How do you know me!?
Dragon was surprised that Roy called him by his name directly.
In my memory, I shouldn't have had any interaction with the Roy Pirates.
"I heard you're building a ' Revolutionary Army '?"
Roy's next question caused the dragon's pupils to contract slightly.
He had kept the Revolutionary Army's activities very secret, so much so that even the World Government hadn't noticed. How could Roy have known?
How did you know?
"Dragon asked in a deep voice, "Ivankov and " Karasu " behind him immediately assumed defensive stances.
Roy shrugged and chuckled.
"Don't be nervous, I mean no harm."
"As for how I knew... just assume I'm well-informed."
After all, I'm quite interested in the idea of overthrowing the World Government.
"But now is not the time to talk about this."
Look!
Roy pointed around.
More and more naval soldiers are gathering in this direction.
It's clear they've discovered these two groups of "suspicious individuals."
"The navy has surrounded them."
Roy looked at the bear and Ginny.
I know you have a lot to say, but now is not the time for reminiscing.
He then looked at the dragon:
"Mr. Long, would you like to leave with us first?"
My boat can take you away from Loguetown.
Dragon was silent for a few seconds, then looked at Ivankov.
Ivankov nodded and said in a low voice,
"Dragon, let's leave first; it's too dangerous here."
The dragon finally made a decision.
"Okay, thank you for your help, Captain Roy."
"No trouble at all, come with me."
Roy led the group into another alley, avoiding the main street, and quickly moved towards the back mountain.
The team has grown even larger.
Now, the Roy Pirates, including Shanks, Buggy, and Dragon, have a total of over twenty members.
With so many people moving together, it's easy to attract attention.
Fortunately, Roy's Observation Haki allowed him to predict the routes of the naval patrols in advance, enabling him to skillfully lead the group to avoid them.
Half an hour later, they finally arrived at the forest behind the mountain.
The Ark Maxim rested on an open field, its dark golden hull partially obscured by the shade of the trees.
"This is... the Ark Maxim? Why has the color changed!" Shanks and Buggy asked curiously, looking at the Ark Maxim that had changed color.
"Just some minor modifications!"
Dragon, Karasu, Ivankov were all seeing a flying ship for the first time, and their eyes flashed with surprise.
"Let's get on the ship."
Roy was the first to leap onto the deck. " Tesoro, prepare for takeoff."
"Yes, boss!"
Tesoro walked to the control panel in the center of the ship and placed his hands on the control panel.
Golden arcs of electricity surged from his fingertips, flowing into the ship's energy system.
Buzz--!
The Ark Maxim trembled slightly, and the ship began to slowly rise into the air.
"Hurry up!"
"Tesoro shouted."
Everyone immediately grabbed onto the gunwale or other fixed objects.
The Ark Maxim accelerated its ascent, quickly breaking through the tree canopy and rising to a height of several hundred meters.
From the air, the Loguetown has become a sea of chaos.
At the port, the crowd surged like ants, and naval soldiers formed a human wall to try to stop them.
But the results were minimal—too many people wanted to go to sea.
Further out at sea, many ships had already broken through the blockade and were heading out to sea.
"Here we go..."
Roy muttered to himself, " The Great Pirate Era."
The Ark Maxim continued its ascent, soaring through the clouds and leaving Loguetown behind.
The atmosphere on the ship was somewhat complicated.
Shanks and Buggy stood on the ship's side, watching the Loguetown grow smaller and smaller.
Their eyes were filled with sorrow—that was where their captain had fallen.
Bear and Ginny were talking to Ivankov; the three of them were speaking in hushed tones, but it was clear they were all very excited.
The dragon and the Karasu stood on the other side, vigilantly observing the situation on the ship.
Roy walked up to the dragon and smiled:
"Relax, Mr. Long."
The dragon turned its head and looked intently at Roy:
" Captain Roy, why are you helping us?"
"Why?"
Roy laughed.
"Perhaps it's because... we have a common enemy."
"A common enemy? The World Government?"
"That's right."
Roy gazed at the distant horizon.
The world is sick, very sick.
The Celestial Dragons are high and mighty, the World Government is corrupt and incompetent, and ordinary people live in dire straits.
Some choose to escape, some choose to endure, and some... choose to change.
He looked at the dragon:
"You chose the third path, didn't you?"
The dragon remained silent for a long time, then finally nodded:
"Yes.
But I'm still figuring it out... I don't know what to do.
"Let's talk then."
Roy patted the dragon on the shoulder.
I am very interested in your ' Revolutionary Army '.
Perhaps... I can offer you some advice.
The dragon's eyes lit up.
Inside the Ark Maxim meeting room, Roy and Dragon sat facing each other.
Two cups of hot tea were on the table, but neither of them touched them.
" Captain Roy, you said you could give me some advice..."
Long cut to the chase, "What's your suggestion?"
Roy picked up his teacup and gently blew on the steam.
"Mr. Long, what are your goals in establishing the Revolutionary Army?"
"Overthrow the World Government and establish a fair and free New World."
The dragon answered without hesitation.
"A great goal."
Roy nodded.
"But do you know what's needed to achieve this goal?"
"Strength."
The dragon said,
"Only a sufficiently powerful force can overthrow the World Government that has ruled for eight hundred years."
"That's right, power."
Roy put down his teacup.
But there are many kinds of power.
Military force is power, financial resources are power, and popular support... is also a kind of power.
He looked at the dragon:
What do you have now?
How many people? How many guns? Or a few like-minded comrades?
The dragon remained silent.
The Revolutionary Army is indeed still very weak, with only a few core members and almost no influence.
"Therefore, what you need most right now is not to wave the revolutionary banner high and parade around in the streets."
Roy said slowly, "Instead, 'build high walls, store up grain, and delay declaring yourself king.'"
"Build high walls... store up grain... delay declaring yourself king?"
The dragon repeated these words, a thoughtful glint in its eyes.
"That's right."
Roy explained,
"Build high walls - establish a stable base, cultivate your own power, and build a strong defense."
Accumulate grain reserves – build up financial, material, and human resources to prepare for a protracted struggle.
"Delay your ambitions—before you have sufficient strength, do not reveal your ambitions prematurely; develop your strength discreetly and wait for the right opportunity."
The dragon's eyes grew brighter and brighter.
These words seemed to open a new door for him.
He had been thinking about how to quickly expand the Revolutionary Army and how to declare war on the World Government as soon as possible.
However, they overlooked the most fundamental things—survival and development.
"There's one more thing."
Roy continued,
We must learn to unite all forces that can be united.
The World Government ruled for eight hundred years, making countless enemies.
Pirates, oppressed races, disgruntled Affiliated Nation... these are all potential allies.
Don't think about going it alone; be good at using contradictions, dividing enemies, and uniting friends.