a battle with the Kingdom of Goa might not be impossible.
Perhaps at the end of the horizon that they could not see, this man's fleet was quietly lurking there, waiting for the captain's orders.
"You really won't hurt us?"
Village Chief Wupu took a few steps forward and asked with a serious expression.
If the other party wants to delay time, they must at least stabilize him first, and then contact the nearby naval base and...Garp through Den Den Mushi.
Garp seemed to be a navy man they trusted.
Yale tilted his head and tried hard not to laugh out loud.
He cooperated and said, "Of course, as the captain of the Eternal Night Pirates, I will not harm you."
The Eternal Night Pirates? In a world known as the 'XX Pirates', calling themselves a pirate group is indeed strange.
But never mind, it's the name of a pirate group anyway, and this man can already be confirmed to be the captain of a pirate group with the ability of a devil fruit.
"It's Captain - a starship, a spaceship." Yale couldn't help but correct him.
"I know you don't understand. Just remember not to confuse captain with ship captain. Please call me Captain Yale, or—Respected Captain Yale."
The villagers were confused.
What starship? A naval battleship? A spaceship? Isn't that still a ship?
Village Chief Wupu's face changed drastically, and he took several steps back quickly with agility far beyond his age.
"You, you, you—you can read minds?!"
What he was thinking of just now was 'Pirate Captain', and the man naturally corrected the title.
As soon as these words were asked, the faces of all the villagers turned pale.
Being able to read minds means that this man heard everything they had just said in their hearts!
"Yeah, I heard everything, so don't expose your ignorance to me anymore." Yale grinned threateningly.
"I have a bad temper and my patience has its limits. From now on, obey my orders carefully, and I promise that you will live a safe and happy life."
After he finished speaking, no one responded.
Several young and strong young men looked at each other secretly, hesitating whether to resist.
A Devil Fruit user can only possess one ability.
If this man's ability is to read minds, then perhaps they can—
"I'm sorry, because you guys are so behind, I overlooked a step."
Yale clapped his hands, bringing those restless people back to their senses. "A display of strength, right? No matter what kind of civilization it is, great power is always the most convenient pass."
The villagers looked at him and saw him raise one hand and raise his fingers slightly.
The sea not far away suddenly surged up with huge waves, and a huge black shadow flew out of the sea and fell heavily on the beach.
People screamed, frightened by the huge noise and shocked by the man's powerful strength.
That dark shadow—the sea beast lying motionless on the beach—is the king of the sea patrolling the waters around Windmill Village.
"It looks pretty good, right? Quite plump. It should be good if roasted." Yale was already a little hungry.
If he hadn't encountered the electromagnetic storm, he should be in the starship's restaurant at this moment, enjoying his captain's meal.
"Go cook, okay? Get rid of it." He looked at the pale-faced village chief. This man must know better than him who is the best cook in the village.
"Chief of Windmill Village, please don't ask me to use other means to control your actions. I prefer to coexist peacefully with you, the natives of this planet."
"We understand." The person who answered him was not the village chief, but a woman with green hair.
The other party looked at him solemnly, his voice trembling, but still very courageous, "We will do as you say, please don't hurt us!"
Yale smiled with satisfaction, "Of course, I never thought of hurting you."
…
The King of the Offshore is dead.
The corpse without any external injuries looked very strange.
The villagers obeyed Yale's orders.
Some began to laboriously process the body with knives, while others went to collect firewood to make a fire in preparation for cooking.
Yale sat on a metal recliner.
This was not provided by the villagers, but was pieced together by the decorative metal pieces on his body that moved when he had the tendency to sit down.
The disappearance process of his helmet was exactly the opposite of the formation process of the chair.
Ignoring the village chief's hurried departure, Yale supported his chin with his right hand and clicked on the virtual screen projected in front of him with his left hand.
The carrier-based spacecraft that had disappeared before appeared in the form of a projection, with all the faulty parts marked in flashing red.
There is so much damage.
There are neither qualified engineers nor the corresponding metal components in this world, so there is definitely no hope of repairing it.
Forget it, let’s just wait for the crew to rescue us.
He didn't really want to go to Singularity to attend the auction.
Yale flicked his finger, and the projection of the ship-borne spacecraft immediately disappeared, replaced by a zigzag red line.
This is the route the group of soldiers took. It seems they haven't reached their destination yet.
With a swipe of the hand, the route disappeared.
Yale stood up and walked leisurely towards the village chief's hut with his hands behind his back.
Inside the hut, the anxious voice of Village Chief Wupu reached Yale's ears clearly.
"Don't worry, we're not in danger for now. We'll cooperate with him! You must come quickly!"
After several signal jumps, Village Chief Up finally contacted Vice Admiral Garp who was far away in the Grand Line.
Windmill Village is the other party's hometown and has never been invaded by pirates before, so Up rarely uses Den Den Mushi to ask Garp for help.
But now it's different, a powerful pirate has come here.
Upp felt that even if people from the nearby naval base came, they might not be able to win, and only if Garp came in person would it be the most reliable.
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