Chapter 66: Players Take the Blame
As soon as Violet finished speaking, everyone in the room turned to look at her.
Vera exclaimed in surprise, "What? You think he's handsome?!"
No way!
Sabo: "Although, let's not say it out loud..."
"You bastard, you lowly commoner, what are you saying?!" Musgarud jumped on the bed in anger. "Disrespectful! Utterly disrespectful!"
"All the lowly commoners who disrespect the Celestial Dragons should be put to death!"
"Oh no, I'm so scared!" Violet looked around in a panic. "Who are you going to have execute me?"
"You?"
She wasn't saying it outright, but with this guy wrapped up like a silkworm, let alone executing her, he probably wouldn't even have a chance to get up and get a drink of water.
Queen Otohime glanced at Vera with concern, then stood up and walked to Musgard.
Musgarud: "You vile wretch, I'm going to kill you all!"
Namur's expression was serious, and he was ready to kill Musgarud at any moment.
Queen Otohime's eyelashes drooped as she reached out to Musgarud under his cruel and furious gaze—then slapped him unconscious.
Everyone: "..."
Namur, like a rusty puppet, stiffly turned his head to look at Neptune, inch by inch.
Holding the trident, Neptune nodded to Queen Otohime and said proudly, "Well done, Your Highness!"
Queen Otohime covered her chin with her slender, pale fingers, her body trembling slightly: "I was truly terrified just now..."
King Neptune tenderly cradled his queen in his hands, saying, "Don't be afraid, Your Highness. With me here, no one can hurt you."
Queen Otohime: "Neptune..."
King Neptune: "Your Highness..."
The group, forced to become third wheels and forced to endure witnessing the couple's lovey-dovey behavior: "..."
Namuel opened his mouth as if to speak, then hesitated, and finally gave up and remained silent.
Oh well, as long as they're happy.
Sabo stared intently, his expression one of constant amazement.
Vera: "Don't look."
Vera covered the eyes of the two children and closed her own eyes as well: "Being a third wheel is a sin against heaven."
After Neptune and Otohime finished their conversation, Namur had already given Musgarud a simple check-up.
Namur: "He should wake up in a few hours." Otohime's movements were clean and efficient, with excellent control of her strength.
Namuel: "What are your plans?"
Princess Otohime still had a hint of embarrassment on her face for not maintaining the dignity expected of a queen in front of everyone.
Otohime: "I think that if Fishman Island could have a Celestial Dragon as a friend, then the chances of everyone on Fishman Island moving to the mainland would be much higher."
The unexpected appearance of Musgard on Fishman Island was both an unforeseen disaster and a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for them.
Otherwise, a wounded Celestial Dragon alone, without any CP0 or Marine protection, might not be able to meet again for a long time.
After listening, Namür gave Queen Eui a thumbs up: "Impressive."
When Namuri first learned that Queen Otohime was giving public speeches on the streets of Mermaid Island, calling on mermaids, fish-men and humans to put aside their hatred and live in peace, he thought that the queen was a rather naive idealist.
Looking back now, it's hard to say whether he was naive or not, but he certainly dared to dream big.
Following Queen Otohime's train of thought, Violet pondered for a moment: "So you're planning to take advantage of his injury and inability to move, when his body and mind are at their most vulnerable, to subtly hypnotize him, to use sweet words to bathe him, and to turn him into a toy of your Fishman Island?"
Snap!
Luo turned on the room lights and extinguished the torch in Vera's hand: "Speak up, don't play with fire."
Vera clicked her tongue, looking at Luo who showed absolutely no interest: "Isn't this supposed to be setting the mood?"
Neptune coughed twice: "It sounds a bit sinister, but, well, that's about it."
Vera shook her head, condemning Neptune and Otohime's plan to death: "I've done the math, and your chances of success are..."
"It's zero."
Namur nodded heavily: "Yes, it's not a matter of probability, it's something that is simply impossible to accomplish."
Vera: "If, as you say, the Celestial Dragons lived a life of being pampered and treated like royalty, doing whatever they wanted and getting whatever they asked for, then no matter how good you are to them, they will only take it for granted."
They might even think that the Dragon King's Palace is too simple and that he's being slighted.
Princess Otohime lowered her head, her rabbit-like hair drooping down with her dejected mood: "Is that so? I was just assuming things."
Vera changed the subject: "But it's not entirely without a solution."
Amidst everyone's expectant gazes, Violet lit the torch again and placed it in front of her. The flickering flames cast a shadow over her features, making her appear exceptionally sinister.
Vera smiled and said, "As long as there's something bad enough to compare it to, that's good enough."
Only when you know the ruthlessness of winter can you appreciate the gentleness of spring rain, right?
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"Mr. Long, your injury..."
The young man responsible for reporting on the recent situation of the Revolutionary Army looked at Long as he lifted his coat, revealing the bruises on his abdomen, and asked in confusion, "Didn't you say you were in a very safe place during this time?"
Judging from the location and size of the injury, it doesn't seem like it's entirely safe.
Or rather, for Mr. Long, who was used to roaming dangerous areas, the place where he had only suffered such a minor, bloodless injury over such a long time was already considered safe.
His imagination grew to admire dragons even more.
Long stared speechlessly at the round, purplish-blue bruise on his stomach. Vera's head was really hard enough.
He put his rolled-up clothes back in their place and looked at the young man standing in front of him: "It's nothing serious, continue."
"Thanks to Lady Ginny taking over the intelligence group again, our manpower and informants have been deployed very smoothly. The intelligence group has already begun to send back intelligence to various forces one after another."
When it came to that intelligence, his initial gossipy thoughts immediately vanished, replaced by a serious and meticulous approach to his work.
"First, there's the movement along the Grand Line. The Whitebeard Pirates have been very active lately, unexpectedly provoking pirate forces including Kaido and Big Mom... It's said they specifically attacked islands where pirates store their treasure."
Dragon recalled the several backpacks Law carried when he went to find Violet, and felt that he probably knew who the culprit was who made the Whitebeard Pirates so "ruthless".
"And another thing..." This information was so shocking that even the young man, who was usually very serious when it came to important matters, changed his tone. "It is said that Whitebeard seems to have become younger."
With such striking long, wavy blond hair, and Whitebeard's personality of always being at the forefront of battle, how could he possibly go unnoticed?
"Hmm..." Long stroked his chin, it seems that this was also done by Violet.
After witnessing how Vera saved Ginny's life with a ruby, a feat that had baffled countless doctors, Dragon held Vera in high regard for her healing abilities.
But how could it make Whitebeard younger? I wonder what kind of ability that is. But with such good healing effects, why did the Whitebeard Pirates only give him an island and some treasure?
A bit stingy.
Long shook his head slightly: "Try to avoid conflict with the Whitebeard Pirates during this period."
In any case, Whitebeard, now in full physical condition, will definitely have to fight several battles to re-establish his and the Whitebeard Pirates' status on the high seas with undeniable strength.
"Okay." As expected of Ginny's recommendation, he was the person in charge of the intelligence group when she was unable to move around easily. After being shocked by this explosive news for a few seconds, he quickly returned to normal.
"On the Big Mom Pirates' side, besides the conflict with Whitebeard, Charlotte Cracker seems to be looking for a cook, and Charlotte Katakuri's recent actions are also strange. He's been away from home for longer periods than usual at this time of year, and he's getting farther and farther away from Whole Cake Island's territory each time."
dragon:"……"
Needless to say, the blame should still be placed on Vieille.
"...Is there anything else?"
"Uh, and there's also Vice Admiral Kuzan, who seems to have arrived on the Grand Line as well."
Kuzan did it discreetly, not daring to let anyone discover that he was looking for someone. So, to intelligence personnel from the Navy, pirates, and the Revolutionary Army, this vice admiral seemed to be just taking a stroll on the dangerous Grand Line.
He rides his bicycle, relying on his cheat-like Devil Fruit ability to wander aimlessly all day long.
Dragon, listening to the intelligence team's expressionless complaints: "..."
He had a feeling that Violet would have to take the blame again.
I didn't realize it when I was caught up in the situation in R'lyeh, but now that I see it, how come Violet is such a troublemaker?
The recent events at sea seem to be inextricably linked to her, one after another.
How can she be so capable?
Dragon couldn't help but ask himself three soul-searching questions.
Is there anything else?
The intelligence team member who was reporting glanced at Long, whose voice seemed a little weak, blinked, and continued.
"The World Government is looking for a Celestial Dragon."
"Celestial Dragons?"
"Yes, they said they suddenly disappeared without a trace. None of the slaves and CP0 members who were with that Celestial Dragon have been heard from since. All we know is that when we last contacted them, their fleet seemed to be coating the Sabaody Archipelago."
So, are they planning to head to the Grand Line?
Dragon sneered. Those guys who had been spoiled in Mary Geoise were completely unaware of the dangers of the Grand Line. They plunged in headfirst with ridiculous arrogance, thinking that everything around them would grovel at their feet like tamed slaves in the Holy Land.
The Grand Line is not like the garden behind their houses, where even the soil has to be carefully sifted to ensure no pebbles poke their fragile feet.
Storms, waves, undercurrents, reefs... Even seasoned veterans must be on their guard in these waters, not to mention the elusive sea monsters.
Even disregarding human factors, there are too many factors on the Grand Line that could cause a fleet to vanish without a trace.
Well, the disappearance of this Celestial Dragon should have nothing to do with Violet.
Long mentally reviewed Violet's recent schedule and confirmed that as long as Violet did not have the ability to create clones, this matter should have nothing to do with her.
He leaned back in his chair, slightly relaxing.
The Big Mom Pirates, the Marines... it doesn't matter. Anyway, Violet is no longer on the Grand Line. Let those guys search for her if they want. With the Whitebeard Pirates and Ginny helping to clean up the traces, they won't find a single hair of Violet even if they dig three feet into the ground.
That's great. With Violet's fighting and escape abilities, as long as she doesn't mess with the Celestial Dragons or run into his father, she can definitely roam freely in the East Blue.
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Author's note: You breathed a sigh of relief too soon, Dragon [eating melon emoji]
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