Chapter 114 The Player Wants a Pretty Little Bird
"Long time no see, Marco!"
Violet looked at Marco's magnificent wings and tail with envy.
No matter how many times I see them, they are always so beautiful. I really envy Mr. Newgate for being able to keep such beautiful little birds on his ship.
"Pfft, hahaha!" Marco couldn't help but burst into laughter when he heard Vil's description. He raised his wing and tapped Vil's forehead with the tip of his feather. "I'm not some pretty little bird."
If those pirates who were kicked into the sea by the phoenix and whose bodies were never retrieved heard these words, even if they turned into skeletons, they would sit up and look at Violet with empty eye sockets.
You call this killing god a pretty little bird?
Vera asked, her voice trembling with desire, "Marco, would you be willing to switch jobs and come work for us?"
Upon hearing this, Marco's expression immediately became very strange, as if he had seen his normally well-behaved child possessed by some unclean spirit.
But Violet wasn't red-haired after all, and Marco could only shake his head helplessly in the end: "We haven't invited you yet, but we've heard about your invitation first."
“I haven’t congratulated you yet, Violet.” Marco smiled with satisfaction and pride. “'The youngest Shichibukai,' is that impressive?”
"When we heard the news, Dad and we were all shocked. Miu and Harta were even clamoring to send you gifts."
In fact, knowing that there were no "fierce and intimidating pirates" on R'lyeh, Namur was so anxious when he learned that the Seven Warlords of the Sea, including Violet, were to respond to the mandatory summons to Marineford that he almost volunteered to be a temporary worker on R'lyeh.
If Jinbe hadn't later sent word that he would be traveling with Violet and would make sure she wasn't deceived by the despicable World Government, Dad might have actually agreed.
Marco thought of his father's expression when he saw Violet's wanted poster and the joint announcement from the World Government and the Navy regarding the appointment of the Seven Warlords of the Sea. His father must have felt a little regretful at that time.
Such a young, energetic, and lovable little girl, her father must really want to adopt Vera as his daughter.
Marco and his brothers were also very much looking forward to their lively, cheerful, and intelligent younger sister joining the Whitebeard Pirates.
But this is for the best.
After being stunned for half a second by the news, Dad quickly burst into laughter.
This sea is so vast and beautiful, with so many magnificent landscapes and countless adventure stories. It embraces everything, including an energetic little girl.
"Let her cause trouble, let her go on adventures!" Newgate laughed loudly, "We still have the Whitebeard Pirates!"
Having become a Shichibukai, Violet is destined never to join any other faction again, but her friendship with the Whitebeard Pirates will not diminish in the slightest.
“Although we can’t switch jobs, but…” Marco suggested to Violet, “would you like to be carried around a few times by the ‘beautiful phoenix’?”
Vera: ...
Violet: !!!
She gasped sharply, her pupils trembling with excitement.
"Really, really, really, is it possible? I mean, can you take me flying around a few times?"
Seeing Violet so excited that she was incoherent, Marco smiled and nodded, his blue wings fluttering gently, drawing a magnificent and breathtaking arc in the air.
Violet grabbed Marco's bird leg and, with an excited "whoosh," was carried into the sky by Marco.
Sabo crossed his arms and snorted coldly: "Heh, do you think the island lord still remembers that there were two islanders on the ship who were neither pretty nor able to fly?"
Marco, ha! Mythical Zoan, ha! Phoenix, ha!
He even said it was a pity that the island lord couldn't join the Whitebeard Pirates after becoming a Shichibukai, but he thought that guy was still up to no good.
Luo: "..."
Luo: "Mr. Corazon is still with us."
If that bald bird really had designs on the island's owner, Mr. Corazon would definitely find a way to notify them immediately.
Marco, the bird that was criticized, did indeed have some ulterior motives.
Is it showing off, or enticing?
Marco was confident that there wouldn't be another flying creature as flamboyant as him on this vast ocean, perhaps Jhin with his own flame effects would be one?
However, the Phoenix's flames are warm, blue flames, while the flames on Ember's body are just ordinary fire, giving Marco a victory.
The phoenix has fluffy, soft, and brightly colored feathers, while Jhin only has a dark, cold leather coat. This makes Marco the second winner.
The Phoenix possesses miraculous healing abilities, loves medicine, and cares for his brothers and comrades, while Jhin is a pervert who enjoys interrogation. This makes Marco a 3-winner.
Marco, having won all three matches, nodded confidently. Indeed, the Phoenix was the best.
Marco was confident that Violet would not find a better flying creature than the phoenix on this ocean.
This is similar to those schemes that lure people in with "free trials" and "samples," and then recoup their losses through other add-ons.
However, Marco is a businessman who is quite confident in his "own products" and is certain that Violet, who has experienced the Phoenix Seat, will "pay up" for future experiences.
"Would you like it lower?"
As Marco spoke, he folded his wings and descended with Violet. The mirror-like blue sea below reflected their silhouettes, and the shimmering surface of the sea rushed past Violet's feet. She could even smell the damp moisture stirred up by the wings.
Vera tiptoed and tentatively stepped into the water, the splashing droplets wetting her skirt.
"Or even higher?"
Marco flapped his wings and soared upwards, the warm sunlight shining on them, the clouds and sun seemingly within reach.
The phoenix's azure wings almost blended into the sky, appearing both real and illusory, both tangible and intangible. The meaning of the words "Mythical Beast" was so clearly displayed before Violet—it was a fairy tale that did not belong to reality.
"Marco!"
Violet exclaimed, "You're so beautiful, Marco! Lots of people must like you!"
Marco, who had completely transformed into an immortal phoenix from beginning to end, chuckled softly and helplessly, the feathers on his chest trembling slightly with his laughter.
like?
Marco recalled the expressions on the enemy's faces whenever he appeared on the battlefield, and he thought that their horrified looks were not because they were dazzled by the phoenix's magnificent feathers.
The title of Whitebeard's First Division Commander is not something the enemy likes, but rather something that makes them despair.
However, when facing his friend, this "phoenix that inspires despair" accepted the compliment with a smile.
"I'm glad you like it, yoi." Marco tempted Violet with a bright smile. "If you want to fly again in the future, you can come find me on the Moby Dick."
As the flagship of the maritime emperor whose every move affects the world, and my father's beloved ship, it has virtually no privacy unless it deliberately hides its whereabouts.
Violet can find them by following the gossip tabloids at sea.
Violet asked expectantly, "Then Marco, can I ride you? Like a dragon knight and a dragon."
Holding onto your feet is just too unglamorous!
Marco's bird-like face once again displayed a strange expression. He seemed to have a lot to say, yet also didn't know what to say. His mouth opened and closed, and finally he uttered a firm refusal.
"no."
Waaaaah, Marco, how could you, a warm phoenix, utter such cold words?
Violet put on a pitiful, heartbroken expression as she looked at Marco. Marco… Marco suddenly looked up, refusing to look at her.
"Are you really not related to Shanks?" Marco thought of a certain Shanks who had made the same shameless request, and how he had kicked Shanks into the sea.
Marco, shaking his wings to make his flight more stable, muttered under his breath, "Or is it related to Roger?"
Think of Roger, who dared to directly ask his father for crew members. Hmm, just like him... so audacious, yoi.
Marco's stamina would make it easy for him to fly from here to Sphinx Island in one go, but he wasn't sure if Violet could handle it.
And then there were the islanders of Vil, whom he "almost forgot" about.
Marco could only regretfully announce the end of the pleasant exercise time, and after circling twice in the sky, he put Violet back on the armored ship.
Marco pointed out the location of Sphinx Island to Violet: "I'll be waiting for you there."
Violet looked up with reluctance at the phoenix gradually merging into the sky.
Sabo walked over to Vil and handed her a folded handkerchief: "Island Master, the person is gone. Wipe your drool."
Violet obediently took the handkerchief, dabbed it at her lips, and looked down—there was nothing there.
Vera narrowed her eyes and gave a dangerous glance to the disobedient islander who dared to mess with the island lord.
Sabo: "Heh."
Violet: ?
This is outrageous!
Before Vera could roll up her sleeves and prepare to reach for Sabo's soft waist to demonstrate the inviolable authority of the island lord, Luo, who had adjusted the angle of the sails according to the course, walked over.
"Is that a pity?"
As Luo spoke, he looked up at the sky, which was now completely devoid of birdsong.
"It's a pity," Vera said honestly, completely oblivious to the subtle atmosphere around her. "It's such a shame."
She took out the cowbell she had hidden in her bosom and sighed, "It didn't bind, damn it!" So, did the poor tester have already fixed the bug where creatures ridden by players would be automatically recognized as mounts?
Tsk!
Sphinx Island wasn't far away, and with Marco's precise navigation, they quickly and smoothly reached the shore.
Marco stood on the beach to greet them.
As the birthplace of Mr. Newgate, Sphinx Island received the absolute protection of this sea emperor.
Therefore, even though it is located on the perilous Grand Line, the islanders of this not-so-large island have a passion and fearlessness similar to those of the East China Sea residents.
Especially since Marco personally came to greet them. Marco, who often conducts free medical clinics on Sphinx Island, was not unfamiliar to them, and their enthusiasm was even more evident when they saw the three children with him.
"Hello, Mr. Marco, how have things been lately?"
"Are these your younger siblings, Mr. Marco? They're so well-behaved."
"What are you saying?! Being by Mr. Marco's side, he must be Mr. Newgate's crew member. That's what you call a promising young man!"
"Oh right, he's young and promising! I knew it, this kid has the aura of a great pirate!"
With the air of a great pirate, Violet ate the honey frosting dumplings fed to her by the Sphinx Islanders, chewing vigorously with bulging cheeks.
She looked at Marco, who was making an appointment with someone to help him with his chronic back pain the next afternoon: "He's really popular."
"The atmosphere on this island is really nice."
Sabo, observing more closely, looked at the flower decorations hanging in front of the door beside him: "And quite prosperous."
This kind of warm welcome to guests cannot be cultivated simply through peace and stability; it requires at least abundant production and a prosperous life over a considerable period of time.
Luo nodded in agreement.
The inhabitants of Fryvanes, who once prospered by mining platinum and lead, were like this.
"Ah, indeed, my father often sends his treasures here to support the infrastructure and education projects here."
Vera, who was also an island owner, nodded in agreement: "That's right, that's right. As the old saying goes, no matter how poor you are, you can't be poor in education. If you want to get rich, have fewer children and build more roads."
"Mr. Newgate is so generous. He's even contributing to his hometown after becoming successful. What a good person!"
"Pfft, haha." Marco reached out and ruffled Violet's hair with his large hand. "What kind of person do you think your old man is, yoi?"
"My dad is very stingy. He always makes us pay for his drinks when we're out drinking."
"So when you took the treasure from the Moby Dick, Dad was heartbroken for a long time."
It's just that when an ordinary person's savings are wiped out overnight, they'll hide under the covers and cry their heart out, but when a father's savings are wiped out overnight, it will make others hide under the covers and cry their heart out.
"Alright, we've arrived."
Marco stopped halfway up a hill behind the village, and looking up, he could see villagers busy with their dinner.
"Aside from a few mushrooms that grow after the rain, there's nothing special about this forest. Apart from a few hunters, most people rarely come here."
They found their way here by following the location marked on the [mysterious treasure map]. Marco, who was quite familiar with Sphinx Island, recognized the marked location on the treasure map at a glance.
At this moment, he was carrying a shovel borrowed from a villager, and he tapped the overgrown ground in front of him with his toe.
"Start excavation?"
Vera took out three golden shovels from her backpack and divided them among Luo, Sabo, and herself.
Violet forcefully shoveled the shovel into the soil.
"Start digging!"
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Author's note: I'm so jealous that my dad can keep birds on the boat! [crying emoji]
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