After hammering away for a while, Vikengam went into the sea to rinse the sweat off his body.
When he returned, Roger was already awake, sitting in a sun lounger and reading the newspaper Gaban had brought over.
"There's no way Red would cooperate with Shiki. What was Shiki thinking? He still had the nerve to go looking for him?" Roger casually mocked as he read the news.
"You're pretty familiar with that Red Count?" Vikengam sat beside Roger, picked up an unopened bottle from the table, and asked.
"Not that familiar, but we get along well enough. He's a thoughtful guy. Though he calls himself a pirate, he's actually got a very pure heart," Roger said with some feeling.
"Pure?" Vikengam blew on the bottle, turning it into a cold drink, then took a swig and asked curiously.
"Yeah, pure. Can you imagine it? He only robs the World Government's treasure, then secretly distributes what he takes among poor families..." Roger said with a smile.
"Hm?" Vikengam rubbed his chin. This sounded strangely familiar.
Ah, right. Whitebeard!
Though Whitebeard did not only rob the World Government, he also liked playing philanthropist behind the scenes, secretly sending his treasure back to his hometown, Sphinx Island.
He was so broke himself that whenever he wanted a drink, he had to put it on Rocks' tab.
Now that he had formed his own pirate crew, he was probably putting the bills under his adopted sons' names instead.
Come to think of it, the newspaper had reported not long ago that the Whitebeard Pirates had grown even stronger. Whitey Bay, the Ice Witch of the New World, had joined his ranks.
Without dwelling on the topic of Redfield, Vikengam took the newspaper from Roger and started reading it himself.
"Isn't this Garp? He