Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history

Chapter 229 Special Gift

"You, don't call me my job title..."

When Darren lifted his chin so frivolously and was called "Lieutenant Colonel Gion", Gion felt a sense of shame well up in his heart for no reason.

"Oh? This is your exclusive office in the training camp. I won't call you your job title, so what should I call you?"

Darren looked at the girl with the temperament of a concubine in his arms with great interest. Gion, who always had a cold style, showed such a shy and confused expression, which made him want to stop, and he said with a half-smile.

"You know this is the office! You damn bastard!!"

Gion noticed Darren's narrow gaze and bit Darren's shoulder viciously, but it didn't leave even the slightest trace. Instead, his teeth hurt a little.

Are you kidding me? It would be weird if her "steel body" had its defenses broken like this.

"I just knew this was an office, so I couldn't wait. I'm sorry."

Darren chuckled and showed off his "scum" style to the fullest.

"But you were clearly enjoying it just now..."

Gion rolled his eyes at him.

This lecherous bastard immediately locked the door as soon as he walked into the office, and then couldn't wait to hug himself.

But what made Gion feel even more ashamed and unbearable was that he seemed to be more... sensitive than usual, maybe because he was in the office.

A thrilling feeling that she might be discovered at any time hit her heart. This evil thought made every time Darren touched her skin, it felt like an electric current was flowing through her... numb and itchy.

"asshole!"

Gion cursed in a low voice, unwilling to admit it.

Darren smiled, stretched out his hand to smooth Gion's messy, sweaty hair, and praised sincerely:

"Gion, you are so beautiful."

He has a cold and mature temperament, a fair face with a lingering blush, red lips exhaling fragrance, tiredness and laziness, a proud character mixed with a bit of contrasting shyness... Gion at this moment is indeed Don't have any style.

"snort!"

Gion snorted, slapped his paw away with a cold face, raised his head to reveal his long and white neck, like a proud white swan.

But Dalun could clearly see the corners of her mouth tilting up in an invisible arc.

What a arrogant girl...

"I haven't seen you for a while. Do you miss me?"

Darren blew out a stream of smoke, put his arms around Gion's slender waist, and said softly.

"No!" Gion snorted and turned his head away from him.

Darren sighed sadly and said sadly:

"That's such a pity. Fortunately, I brought you a gift."

"real!?"

Gion turned his head in surprise, but met Darren's narrow gaze, and his pretty face suddenly became hot.

As if to hide something, she hesitated and said:

"I-I'm not expecting a gift from you..."

Darren smiled, and as if by magic, an extra coin suddenly appeared in his hand.

"A coin?" Gion was startled.

"It's not just a coin, well, this is one of the trophies of my operation, a coin from the 'Coin Island'."

Darren said with a smile, full of confidence.

"Be patient."

As he spoke, wisps of weak blue arcs suddenly bloomed between his fingers.

A strange scene appeared.

As Gion's beautiful eyes gradually widened, the coin in Darren's hand suddenly "melted" and "squirmed" like a living thing, then stretched and deformed.

Like the silk threads of a delicate craftsman, or like the undulations of faint ripples, the liquid metal is entangled and intertwined with each other, and finally outlines the exquisite flower shape.

In Gion's eyes, it was like a pale golden rose blooming gorgeously in the hands of the Commodore!

Looking at the gold foil rose in his hand, Darren exhaled slightly, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead unknowingly.

If it hadn't been for the improvement in the development of his Devil Fruit abilities after many battles, the person he was half a year ago would not have been able to reach this level.

To reconstruct a coin into a gold foil rose, the level of sophistication involved is unimaginable and very difficult. The user with the ability of the Magnetic Fruit must have a very high degree of control over the Devil Fruit ability to be able to do it.

"I thought that the 'Coin Island' didn't have any special products, so I came up with this idea. When I go on a mission in the future, every time I go to a country, I will take a piece of that country's currency and make a rose like this for you... …”

Before Darren could finish speaking, he felt his mouth being blocked passionately by a pair of warm lips.

Kiss hard.

After a full ten seconds, the two separated.

Darren stared blankly at Gion, who had moist eyes and a red face, and asked with a smile:

"Do you like this gift?"

Gion didn't dare to look into Darren's eyes and just nodded with a blushing face.

Looking at the delicate golden rose, the corners of her mouth raised involuntarily.

There are many people pursuing her in this sea.

Young talents from large chambers of commerce, princes from franchised countries, elites in the navy, talented nobles...

These people pursue her in various ways.

He has more wealth than an ordinary person can spend in a lifetime, he has his favorite famous swords, all kinds of rare and exotic items, and he has received countless love letters and flowers.

But no one has ever given her such a "cheap" and "expensive" gift.

There are countless things like coins everywhere on that island.

But I was thinking that it was on that island that Darren used these coins to effortlessly annihilate the armada of the legendary pirate Golden Lion Shiji...

This coin is given a unique meaning.

The most important thing is that unlike others, Darren carefully uses his Devil Fruit ability to add his own feelings to the coins with unique meanings.

How could Gion not love this unique gift! ?

"So, have you missed me during this time?"

When Darren saw Gion's shy look, his thoughts of teasing became more intense and he smiled.

Gion Beito bit his lower lip and glared at him fiercely.

Darren laughed and hugged her waist tightly.

Come again?

Gion's eyes widened and he subconsciously said worriedly:

"You...your injuries..."

"It's okay." Darren disagreed.

"Wait...let me go...bastard..."

"Aren't you enjoying it too?"

"How, how is it possible...such a thing..."