Paris is an island with vast plains and only one town, located not far from the port.

Although it is within the World Government's sphere of influence, it is close to the chaotic areas inhabited by pirates, so there are quite a few pirates here. It is a relatively chaotic town and a typical small town where pirates and civilians mingle.

But now that town is gone.

raging...

The fire consumed everything, engulfing the entire town. Besides burning, the town within the flames also showed signs of extensive destruction. It was as if some unknown force had wrecked the town, leaving it in ruins, like a model town that had been vandalized by a mischievous child, before being reduced to ashes by fire.

"Mom, why won't they admit that I'm the son of the white-bearded man?!"

In the firelight, a tall man with a burly build, resembling a ball of flesh, but with legs as thin as ant legs, was speaking in a pitiful tone.

Her golden hair was long enough to reach her legs, hanging down her back like a hedgehog. Her sideburns were braided, and there was a ring of stitched scars around her neck. The scar on the lower left side of her neck extended upwards to above her eye, and there was also a large stitched scar on her left wrist.

He was very tall, almost seven meters, like a little giant.

Edward Weebull, biting his finger, looked sadly at a short old woman at his feet.

"You are Whitebeard's son, there is no doubt about that!"

At his feet, a short old woman was calling out. She also had blonde hair, cut into a bob, wore bright red lipstick, sunglasses, and a cane. Her face was full of wrinkles, but she was wearing a leopard-print cape.

Miss Bakkin.

"Huh? Really? Mom, but they don't recognize me!" Weevil exclaimed.

"Look!"

Miss Bakkin pulled out a photograph and pointed it at Weevil.

"Huh?"

Weevil tilted his head. "A mirror?"

“No, that’s not it! This is a picture of Whitebeard!” Miss Bakkin exclaimed.

“I thought it was a mirror,” Weevil exclaimed.

"So, if they weren't biological father and son, how could they look so alike!"

Miss Bakkin put away the photo that was exactly the same as Weevil's and said, "You're such a silly child!"

“I was wrong, Mom!” Weevil lowered his head.

Miss Baggins nodded, then slammed her cane down on Weevil's slender, ant-like calves, a stark contrast to his upper body. "Show me some backbone! You're my son, my 'treasure'!"

"Ouch, Mom!" Weevil cried, his face contorted in pain.

“That’s right, it’s your mother’s love for you. Love is profound pain!” Miss Bakkin exclaimed.

"Yes...Mom."

"Hmph, this town is nothing special. Without that bastard Marco's intelligence, these people wouldn't say a word."

Miss Bakkin walked forward, speaking rapidly: "Listen up, Weevil, you are Whitebeard's son, you are the rightful heir to Whitebeard, Marco and the others are not worthy! The enormous legacy left by your father is yours alone!"

"Okay, Mom!"

Weevil shouted, "But Mother, if we want revenge, shouldn't we go find Blackbeard and the Marines who killed Father?"

"Hmph, revenge is worthless. Inheritance, wealth! That's what we want!" Miss Bakkin said. "Remember, only the inheritance, only the inheritance!"

"Yes, Mom..."

"Huh? A warship?"

Miss Bakkin looked ahead and noticed that many warships had suddenly appeared in the sea area in front of the port where their ship was docked, and were approaching them.

As the warships drew closer, many more warships appeared behind them, densely packed together, a sight that was truly alarming.

The warship at the very front was a huge golden vessel, its layout resembling a fortress, with a golden lion statue at its bow.

On the right, there's a flagship with a spider-like statue of a prajna (wisdom bird), a warship with a spotted dog statue, and a warship with a statue of a long hat...

"The flagships of the lieutenant generals?"

Miss Baggins frowned, sensing that things weren't so simple.

These warships were the flagships of those veteran lieutenant generals, and the golden ship at the head, if I'm not mistaken, seems to belong to the Golden Lion...

"What's going on? What's this man doing here? He just killed Barrett, and now he's back again?" Miss Bakkin murmured.

"Mom! So many sailors!" Weevil exclaimed, as if in a daze.

"It's nothing, they've probably come to renegotiate the Seven Warlords of the Sea with us."

Miss Bakin smiled confidently.

Aside from taking down Barrett, he now seems to be the leader in charge of the Seven Warlords of the Sea.

There were rumors on the high seas that the Golden Lion wanted to abolish the existing Seven Warlords of the Sea and find new ones.

When the news first spread, Miss Bakkin was worried for a while, but after some time, they didn't receive any news that they had been removed from the Seven Warlords of the Sea, so they just waited and saw what would happen.

Then they received news from the Seven Warlords of the Sea, and it was the same old faces, with even Crocodile, another familiar face, joining them.

Miss Bakkin wasn't worried. The rumors on the high seas were still just rumors. She was a wise woman. With Weevil being so strong, how could the Navy possibly abolish him?

"Such a grand affair this time, is it for renegotiating? Hmph, I heard Jin Ni is offering very favorable terms." Miss Bakkin's lips curled into a smirk.

The treaty between the Golden Lion and the Seven Warlords of the Sea also revealed something: seven shipping routes, each of the Seven Warlords of the Sea can choose one and a base to collect customs duties. That's fantastic!

For Miss Bakkin, who desires wealth, this couldn't be better.

As for the other conditions, agree to them first, and whether or not we actually do them later is another matter.

The warships gradually approached the port.

At that moment, in the office of the highest fortress of the Golden Lion, Kuro reported to Kuro, who was sitting in the office, "Mr. Kuro, we're almost there."

"I saw it."

Kuro looked out the floor-to-ceiling window; from that distance, he could see the silhouette of that enormous figure.

Edward Weebull was quite tall, even a bit taller than Whitebeard.

"Signal all warships. Zephyr's disciples, disembark. The rest of you, stand by," Kuro ordered.

"Yes." Kro saluted, then turned and took the Den Den Mushi to make the call.

"This time I've called almost everyone, except for those who are busy... everyone's here."

Kuro, cigar in mouth, said with a hint of ferocity in his voice, "Come on, let's have a grand internal feast for the Navy."

He'd wanted to do this for a long time!

Back in the West Blue, they didn't find Weevil, otherwise he wouldn't have become a Shichibukai. By the time he became a Shichibukai, it was too late. Now it's too late too, since Zephyr is gone, but Clow Reed is capable of settling scores later.