One Piece Dragon System

Chapter 390: The Old Man Who Is Too Old!

As the capital of India, New Delhi is the national political, economic and cultural center, the second largest city in India, and the largest commercial center in northern India.

In the center of Mlas Square, a girl covered in golden Islamic embroidered robes sits on a seat by the window of the cafe. The golden veil covers her entire face, and only a strand of bilateral corners is exposed. Fei Hong's graceful eyes, a high-groomed bun, and a bright red string tied between her dark hair.

Although because of the veil, the girl's appearance is unknown, even the robe is a little faintly concealed. The figure of the demon, but the eyes widened involuntarily.

Fortunately, this coffee shop is high-end, otherwise, some people can't help but come forward to strike up a conversation.

The girl seemed to be waiting for someone, and the coffee on the table was just a sip.

"jingle"

The Arab woman, who also wore a veil, strolled into the cafe, glanced at her casually and found her goal.

"Sorry, I'm late, but you won't mind if you want to come." The Arab woman's mouth was slightly raised, but there was a sigh in her eyes.

"You didn't mean it, I've been waiting for almost an hour!" The Islamic girl rolled her eyes irritably, but was not really angry.

"Hehe, it's not because of you, but I betrayed the hue for your commission!" The Arab woman blinked playfully, cute and energetic.

"Oh? The people from Kassel College are here?" The Islamic girl's eyes flashed slightly, and there was a trace of memory in her eyes.

The indifferent guy seemed to have joined the Kassel Academy. I don't know what's going on now.

"Hey, I didn't say anything, how did you know?" The Arab woman pouted, a little unhappy. She was planning to buy a pass, but she was suddenly guessed.

If Chu Han and others are here, you will be very surprised, because this Arab woman is the Ram Visa who picked them up in the morning!

"Cut, what else can you hide from me? Everything is shown in the eyes." The Islamic girl clicked Ram's eyes helplessly.

"Hehe, only Mai you can see what my eyes hide!" Ram looked unconsciously, smiling at the graceful eyes of the Islamic girl exposed outside.

Mai shook her head: "You are really not saved."

"Okay, okay, let's talk about business!" Ram's expression was a little dignified and took out a black USB stick and put it on the table: "This is about the three elites sent by Kassel College this time and the Indian branch. As for their purpose, I am not very clear, but you can try to investigate the climate in New Delhi."

Mai raised her eyebrows slightly, picked up the black USB flash drive, and curiously said, "The climate in New Delhi?"

The whole area of ​​India has super high temperature all year round, and there has never been an exception. She doesn't think this is a good investigation.

"At this point, you will know by carefully observing and feeling it yourself, and there may be unexpected gains!" Lahm lowered his voice slightly: "Well, my identity is a little sensitive. I can only tell you so much. gone!"

Ram smiled and got up and walked towards the door. From beginning to end, their conversations were low voices. In the eyes of others, these are two close friends whispering.

Mai quietly watched Ram leave the coffee shop. At this time, there was no one in the coffee shop, only her.

"Niu, I heard it? Check the climate in New Delhi." She leaned on the chair gracefully, tilted her legs, and played with the black USB.

"I've been checking it. I didn't expect you to have friends in India?" Mai's ears heard the voice of chewing potato chips.

It was a miniature headset. She had been wearing a miniature headset just now, but Ram didn't notice it.

"A former classmate of Tokyo University, I remember her nationality seems not to be Indian, and I don’t know how she came here, and she became an Indian saint. By the way, don’t you worry about getting fat when you eat potato chips like this?"

"I don't have the ultimate pursuit of a good figure like yours. I remember that the Indian saint does not seem to be a good title." The voice from the miniature headphones was a little curious.

"Well, in India, the saint is a prostitute. Girl, I don't know why she did it. I remember her bloodline seems not low." Mai's eyes flickered, and she seemed a little confused.

"Probably there is something wrong, um, the result came out, hey!" The voice in the headset was a little strange.

"What's the matter?" Mai raised her eyebrows. Is there really a problem with the climate in New Delhi?

"Strange, the temperature in New Delhi has dropped!"

"Down? Is the city a problem?"

"No, no, the whole area of ​​India has a high temperature climate. There is no urban temperature drop. Something should have affected the high temperature climate of New Delhi!" The voice in the headset seemed to be relieved.

Mai's mouth curled slightly: "Oh, it seems that we did not come to the wrong place!"

"Hehe, Kassel Academy is really lucky. The three bloodlines are at least'a' grade high-level mixed races. I can even smell the dragon blood radiating from you." The old man smiled kindly. It seems that an elderly elder is entertaining the younger generation of his own parents.

However, no one answered the old man's words. Tripatti lowered his head and folded his hands together. In front of the respected old man, he did not speak, and the monk really did not dare to speak.

As for the three of Chu Han, they looked at the old man with weird faces, their mouths opened slightly, but they didn't make a sound. They seemed to see a talking panda.

However, the talking panda presented to them is no different.

"I have a question, old man, are you... alive?" Caesar's eyes twitched.

Generally speaking, it is very impolite to ask a question of an old man who is obviously highly respected. As the only heir of the Gattuso family, Caesar, who has received aristocratic education since childhood, should not be so rude.

But that's what he did!

But this is really not to blame him, because even Chu Han was surprised, the old man in front of him was really too old!

The old man closed his eyes tightly, his face was full of wrinkles, his old waist had been bent to more than ninety degrees, if he hadn't just spoken, Chu Han and others would have thought it was a corpse.

Tripatti couldn’t help but looked up at Caesar, but before he could speak, the old man smiled and said, “You’re Pompeii’s son Caesar Gattuso. I’m about the same age as your grandfather, but also old. I’ve been alive in a few years, but I’m still alive now, ha ha.