Chapter 112: Players, Xiaomiguo, and the Warring States Period...
People from the lower realms?
That's quite an arrogant tone.
Violet looked at the Marines opposite her. Sengoku, Tsuru, and Zephyr's expressions remained unchanged. Garp picked at his ear and rolled his eyes. Kuzan pulled down his eye mask, looking like he was about to go to sleep. Borsalino took out a file from his pocket and started filing his nails. Sakazuki's already sullen expression became even more frosty.
She didn't even need to look at the expressions of the Seven Warlords; she could sense their displeasure from the oppressive atmosphere around her.
Sure, in short, you've offended both the Navy and the Seven Warlords of the Sea.
Vera recalled the name of the person on the other end of the Den Den Mushi. It had the character "Saint" at the end, so he must be a Celestial Dragon. She wondered if Musgard knew him, but she could ask him about it after the event.
The Seven Warlords of the Sea system was proposed to restrain the ever-growing pirate groups and the rapidly increasing power of the Navy. The first meeting, which brought together the Seven Warlords, the Navy, and the World Government, was certainly not a simple show.
The World Government wants to control this powerful weapon, the Navy hopes they will restrain themselves and avoid causing trouble, while the Seven Warlords of the Sea hope to gain greater benefits through this identity.
As Violet listened to Doflamingo's eloquent speech, although she disliked his character, she had to admit that being on the same side as him was quite convenient under the circumstances.
The Navy shouldn't be underestimated either. The Chief Advisor, Ms. Tsuru, is clearly very skilled in this kind of intellectual and verbal battle, and for some reason, she has a certain suppressive effect on Doflamingo. Every time she speaks, she manages to bring back the arrogant Doflamingo. If Crocodile hadn't intervened later, Doflamingo would have been at a disadvantage.
As for Shamlock, it was unclear whether he was simply inept at such matters or disdainful of conversing with these "lower-world people." After making those remarks, he remained silent, with the two CP0 members acting as his mouthpieces throughout the meeting.
Vera rubbed her temples, which were throbbing from their noise.
She'd rather go to the swamp and fight the tentacles for three hundred rounds than stay here.
After a morning of frank conversation, the Navy, the Seven Warlords of the Sea, and the World Government exchanged views extensively, enhancing their understanding of each other.
This meeting was undoubtedly beneficial.
In this context, Sengoku's words, "Let's eat first," sounded like heavenly music to Violet.
Shamlock snorted and hung up the Den Den Mushi.
Violet breathed a sigh of relief and, following the Navy's guidance, went with Law and Katakuri to the dining area that had been prepared in advance.
Upon arriving, Violet looked around and discovered that, apart from herself, only Shppin and Crocodile were still there; the others had all disappeared.
Katakuri followed closely behind Violet, his tall and voluptuous figure casting a shadow that completely enveloped her.
He watched as Vera naturally walked to the dining table and placed the food that looked pleasing on her plate. After hearing Vera's strange muttering, he said without surprise, "Pirates, only a few can eat with peace of mind on Navy territory."
Even the other two who chose to stay here, Jinbe and Crocodile, were aiming to talk to the Navy and gather intelligence, not to eat.
After hearing Katakuri's words, Violet nodded in agreement, thinking it made a lot of sense: "It's a good thing I'm not a pirate."
Katakuri paused, realizing that while Violet had a considerable bounty, she didn't seem to have a pirate flag of her own.
Violet has never defined herself as a pirate; she has always referred to herself as the "Island Lord."
While Katakuri was brainstorming various thoughts about the reasons behind Violet's actions, Violet was eating a small cake while glancing at her two other colleagues in the room.
Jinbe, presumably representing Queen Otohime and King Neptune, was discussing the Fish-Man Island landing with Zephyr. Crocodile stood before Tsuru, holding a glass of red wine. Sengoku…
Is the Warring States period approaching her?
Violet stood there, looking at the serious-looking navy man walking towards her with a puzzled expression.
"Vell".
Zhan Guo called her name, his expression complex: "Could we speak in private for a moment?"
As he spoke, he pointed to the empty space on the second floor.
Katakuri frowned in displeasure.
He took such a great risk to infiltrate Marineford just to meet with Violet. Time was limited, so naturally he didn't want Violet out of his sight for even half a second.
Luo also looked at the Warring States Marshal with a wary gaze.
However, this Fleet Admiral Sengoku was Mr. Corazon's adoptive father, and Mr. Corazon called Vera his sister. So, by all accounts, the island lord could also be considered the Fleet Admiral's adopted daughter.
No, no, no, this relationship is far too complicated.
Just as Law was struggling with this messy family relationship, Violet had already accepted Sengoku's invitation, patted Katakuri's arm to comfort him, and then followed Sengoku to the small balcony.
Katakuri, watching the two figures from behind, buried his nose in his scarf, clearly unhappy.
Knowing that Sengoku was Rosinante's adoptive father as well, Violet had already guessed what he wanted to say to her.
The two walked to a sliding window in a corner on the second floor. When they opened it, there was a balcony enclosed by a milky-white railing, which was just large enough for two or three people to stand on.
After closing the window and using his Observation Haki to confirm that no one was watching, Sengoku went straight to the point: "Little... Rosinante, did you call his soul back from the Pure Land?"
“Him? He’s still with me.” Vera looked at the Warring States Marshal, who had been so composed during the negotiations, and now showed a look of shock on his face. “Would you like to see him first? I can ask him if he’s willing to meet you.”
Xiao Miguo, the child he found and raised with great care since childhood, taught him how to protect himself and the ways of the world.
After Rosinante's sacrifice, on occasional quiet, deserted nights, Sengoku would look at the photo of Rosinante taken when he joined the Navy on his bedside table, and he would regret whether he shouldn't have raised this child to be so... kind and righteous.
With his father, a naval admiral, under his protection, Rosinante could have chosen to be a happy and free ordinary person, without having to join the navy for arduous training, without having to infiltrate the Don Quixote family and endure the dual torment of blood ties and justice, and certainly not...
His eyes, behind the mirror, were slightly moist. At this moment, he was no longer a high-ranking naval admiral, but a father who had lost his child.
"Then, I'll leave it to you."
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Crocodile gently swirled the wine in his glass, inhaling the rich aroma emanating from the rim, but showed no intention of drinking it.
His mind had already followed the figures of Violet and Sengoku up to the second floor.
What are they going to talk about?
Ever since Violet built those snowball launchers for Alabasta, which was suffering from drought, Alabasta, which had been pushed to the brink of dehydration, has recovered with the help of clean drinking water.
This also led to Crocodile's first attempt to use the dancing powder not yielding the expected results.
However, although the small equipment left by Vil caused him some trouble, when the people of Alabasta discovered that there would only be rainfall around the royal city in the next few years, they "discovered" that this was because the current king, Cobra, had used the forbidden dancing powder.
The rule of Cobra and the Neferutali family in Alabasta is also coming to an end.
This is a wave of the times that Crocodile has painstakingly cultivated over many years, and it is something that the few machines left behind by Violet cannot stop.
However, he was a rare guy who had caused him a lot of trouble. In addition, with the [Omnipotent Pointer] in Violet's possession that Crocodile coveted, he later spent a lot of effort investigating this brat, but he didn't get much information.
At least in the intelligence reports, there was never any mention of any personal relationship between Violet and Sengoku.
Crocodile is like a crocodile lurking in a deep pool overgrown with green algae, patiently waiting for the right moment.
Violet and Sengoku were gone for over forty minutes. When they came down again, Crocodile keenly sensed that the atmosphere between them had changed.
If Sengoku's gaze towards Violet was initially wary and scrutinizing, now it carries a hint of... the kind of benevolence of an elder looking at a junior.
Crocodile: ...
Think of those two idiots from the Nefertari family in the Alabasta palace who still can't forget Vil, and then look at Sengoku, who now even reminds Vil to "watch the steps" when she goes downstairs.
Does Violet possess some kind of bewitching ability?
Meanwhile, Sengoku was overjoyed and refreshed after meeting Rosinante and learning that Rosinante, though currently in ghost form, was living a happy life and had even recognized Violet as his sister.
The sky in Marineford was bluer, the grass outside was greener, and even the damned Seven Warlords of the Sea didn't seem so repulsive anymore.
Oh right, of course, this doesn't include Violet.
Violet has never laid a hand on innocent civilians or the navy, and has never raised the pirate flag. She is a good girl who remains untainted by the mud.
Good boy, a good boy just like Rosinante.
Zhan Guo looked at Wei Er with a smile and said kindly, "The lunch allowance is still quite high. You're still at the age where you're growing, so eat more."
After saying this, Sengoku walked towards his old friends with a bright and sunny mood and a forced smile.
Katakuri, who always kept a close eye on Violet whenever she appeared, naturally noticed Sengoku's intimate attitude and felt a sense of crisis inexplicably.
Violet was even more sought after than he had imagined.
The essence of pirates is plunder and monopolization; words like sharing and letting go never even cross their minds.
Born to a great pirate, Katakuri, with a group of great pirate brothers, sisters, and subordinates, is naturally one of them.
Moreover, it was Vel who provoked him first, so Katakuri has no moral qualms whatsoever.
Achoo!
Violet, who had been nagged by Katakuri, suddenly sneezed, rubbed her red nose, and looked around in confusion.
Katakuri slowly withdrew his gaze, calmly finishing the strong liquor in his glass as if nothing had happened.
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Author's note: In plain language—the meeting was all arguments and nothing was discussed. [melted emoji]
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