As Gao Wen silently shouted, even Grandpa Rayleigh's beard twitched involuntarily.
Looking at the actions of the Five Elders, he always felt that he was somewhat incompetent as an elder!
Look at how those old men do it; they're always helping their younger generation find wives!
All they care about is whether the bed is comfortable to sleep on; they think others aren't hungry just because they're full; they talk without thinking; a well-fed man doesn't know the hunger of a starving man, and so on!!!
In short, weren't the Five Elders' actions far too competent?
In Rayleigh's previous understanding, or in his imagined Mary Geoise, although Gawain was Celestial Dragon, his relationship with the Five Elders was probably nothing more than that.
After all, people imagine the Five Elders to be cruel, tyrannical, and incompetent rulers. What good can such people do?
But now...
Rayleigh took a deep breath, then patted Gawain on the shoulder.
He didn't say anything, but in his heart, he always felt... facing such a Five Elders.
If a conflict were to occur in the future, he would probably lose his will to kill...
Thinking about it this way, Rayleigh felt that some of his past ideas needed to be slightly revised.
If possible, the power transition between Gawain and the Five Elders could perhaps be resolved gradually within a relatively peaceful area.
Of course, all of this is predicated on the premise that Gawain can seize power.
Otherwise, even if the other party is one of the Five Elders, I still have to speak loudly to them...
Nearby, as Rayleigh continued to ponder, the Five Elders all turned around and glanced at Gawain.
Then, the Elder of Military said expressionlessly.
"This is none of your business, kid. Can't you see we're chatting with some young and beautiful juniors?"
As for the content of their conversation, well, it was nothing more than a group of old men's hopes for the younger generation!
After finishing speaking, the Elder of Military waved his hand and continued chatting with Gion about swordsmanship.
The Elder of Diplomacy then picked up where the Elder of Military left off and continued speaking to Gawain and his group.
"Relax, the five of us are here to attend a family banquet."
Today, the family no longer has the Five Elders, but only five old ghosts who rely on their seniority.
Later, we will rest in the main hall and await the evening banquet.
Anyone who is interested in the five of us, or has any questions for us, can come to the main hall and chat with us individually.
Since you belong to Gawain, the five of us will try to use as little profanity as possible.
That's enough, let's call it a day!
As soon as he finished speaking, the five Five Elders chatted for a long time with a large group of beautiful women.
Watching them chat happily from afar, Gawain's expression of bewilderment grew increasingly strained.
I wonder what kind of information these five pimping grandpas will get out of me.
They chatted, but they were never stingy with gifts.
With that thought in mind, Gawain felt relieved and went to find a sofa in the distance to rest.
While resting and drinking, Gawain observed the Five Elders' behavior with interest.
He thought he didn't need to worry anymore, but...
When he saw the Five Elders actually starting to chat with Dr. Kureha, he really panicked!
What does this mean? Even Kureha is going to...?
No, no, no, that's impossible! They must have something else to discuss with Kureha, that must be it!
Cough cough!!!
In the New World, within the seas controlled by the Whitebeard Pirates, a Marine warship was accompanying a large ship, gradually approaching the take-off and landing area leading to the Red Line.
But just as they reached their designated route, an enormous, cross-shaped ship blocked their path.
Looking at the large ship with the Whitebeard flag flying, Garp breathed a sigh of relief.
"Haha, I thought I would come away empty-handed on this trip!"
We chased Shanks' ship for over two months, and they actually managed to escape! That's infuriating!
They kept dragging it out until I received the order to escort the King's fleet. I thought I couldn't find a more suitable punching bag!
The result... Newgate, hahaha!
"Great!!"
As he spoke, Garp suddenly leaped up, his figure cutting through the swirling sea wind, heading straight for the bow of the Moby Dick!
Seeing Garp rushing towards him at lightning speed, Newgate, standing at the bow of the ship, laughed loudly and then raised his Murakumogiri Naginata!
A moment later, Murakumogiri -black blade collided fiercely with Garp's jet-black fist, which also had a hint of shimmering light!
In an instant, amidst the scene of clouds and atmosphere being torn apart, the Moby Dick miraculously receded dozens of meters from the sea surface!
In the distance, on the warship, watching Garp straight out, his adjutant sighed softly.
"Phew, the Vice Admiral is playing with the Emperors of the Sea again. That's just like Mr. Garp."
However, we are currently escorting the King, and the Reverie is about to convene; we cannot afford to waste any time.
So..."
After a moment of contemplation, the adjutant shouted to the sailors on board.
"Men, we failed to catch up with the Red-Haired Pirates. I'm sure Mr. Garp's dissatisfaction is about to overflow!"
"Let Mr. Garp and Whitebeard have some fun now. Let's take the King to the designated area first, and then we'll talk about it when we get to Mary Geoise!"
As soon as the words were spoken, the navy immediately made contact with the king's side, and soon after, their ships sped through the combat zone and disappeared.
Meanwhile, on the distant battlefield, watching the vanished warships and the king's flagship, Whitebeard, amidst the fierce fighting, chuckled and remarked...
"Gurarara, Garp, your men have abandoned you and run away!"
"Newgate, you're all talk and no action. My men were just assigned to escort missions; the word 'escape' has never been used by any of my direct subordinates!"
Whether facing your former captain, or Roger and you so-called great pirates, my ship has never escaped once!
Because it's always you who want to run away!!!
As soon as he finished speaking, Garp's fighting spirit intensified, and his battle with Whitebeard continued until around 10 p. m. that night before finally coming to a halt!
After exchanging the usual greetings, two of the four prows of the Moby Dick were already destroyed, so the Whitebeard Pirates' shipwrights had no choice but to work through the night to repair it.
Meanwhile, Whitebeard himself and Vice Admiral Garp, served by Marco the Phoenix, sat on the deck, drinking incessantly.
As he drank, Garp pointed at Marco with his flask.
"Hey, Newgate, when we bumped into each other over a decade ago, weren't all your so-called sons swarming around you?"
"How come all you have left by now is a bird emitting blue flames?"
"Hello!!!"
Upon hearing Garp's words, Marco rolled his dead fish eyes in displeasure.
"Mr. Garp, even if you were the one saying that, using phrases like 'shooting blue flames' is incredibly rude!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Marco handed the flask to Whitebeard, then picked up the medicine bottle and skillfully hung it up for Whitebeard.
Don't ask why Whitebeard could drink alcohol while receiving an IV drip; the answer is that there's no disulfiram-like reaction in the Pirate World.
Or perhaps the medication he received didn't contain disulfiram.
Listening to Marco's weak and listless words, and looking at Marco's half-asleep, half-awake eyes, I stood to the side.
Garp chuckled, then gulped down a large mouthful of wine.
"Haha, you've really gotten old, haven't you? You just finished a fight with this old man and immediately ended up on an IV drip!"
This isn't like you at all! What, has your health disappeared along with your sons?
"Stop making sarcastic remarks, Garp. You'll end up like me one day!"
Whitebeard took a small, slightly annoyed sip of his drink, then pointed at Garp's head and laughed.
"You old marine, your hair's all white now!"
"So what? I'm older Koby you, and I didn't even get an IV drip, but you did!"
You definitely won't Seimei Kikan, hahaha.
Want to learn? I'll teach you!
"Don't try to make me laugh, Garp. I don't need gifts from a Marine like you."
As for my old wounds, hmph, I've defeated countless powerful enemies, and perhaps I can even conquer the years to come!
As soon as he finished speaking, the Whitebeard took a sip of wine, then struggled to put down the wine jug.
Although he couldn't live without that thing, he had to admit that after the fight, his racing heart and the pain in his body made it almost impossible for him to hold the wine jug.
On the other side, Garp seemed to have noticed Whitebeard's reluctance. He pondered for a moment, then shook his head regretfully.
"So, old buddy, your body is really nearing its limit."
"Alas, my old friend, is another one going to be lost?"
"Roll!"
Whitebeard frowned in displeasure.
"Although health is something I can't get back, I'm not as weak as you say. I can still teach your Admiral a lesson, gurala!"
As for your question, hmph!
My sons are busy and are not on my ship for the time being.
"I don't care what your sons are doing, it's definitely not going to be anything good!"
Upon hearing Whitebeard's explanation, Garp shook his head dismissively, then asked curiously.
"Speaking of which, Newgate, why are you blocking my way?"
What, do you just want to relive the taste of failure?
Five years ago, the outcome of our match might have been even, but now, you're no match for me, haha!
However, I am not arrogant. After all, it is time that has finally defeated you, not me. Tsk tsk.
So, answer my question: why are you blocking my way here?
What exactly is your purpose? Is it that you pirates are up to some unspeakable grand plan in Mary Geoise, across the Red Line, and need you, old devil, to hold me back?
At this point, Garp suddenly sat up straight, gripping the sake jug in his hand, and glared menacingly at Whitebeard!
The fight just now was merely a greeting between the two. If the pirates truly have a conspiracy, then the two will have to fight to the death next!
Fortunately, after hearing Garp's words, Whitebeard shook his head listlessly.
"Conspiracy? Gulala, why would I, an old man, play any damned conspiracy!"
If I were truly interested in the Mary Geoise, what harm could it do if, in my lifetime, I took my sons on a trip Mary Geoise?
The reason I'm waiting for you here is simply to satisfy my curiosity!
"I'd like to ask... did you really lose to that brat Gawain?"
"Damn it!"
Upon hearing this, Garp's expression froze, and then he angrily shook the wine jug.
Why do you all keep asking me this question?!
A loss is a loss. Who says I can never lose?
As for Gawain, well, he's barely passable. Considering his status as a Celestial Dragon trash, I actually admire him a little!
So, you're interested in Gawain? What do you mean?
"It doesn't mean anything."
Whitebeard gently shook his head, then quietly hung the Murakumogiri aside.
While receiving an IV drip, the Whitebeard pondered and spoke.
"As for Gawain, I only have a little bit of anticipation and curiosity."
I still can't forget what he said to me back then.
Wow, this is the first time I've ever witnessed such ambition. If he succeeds, perhaps my dream will come true along with his.
So, am I not allowed to pay attention to him?
Or do you, you bastard, think I'm not qualified to ask you questions?
Whitebeard frowned, looking at Garp with displeasure.
Garp, with his hands on his lap, sat there and looked at Whitebeard with equal displeasure.
After a long exchange of glances, Garp finally shook his head.
"Interesting. What unique dream does that kid Gawain have?"
He really didn't talk to me about those things!
Rayleigh by his side is so despicable! How could a guy like that even think about having a second chance at life?!
I talked to him about the future, and he talked to me about Ace. Screw that!
"Wait, Ace?"
Hearing this, Whitebeard narrowed his eyes with interest.
"Are you talking about Roger's knife, or the Roger's son that's been all over the news lately?"
Gurarara, I never expected Roger's son to be with you. That bastard Roger really doesn't consider me a friend!
"It would have been most suitable for him to leave his son with me. I would raise him as my own son. How could I, in my prime, not even be able to protect a half-grown boy? Absolutely not!!!"
"Snort!"
Garp let out a sharp breath, interrupting Whitebeard.
He chuckled dismissively, then shook his head.
"I'm not trying to make fun of you, but Roger's actions really weren't that wrong."
If Ace had been on your ship from the beginning, by now, Newgate's name would probably have disappeared from the high seas!
What that child is carrying is something you, a pirate, cannot bear!
That responsibility is a heavy burden even for an old man like myself; only a little Celestial Dragon Gawain easily shoulder it."
At this point, Garp sat cross-legged on the ground and reached out to rub his beard.
"Speaking of which, Newgate, how about telling this old man about that brat Gawain's ambitions?"
I know your ideal: isn't it to allow all children in the world to live a peaceful life?
"So, Gawain's ideal is to realize your ideal, and after he becomes Five Elders, to extend more goodwill to the sea and introduce more benevolent policies?"
After saying that, Garp looked at Whitebeard with interest. In his eyes, Whitebeard sneered and then grinned mockingly.
"Gulp gulp gulp, you old codger, your heart is nothing more than this!"
How could a sea lion like you possibly understand the heart of a tyrant!
I would never share that kid's dreams with you, haha. Although I'm destined to be his enemy, I actually don't want to cause him any trouble!
At this age, my ideals have become dreams, something I can only pursue in my dreams.
But his ideal, which I find awe-inspiring and increasingly admirable the more I recall it, has not, like my own ideal, faded into a mere dream!
At this point, the Whitebeard hesitated for a moment, then glanced at the wine jug, gritted his teeth, and drank the entire contents of the jug in one gulp.
Looking at the Whitebeard drinking heartily, Marco couldn't help but roll his eyes.
"Pops, you're being willful again! Whenever that guy brings up his nameless ideals, you always act like this!"
Well, even I'm getting a little curious. What kind of dream could possibly make an old hand like my Pops so yearn for it?
Mr. Garp, what do you think?
"What do I think?"
When Marco asked him a question, Garp for a moment, then clenched his fist tightly.
"I think I should teach Newgate a lesson. This guy who hides his true intentions and doesn't tell the whole story deserves to be taught a lesson!"
My curiosity is about to burst!
Damn it!!!