At this point, Gawain took another sip of tea. Having been drinking strong liquor for the past few months, the tea had somehow lost its flavor.
However, he eventually swallowed the tea and continued speaking to the shocked Nicole Robin.
"As you've heard, I want to create a new World Government."
However, this World Government should not be formed by uniting all countries.
As it has been proven, even World Government composed of all allied nations cannot avoid conflicts and competition between them.
In this world, conflicts are hard to avoid—at home, in a family, in a city, and in a country.
While merging all countries into one nation cannot eliminate conflicts within individual households, the fewer national units there are, the smaller the conflicts within those social units will be.
In other words, what I want to build is not a nation of countless countries united together, but a nation of every family, and even every individual.
The unit of this World Government will no longer be one Affiliated Nation after another, but one family after another.
In this way, although the future is still unpredictable, at least there will be no more conflicts between countries, and ordinary people will no longer be forced into a situation where they cannot make a living due to the turmoil between countries.
Prosperity brings suffering to the people.
When the country falls, the people suffer.
So, the change I hope to bring to the world is to solve the problem of rise and fall once and for all, so that it will not repeat itself, or to find a way to prolong the time that causes such recurrence.
At this point, Gawain reached down to his lower back and took out a wine gourd that Red-Haired Shanks.
After uncorking the bottle and taking a delicious sip, Gawain forked off a small piece of cake and began to chew.
Meanwhile, across the table, Nicole Robin, after deep thought, finally couldn't help but ask Gawain.
"Gawain, our dream is what we call a dream."
Your kind of dream should more accurately be called a wild ambition!
But I really don't know, what reason do you have to value someone like me?
After all, I'm just a historian who barely learned while traveling, and merely a reader interested in books.
"No, you are still a descendant of Ohara!"
Gawain interrupted Robin, and said with utmost seriousness.
"History always carries the meaning of inheritance, but after Ohara was destroyed, the inheritance was obviously cut off."
Unfortunately, this happened in the past, and I couldn't stop it, but I hope I can rebuild it.
Although in daily life, most people do not deliberately study history.
But in special times, when people feel uneasy about the upheavals of life, history is an effective way to calm their minds.
You should know that whatever I do, no matter how noble my aspirations may be.
But in this process, I will also cause too much unease and panic for too many people. So, if you could, as a descendant of the Ohara people, show the public some of the history they need.
For example, some historical changes in the world that have led to a better future.
Then you will become one of the most excellent ways to bring peace of mind.
There are many other avenues similar to yours, such as music, entertainment, food, and many, many others.
If I hadn't met you, I might not have deliberately pursued authentic history. Instead, I might have found some seemingly trustworthy people and fabricated one historical episode after another that I needed.
But since you're here, your identity as a descendant of Ohara makes it easier for people to believe!
"Wait, sir!"
Suddenly, Nicole Robin frowned and said to Gawain in Gawain.
"If I heard you correctly, you intend for me to use history to appease people facing future turmoil."
So, you want me to fabricate a history that I respect immensely for you...
"It's not fiction!"
Gawain interrupted Nico Robin, saying softly.
"There is so much history in this world, Liar Noland or the Poneglyph, they are all part of history!"
I never ask you to fabricate history; I simply hope that when you collect and organize the lost texts of Ohara, you will prioritize showing the most positive parts to future generations who will find themselves increasingly turbulent!
History has its good and bad sides, just like a mirror reflecting reality. You can see your beauty in the mirror, and I can also see my ruthlessness in the mirror!
But it is precisely this duality that I want to utilize—to first show people the good side, such as things that have happened in history that are similar to what I want to do, or a country that has undergone reforms and subsequently experienced great prosperity!
Remember this: everything I want you to research and publish is true history!
As a historian, all you should care about is the authenticity of history.
It's not about how I applied actual history, is it?
I will not be someone who tampers with history. Even if you learn about the lost hundred years of history from the Poneglyph, I will not make any deletions or alterations to those things.
But the job of historians is to investigate and summarize history, not to be like celebrities and promote that history to everyone in the world.
The work of a historian is not like that of a madman, trying to instill all of history into everyone's mind and make everyone a historian like her!
At this point, Gawain looked at Nicole Robin seriously.
Facing Gawain's gaze, Nicole Robin hesitated for a moment before speaking softly to Gawain.
"Sir, you know my past very well, so you should also know that my mother is the kind of madwoman you described."
She is someone who, in addition to studying history, wants everyone to know about that history.
So, hearing you say that makes me... very sad!
Upon hearing this, Gawain's eyebrows twitched slightly. He tapped the table lightly with his finger and then spoke.
"Look at me, Robin. My elders and my clansmen all have this... arrogant attitude."
But like me, Robin, none of us need to live like elders!
"You're absolutely right..."
Robin nodded slightly, then picked up her black tea and sipped it slowly for a moment.
Then, she let out a soft sigh.
"During my years of displacement, I traveled to many countries and read and learned a great deal."
But whenever I think back to that time, I don't know how to face everything from the past.
If everything is for the sake of history, then the destruction of Ohara was worthwhile; true history does not allow historians to compromise with any power!
But a large part of the reason for Ohara's destruction was that my elders, while researching those things, made their research known to countless people...
I understand what you mean; history can be like a bookshelf, quietly sitting there.
As for which book a reader prefers to pick up, that shouldn't be decided by the person who arranges the bookshelves!
In short, I agree to your conditions. I will not act like a madman and force you or anyone else to read the historical documents that I and other scholars have compiled.
But I hope you can assure me that, under no circumstances will you commit any dirty acts of rewriting history!
Just as you said, scholars should have their own integrity!
So, if I find any changes to the text I've recorded...
I just...
"Go ahead and yell at me like that, Robin!"
Gawain interrupted Robin, saying with a smile.
"It's perfectly fine for you to be harsh with me, but try to say as little as possible about things that could harm yourself, even if it's just in a vow, and definitely don't do them in reality!"
You may not understand, but for you, for my other companions and subordinates, and even for this Sand Crocodile has just joined me and is not yet fully convinced of my loyalty.
I care about you all far more than you do!
Because you are my beginning and my foundation."
As soon as he finished speaking, Gawain leisurely drank the wine in the gourd. Across from him, seeing Gawain put down the gourd, Robin gently pursed his lips.
She herself couldn't quite explain her state of mind.
And so, she stared intently at the gourd in Gawain's hand, her mind a jumble of thoughts...
Gawain, noticing Robin's gaze, Gawain hard.
He then quickly hid the gourd behind his waist.
"Don't even think about it! This gourd is something I traded with Shanks, and it's related to several of our agreements. I absolutely cannot give it to you!"
"Why?!!"
As soon as Gawain finished speaking, Robin's wandering thoughts finally found their anchor.
Surprised, she finally couldn't help but roll her eyes.
"My lord, would I possibly covet your gourd!"
I was just... just a little distracted!
As soon as he finished speaking, Robin stood up solemnly and then tried to kneel down in front of Gawain.
But Gawain reached out and stopped her.
"If you want to take an oath, you can kneel on one knee, but you don't need to take any oaths."
Whether there are oaths or not, it doesn't affect whether I trust you or not. So, do more work and less formality.
As soon as he finished speaking, Gawain pulled Robin up and casually rubbed Robin's head.
Robin is 1.88 meters tall, which is considerably shorter than Gawain, who grew to 2.1 meters after exercising. Gawain can easily rub him.
At the same time, Gawain also spoke to Crocodile, who was standing there dumbfounded, and who wanted to kneel down as well after seeing Robin kneel.
"You don't need to kneel anymore. Kneeling back and forth only destroys your own dignity and nature, and does nothing to help your work."
Remember what I said: I want your Baroque Works to work for me. Now, stop your previous plans, destroy the Dance Powder, and keep only a small sample.
At the same time, I compiled my assistance to Alabasta into various news reports and quickly spread them throughout Alabasta!
Then, gather your subordinates and have them assemble on my Dark Bird Ship, assigning them to my special agents.
As for you, you can remain their captain!
"Yes, sir!"
Upon hearing this, what could Crocodile say?
He was already powerless to resist.
To say that he has completely surrendered would be utterly untrue; he is not that kind of person.
But now, after learning a little more about Gawain, he can see Gawain as another new Alabasta.
For the past fourteen years, he has been playing role-playing games in Alabasta.
Now, can't he just play role-playing games with Gawain?
Seeing Crocodile's obedient expression, Gawain nodded slightly, then looked out the window.
It's raining again...
As he spoke, Gawain picked up the black tea on the table and drank another cup.
Then, he whispered instructions to the two of them.
"Alubarna not a place to stay. Come back to Katorea with me."
Follow in my footsteps and solve Alabasta's drought from the outside in!
As he spoke, Gawain took Robin's hand and at the same time lifted Crocodile's shirt from his shoulder.
A moment later, the three of them dashed out of Alubarna City like Inazuma.
In Katorea, the census work continues smoothly. Due to Shiryu's killing of many people in the Underworld, the order in the ordinary world is becoming increasingly well-maintained.
Don't ask why there's Underworld in Katorea, and don't assume it's a product of lawless places.
In the Underworld Piece, the underworld is as ubiquitous as organized crime.
Even if it's not visible on the surface, once you accidentally report the biggest KTV in your area, the unfinished buildings in your city, the sand delivery company, the beer delivery company, the excavator operator, the miner, the health product seller, or the microloan company...
When that time comes, you'll be able to see what the Underworld is really like...
In short, even someone like Shiryu would be a good weapon for Gawain.
Yes, he is indeed a pervert, but does being a pervert necessarily have to be condemned?
As long as we apply his perversion to this kind of situation.
His abnormality is precisely what allows him to guide order towards excellence.
Just as Shiryu his knife in the Underworld district, Gawain appeared before Shiryu with Inazuma.
The moment he appeared, Spandam, who was leading his men to seize the assets of the Underworld in the distance, immediately knelt down in a thunderous roar.
"Gawain, how could your noble steps be allowed to enter such a place...?"
"Stop!"
Gawain rudely interrupted Spandam, but this time, he released Robin and the other man, turned to Spandam, and patted Spandam's mechanical thigh.
"You look like you're working very hard, good job, keep it up!"
"Yes, sir!"
Spandam nodded excitedly.
After encouraging Spandam, Gawain turned to look at Shiryu, who had just beheaded someone, and the hundreds of people who were bound and kneeling before Shiryu.
With just a glance, Gawain waved to Shiryu.
"Shiryu, how many have you killed?"
"Not many, just over three hundred!"
Shiryu grinned, then said cruelly.
"These bastards, who were already lurking in the dark world, have taken advantage of the recent drought to do a lot of things that even I find disgusting."
Money, women, tsk tsk, these guys have all sorts of goals; their black market has long lost its humanity.
So, hehe, according to my plan, I still need to kill two or three hundred more closely related guys.
"Sir, look..."
"You can continue. I just wanted to remind you to be more discreet so no one can take pictures, and also to introduce you to our new member!"
At this point, Gawain pushed the two people beside him toward Shiryu.
"This is Nicole Robin, a historian and a successor of Ohara, whom I highly regard."
As for the other one, you definitely know him, Crocodile, Sand Crocodile the Shichibukai!
As Gawain spoke, those people nearby, who had been too frightened to look up by the constant deaths of their fellow travelers, couldn't help but look up at Crocodile.
Immediately afterwards, one of them shouted at Crocodile.
"He's a hero!"
"Great Hero Crocodile, please save us!"
"Yes, national heroes! We were just staying at home, and suddenly that devil dragged us out and beheaded us!"
"Snort!"
Hearing this, Shiryu spat in annoyance. The instant the spittle fell into the river of blood, Shiryu arrived in front of the guy who had spoken last.
He grabbed the bastard by the collar and said coldly to him.
"Yes, you do stay at home, but why don't you mention that you also keep more than two hundred female slaves in your house, whom you traded for vegetables from your cellar?"
"And you even killed more than forty of them?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Shiryu sword; he simply shoved his thumbs into the guy's eye sockets.
Then, with a forceful pull of his hands, he split the guy's head open like an apple.
At that moment, Shiryu revealed an expression of utter satisfaction, as if he were experiencing an orgasm.
His actions only fueled the panic among the others who were waiting to die.
The group clamored and looked at Crocodile, pleading repeatedly.
The one closest to Crocodile roared at Crocodile.
"Hero, did you see that? That devil is a madman!"
He's lying, he made it all up! We're innocent, we're innocent!!!
Crocodile, listening to the prisoner's words, frowned slightly.
Then, meeting the prisoner's expectant gaze, Crocodile looked around.
Great, there are no outsiders here!
Crocodile responded coldly.
Whether you are guilty or not is not important, because weakness itself is a sin!
Moreover, I trust Gawain's subordinates more than you do.
As soon as he finished speaking, Crocodile turned his head away, no longer looking at those who could only wait to die.
As for Robin standing to the side...
Hehe, she remained unfazed, even appearing somewhat pleased.
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