Having figured out the scope of the prophecy, Luo Wen felt relieved.
At first, it really scared him.
I almost thought this world was being manipulated by bitches like the Fates —that would be utterly awful.
In retrospect, so-called prophecies were merely interpretations based on the analysis of world information, rather than predetermined fate.
Having resolved his doubts, Luo Wen was in high spirits, and Madame Shyarly before him seemed much more alluring.
"What are you doing? I'm not that casual!"
Madame Shyarly covered her chest, looking at Luo Wen.
This guy must have thought of something again, because he made that expression.
Although she agreed to Luo Wen's girl group, she also brought along her own employees.
But this doesn't mean she'll immediately confess to Luo Wen. They haven't known each other for very long; they need to develop a relationship first.
"Hey, I'm not in such a hurry."
Luo Wen was speechless.
What about trust between people?
He was just in a good mood, so everything he looked at was filtered for beauty.
Even if we were to do something, we could just flirt with her slowly once she was on the ship.
"That's hard to say."
Madame Shyarly was somewhat skeptical.
The women who were chatting in the shop just now, and even the prophesied Luo Wen, completely revealed their true nature.
"If you really don't believe me, then don't blame me for being impolite."
Luo Wen said with a dark face.
Did I really misunderstand him?
Seeing Luo Wen's expression, Madame Shyarly believed him.
She felt wronged; it was all that prophetic ability's fault.
In her previous prophecies, she had witnessed live sex shows more than once, with all sorts of variations and extremely exciting scenes. The most exciting part was that the two main characters were herself and Luo Wen.
Misled by those images, she subconsciously felt that Luo Wen only wanted to be lewd.
"I misunderstood you, so let me make it up to you."
Madame Shyarly said, blushing.
Before Luo Wen could react, she kissed Luo Wen lips, awkwardly.
Although it happened suddenly, the skilled Luo Wen still instinctively stuck out his tongue. Unconsciously, his hand caressed Madame Shyarly's soft waist.
A moment later, the two separated.
"How come you're so skilled at this!"
Madame Shyarly's pale face flushed, and she looked at Luo Wen reproachfully.
"There's nothing special about it; it's simply a matter of practice makes perfect."
Luo Wen nodded at Madame Shyarly and answered casually.
He was still recalling the feeling from just now; his tongue had a unique flavor under the shark-like sharp teeth.
Upon hearing this, Madame Shyarly's eyes became even more resentful.
She was addressed as "Madam," but she was still an inexperienced, single woman in her late thirties.
She was unlucky to have met a scumbag like Luo Wen.
"Let's go find Nami and the others."
Realizing he had said the wrong thing, Luo Wen remained expressionless.
Afterwards, Luo Wen led Madame Shyarly out of the Mermaid Café and joined Nami and the other women in their spending.
Meanwhile, after leaving the coffee shop, Luo Wen found the group of women and called out Camie to him alone.
"Mr. Luo Wen, is there anything I can help you with?"
Camie asked curiously.
"I've heard that your master, Pappag, is a famous design master. I'd like him to design a flag."
Meanwhile, in the Dragon Palace.
Neptune hesitated for a long time, but still picked up a Transponder Snail and dialed the number.
"Brubrubrubru!"
New World, Moby Dick.
Marco, holding a constantly ringing Den Den Transponder Snail), approached Whitebeard, who was receiving an IV drip.
"Pops, we've got a call from Fish-Man Island!"
"Oh?"
Whitebeard opened his eyes and took the Transponder Snail with a puzzled look.
Fish-Man Island, what do they want from the phone call?
He planted a flag to protect the Fish-Man of Fish-Man Island from being captured indiscriminately.
From then on, Fish-Man Island was under his protection, and there were no more large-scale trafficking incidents of Fish-Man.
Neptune was his old friend, Jinbe was his adopted son; their relationship was closer than one might imagine.
Even after Jinbe left the Whitebeard Pirates and became Shichibukai, their relationship did not deteriorate.
Instead, he came to admire Jinbe's character even more.
Now, Fish-Man Island is calling. Does this mean there's some trouble?
"Old man with the Whitebeard, how have you been lately?"
Neptune greeted him.
"Kuralalala! I'm in excellent health; I can still drink two large barrels of fine wine in one sitting!"
Whitebeard tugged at the IV tube attached to his body and laughed loudly.
"Um, there's something I'd like to tell you."
Neptune stammered, unsure how to begin.
He was a little unsure how to bring up the matter of joining Luo Wen's ranks.
After all, Whitebeard had always protected Fish-Man Island in his own name without asking for anything in return.
In such a relationship, switching allegiance to someone else would seem somewhat disloyal.
"Just say what's on your mind! What kind of fussing is this?!"
The Whitebeard frowned and spoke loudly.
"Our Fish-Man Island is now under the command of Godslayer Luo Wen. I hope you're not angry."
Neptune said cautiously.
Luo Wen?
The Whitebeard was slightly taken aback.
He remembered this young man, who was currently enjoying great popularity.
One major event after another led to his being recognized by the world as the new emperor of the sea.
But why is he eyeing Fish-Man Island? Is it for the legendary Poseidon?
"Was it that brat who threatened you? State my name and wait for me to deal with him!"
Whitebeard spoke with an air of Haki.
So what if the Four Emperors are newly formed?
Although he's old, he can still move around a bit.
"He didn't threaten us; he was the one who led us to land, and we willingly joined his ranks."
Neptune was deeply moved by Whitebeard's words.
This old friend is still as bold and chivalrous as ever, and his loyalty is no less than it was in his youth.
"Kuralalala! Congratulations!"
"Since that's the case, then return my flag. But just don't regret it if that brat can't hold his own!"
The Whitebeard laughed heartily, seemingly unaffected.
Yet, a sense of melancholy arose in my heart, a feeling of a hero growing old.
The Fish-Man Island he sheltered is now also looking for a new patron.
You know your own body.
Even with constant care, it won't live long.
However, none of his many sons are capable of standing on their own.
His frail body needs to hold on for a while longer.
"Thank you, old Whitebeard brother!"
"However, Luo Wen is very reliable, no less so than you were in your youth!"
Neptune his sincere gratitude, and then boasted about his new leader.
Luo Wen arriving at Fish-Man Island, Lowen immediately eliminated two major threats.
There is no one more competent leader than Luo Wen.
"Don't be so sure of yourself. When I was young, I was someone no one could compare to!"
"If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up now."
Whitebeard hung up the phone, somewhat helpless.
How could he not know whether Luo Wen was strong or not?
Is it okay for an older person to brag a little?
"Have we arrived at Fish-Man Island already? The New World is about to erupt in chaos."
Whitebeard looked towards the Red Line, his eyes filled with anticipation.
If he were younger, he would have liked to personally go to Luo Wen's place and challenge him to a fight.
Unfortunately, I'm getting old, and I'm afraid I'm no match for Luo Wen.
Now, let's look forward to seeing how the young people perform.