August 1st, sunny.
After reading the first page, Karp understood that this was just an ordinary diary.
However, he immediately revealed a sharp gaze.
Wen Se looked around.
However, he found nothing.
"That's strange. Zhang Feng is such an obedient child. He definitely won't say that I'm a stinky old man!”
"But where did this diary come from?”
Karp frowned and muttered for a while before returning to his cabin with the diary.
He was prepared to continue reading the content.
August 2nd, sunny-
"Hahaha, as expected of a member of our Meng Qi family. You can use a sword to split a wooden table at the age of three!”
After reading the second article, Karp also subconsciously assumed that the diary was written by Zhang Feng.
After all, such realistic strokes did not look like a joke.
As for where this notebook came from…
And how did the content appear after they left?
Karp didn't care at all.
This was the tradition of the Monchi family.
If it was something that required too much of his brain and he couldn't understand, then he wouldn't think about it.
Just treat it as an established reality.
Luffy had learned this habit very well.
As he laughed, Karp started flipping through the rest of the diary without a care.
However, the records for the next few days were much more ordinary.
They were all trivial matters in the bar.
However, on the seventh day, the content of the record became somewhat ridiculous.
August 7th, sunny.
Today, a group of bad bandits came to Windmill Village.
I saw that they actually wanted to cause trouble in Sister Makino's bar, so I casually cut down all 30 of them.
Even though this was his first time fighting in real life, he still felt alright.
It seems like even a hundred bandits wouldn't be enough for me.
However, I'm not a warmonger. I just want to live my life peacefully!
When he saw the last entry in the diary, Karp was so surprised that his beard stood up.
"Killed thirty bandits? Isn't this too exaggerated?"
Even if he had the blood of the Monchi family, he was only three years old and wanted to kill 30 vicious mountain bandits.
That was not realistic.
Moreover, he had never heard of Zhang Feng exercising physically.
Moreover, when he was three years old, he was afraid of getting hurt from collisions. How could he possibly carry out physical training?
However, Karp was not surprised that Zhang Feng could write a diary at the age of three.
Because Zhang Feng was a child prodigy.
He could speak after a few months, and at the age of one, he could already write and chat normally.
Therefore, it was completely normal for a three-year-old to write a diary.
However, killing thirty mountain bandits at the age of three was too much of a fantasy.
"This kid, he probably heard some random words from those customers before he wrote them.
I'll go over when I have time. I'll definitely teach him well!”
After muttering to himself in disbelief, Karp prepared to close the diary.
However, at this moment, a new entry suddenly appeared on the blank page of the diary.
August 8, overcast.
After slaying 30 mountain bandits yesterday, I have a certain amount of confidence in my own strength.
Thus, after having a meal at Sister Makino's bar, he carried his sword and went to the back of the mountain alone.
After chopping some wood and stones, I finally understood.
I'm still too weak.
He couldn't even split the mountain peak with a single sword strike. Splitting two to three meters tall boulders was already his limit!
After reading the diary, Karp's mind was filled with question marks.
"Is it too weak for a three-year-old to split a two-to-three-meter-tall boulder?”
"This kid is really getting more and more boastful.
After I finish this mission, I'll definitely find some time to go back and correct this brat's bad habits!”
After saying that, Karp put the diary into his pocket.
Although he felt that Zhang Feng was talking nonsense.
However, on second thought, it was not bad to be able to pay attention to his nephew's movements from afar.
After all, Zhang Feng's parents were already dead. In this world, the only relatives who were related to him by blood were him and his rebellious son, Long.
Zhang Feng didn't know that Karp would see the diary he wrote every day.
He was now addicted to this and did not need to work hard every day.
Just playing around and writing a diary could increase his strength.
In the blink of an eye, summer cicadas were buried and autumn leaves were drifting.
Time flew by like a white horse.
In the blink of an eye, it was December 1499 in the year of the round sea calendar.
Zhang Feng wore the autumn clothes that Ma Qinuo had knitted for him, his figure nimbly shuttling back and forth in the back mountain.
He had been logging in for 130 consecutive days.
At this moment, Zhang Feng's strength had long reached the level where he could barely establish himself in the new world.
After all, he had already reached Sword Proficiency and Six Navy Styles Proficiency.
Thinking of this, Zhang Feng leisurely opened his diary and began to write today's diary.
December 8th, autumn.
It was another ordinary day, and he had accidentally awakened the three-colored domineering aura.
As the autumn leaves turned yellow, a new year was approaching.
He could not help but feel a little disappointed.
Counting the days, Roger's posthumous son, Ace, was about to be born on January 1st of the new year from her great mother who had been pregnant for 20 months.
Sigh, thinking about how such a good young man died after only twenty years, he still felt a little regretful!
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