Pirates: I am the devil

Chapter 66: The Mystery of Life (Seeking Follow-up Reading)

"Brother Sirens, how come you have grown so big all of a sudden?"

"That's how puberty works. If you don't see him for a few days, he'll grow a lot taller."

"That's great. I want to grow up quickly, too."

"Don't be in a hurry. Enjoy your childhood first. Otherwise, it will be too late to regret when you grow up."

"No way."

Faint sounds of conversation were heard, and the old gladiator who was being tortured in his dream suspected that he was hallucinating. How could there be the voice of a child in the dungeon?

It was this doubt that made him realize something was wrong, and then his strong will made him wake up from the dream instantly.

When I opened my eyes, what came into view was an unfamiliar ceiling, and what flowed into my nose was a faint smell of disinfectant alcohol and medicine.

Am I... in the treatment room?
This shouldn't be the case. The Capone family brats have always wanted to kill me. After the first few games, they skipped the medical process and only left me a roll of bandages without even any hemostatic medicine.

How could he be so kind as to send me to...

Wait!

Capone Becky should be dead now, I chopped off his head with my own hands!

And not only him, even his father died in my hands!

The memories before he fainted were recovered bit by bit, including the last life-and-death duel, the arena where a gang fight broke out, the killing of father and son, Old Dendeli, and the quietly standing black figure.

"What does Robin want to do when he grows up?" A voice as gentle as jade sounded from across the wall, like an older brother trying to make a child happy.

Hearing the voice, the old gladiator's eyes suddenly widened, and he sat up with his hands on the hard bed covered with a layer of bedding, and looked at the defenseless wooden door with his tiger eyes.

There, warm yellow light shone in from the gap at the bottom of the door, as if his dying life was being injected with new life.

And he was like a flying insect in the candlelight, his eyes fixed on the direction of the light and the sound. Even though his seriously injured body was wailing due to the sudden force just now, his gaze could not be diverted in the slightest.

He looked down at the bandages wrapped all over his body. Fortunately, the action just now did not cause the wound to rupture, otherwise the oozing blood would be particularly glaring.

The disheveled old man grabbed the hospital gown neatly folded next to his pillow, put it on, and got out of bed carefully with tense movements.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, he noticed something unusual.

Looking down, I saw a bald middle-aged man with his limbs curled up hiding in the corner. He was wearing a white coat and looked like a doctor.

The other party seemed to be awakened by the noise he had just made, and was looking at him with horror on his face, not knowing what had happened.

But thinking about it, the person who provided treatment to him just now should be this bald doctor. The old gladiator bowed slightly to thank him, then walked out the door.

In an unknown small clinic, Robin was talking about his dream, his voice a little sad:

"I want to fulfill the last wishes of Dr. Clover and my mother, find all the historical texts, uncover the truth of history, and fill in the blank of the hundred years."

Sirens resisted the urge to frown when he heard this, and stretched out his hands to pinch the little girl's cheeks and pull them to the sides:
“That’s going to be hard.”

To be honest, what he hated most about O'Hara's group of archaeologists was that they put all the pressure and expectations on an 8-year-old girl.

This mountain-like burden would most likely crush a little girl of eight years old, let alone a mentally strong adult.

"It's not hard." Little Robin shook his head gently, his face very serious.

She seemed to have noticed the change in Siren's mood, so she shook the hand on her cheek and said coquettishly:
"Besides, don't you have me here? With you here, I won't feel tired at any time."

Seeing her acting like a little rascal, Siren felt inexplicably amused.

Sooner or later he will overturn the world anyway, so this historical text should just be considered as an alternative figurine in Robin's collection.

At least it's better than falling in love with some weird ugly things. With a creaky sound, the wooden door of the clinic ward was opened, and an old man wrapped in bandages and wearing a hospital gown walked out.

After a simple cleaning and wiping off the blood on his face, the old gladiator no longer looked as disheveled as before.

He has a face that is clearly that of an Oriental. Even though there are a few hideous scars and marks left by time on his face, one can still tell that when he was young he must have been a famous handsome man in the area.

The old gladiator's gaze fell on the two people, one big and one small, who were chatting in the middle of the living room, especially the black-haired young man facing this side. His eyes, full of vicissitudes of life, shook violently.

Like, so similar.

Be it the heroic sword-like eyebrows, the aggressive eyes, or the delicate and majestic facial features, they were all exactly the same as the one he remembered.

Restraining his inner excitement, he took two steps forward, gently bent his right knee and slowly lowered it until his knee firmly touched the ground.

The moment he knelt on one knee, he straightened his back, placed his left hand on top of his right fist, looked at the black-haired young man in front of him with shining eyes, and his voice could not hide his trembling:

“Thank you for your help, if I hadn’t met you, I would have died tragically in the arena today.

This kindness cannot be repaid even if I were to be torn to pieces."

Listening to such a familiar way of speaking, Siren was really afraid that the next sentence he would say was "If you don't mind, I'd like to be your godfather", which would greatly enhance his generation.

Fortunately, the old gladiator was a normal person and would not say such insane words. He just asked solemnly:

"My name is Xin, and I come from the Kingdom of Flowers. I don't know your name, but could you please tell me so that I can have a chance to repay you?"

This was said openly, but Sirens could see that the old man named "Xin" wanted to take the opportunity to trick people, or to confirm his identity.

However, he also wanted to know what secrets this old man was hiding, so he stated his identity directly:
"Quetzal Sirens, from O'Hara."

As a slave gladiator who was given special care, Old Man Xin had been kept in solitary confinement. Before this, he had never seen or heard anything related to Sirens.

Therefore, he did not show any big reaction to this name that resounded throughout the sea. He still knelt on one knee on the ground and asked in a deep voice:
"Sir Sirens, please forgive me for being so rude, but may I ask if your mother's name is Rose?"

"Why do you ask about this?"

"Because you look a lot like someone I once knew."

"You suspect I'm your old friend?"

"Yes."

Sirens nodded in understanding: "Then I guess you have found the wrong person. My mother's name is Saffie Rose."

To be honest, he was a little confused when he dug out the names of his original body's parents from his memory, but considering that this is the world of pirates, there are all kinds of weird combinations, so there is no need to be surprised.

After hearing Sirens' answer, Old Man Xin's eyes not only did not become dim, but even became a little brighter.

His tense back and shoulders suddenly relaxed at this moment. He took a deep breath as if he had finally completed his mission, suppressing the throbbing in his heart.

"It can't be wrong. The pseudonym that Her Highness Rose prepared back then was Saphie Rose!"

After saying this, the old man, who was wrapped in bandages, couldn't hold back any longer and burst into tears:

"Young Master, I finally found you!"

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