At the edge of the crowd, Cavendish stared at Good, who was being welcomed by everyone, in a complete daze.
"Popularity beyond anything I've ever had!"
Even at the height of his popularity, he had never been welcomed like this. If the man were more handsome than him, that would be one thing.
No, there couldn't possibly be a man more handsome than him in this world!
Why was that man more popular than him? Why wasn't anyone looking at him?!
The scene before him simply defied all reason.
"Move! You're blocking my view!"
The pirates behind Cavendish forcibly shoved him and his horse aside. His mood turned utterly gloomy, and his handsome face became half white and half black.
Jealous, jealous, jealous, jealous!
Aaaaargh, he was dying of jealousy!
Just a measly update today. Normal updates resume tomorrow, and I'll start making up the backlog the day after!
Chapter 223: Call Them Arrogant, but Not Weak
Marco stepped forward and gave Good a big hug.
"Long time no see, Good."
"Congratulations, Marco."
Good smiled as he offered his congratulations.
A little embarrassed, Marco scratched his head. "I should be thanking you. Without the Hoenn Residential Community, I would never have met Sasha."
"You two were meant to meet."
Good chuckled.
He had indeed played matchmaker in secret.
Although there had been some calculation involved, the outcome was good. At least he had left the Whitebeard Pirates a descendant.
Huh? Killing intent!
Good turned his head in surprise.
A sharp blade thrust toward him, only a fist's width from his eye.
Clang!
Good raised his hand and caught the blade!
"What?!"
Cavendish appeared before Good, holding the famous sword Durandal. He stared at the captured blade in shock.
This guy had actually caught his full-force thrust with his bare hand?!