Chapter 58 The Player's Degenerate Life
"Come on, close your eyes."
Just after taking a shower, Violet, warm and fragrant, stood behind Izou, equally warm and fragrant, with his long black hair flowing freely.
Without his makeup, Yizang no longer possessed the captivating beauty of the day, but under the moonlight, he appeared even more gentle and serene.
Yizang unscrewed the small round box on the table, scooped out a piece of the snow-white moisturizing cream, and spread it on his palm, letting it melt in the warmth of his hand.
He bent down, his long black hair flowing down his shoulders like water. A few strands landed on the back of Vera's hand, which was resting on her knee, making her ticklish. She instinctively reached out and grabbed it.
"hiss……"
Izang frowned slightly: "Don't move."
As he spoke, he carefully applied the moisturizer to Vera's face: "The sea is windy and the sun's radiation is strong, so you need to take care of your skin."
Wow.
Violet thought to herself that although players wouldn't get tanned or develop spots—and if they wanted dark skin or freckles, they'd have to pay for it—that didn't stop Violet from enjoying Izang's skincare services.
She remained completely still, simply sitting here with her eyes closed, enjoying the full skincare service offered by the Tibetan government...
Violet took a deep breath. Ah, the air smelled of decadence.
After finishing Violet's skincare routine, Izo walked behind her, dried her hair with a soft towel, and then gently combed it with a wooden comb.
Izang's voice came from behind: "What are you laughing at?"
"Izo!" Vera called out Izo's name excitedly with her eyes closed. "This is wonderful!"
Yizang rested his hands on the back of the chair and looked up at his reflection in the mirror.
The captains had all noticed something was wrong with their father's health, but unlike Marco, they knew nothing about medicine and could only watch anxiously without showing it to the other team members or the Navy.
Izo recalled the way his father looked when he came out of the captain's cabin today; he had seen that blond hair before.
When he first followed his former master to the Whitebeard Pirates, he was full of vigor and ambition, with a white cloak draped over his back and his dazzling blond hair attracting everyone's attention in the sunlight.
When did Dad's handsome, flamboyant blond hair start to be replaced by black strips of cloth?
The effects of aging and hidden injuries on his father were long and subtle, so much so that it wasn't until today, when Izo saw his father's blond hair again and felt his powerful aura that made people bow their heads just by standing next to him, that he realized how great the impact his father had been.
The loyalty etched into the blood of a samurai made it difficult for Izo to accept his own rustiness. He needed to temporarily rely on the things he had learned in his childhood to survive in order to calm himself down.
"To hide?"
What a perceptive child! He lowered his eyes and picked up the comb again.
"No need to say that, we should be thanking you."
Violet thought of the reward Marco had promised and couldn't help but hum softly.
"Fair trade".
No, this is not a fair trade at all. Dad's condition is gradually returning to its former peak, even if it is only temporary, this achievement is too amazing.
The Grand Line, no, the entire world situation will be changed.
Clearly, even Marco and Namur, who had brought Vera here and placed high hopes on her, did not expect that Vera's injections would be so effective, producing such amazing results after just two injections.
Marco, recovering from his shock, hastily led almost half of his squadron leaders away from the Moby Dick to prepare for the potential fierce backlash from the Navy and even other Emperors of the Sea should the incident be exposed.
After all, neither the Navy, which wants to eliminate pirates, nor other ambitious pirates would be happy to see Whitebeard, this great pirate, continue to dominate the seas for decades.
And it was Violet who brought about all these changes...
With her hands firmly gripping her hair, Vera didn't even feel the slightest pain from being pulled.
No matter the cost, the Whitebeard Pirates will protect her.
"How about wearing this as pajamas?"
As Izo helped Vera comb her hair, he took out a loose, off-white long dress embroidered with peach blossoms. From the fabric that shimmered with fiery colors as Izo moved, it was clear that the dress was made of exceptional material.
But even with such precious material, Izang didn't hesitate to cut it up to make pajamas for Vera.
"nice!"
This quest can even unlock new outfits! Awesome!
"Then get some rest. Goodnight, Violet."
After Izo pushed open the door and walked out, his Observation Haki swept across his surroundings, and his originally gentle eyes suddenly revealed the dangerous nature of a pirate.
He rubbed his temples, closed the door to Vera's room, and let his wooden clogs cast long shadows on the deck in the moonlight.
Another black ink stain appeared on the deck, and Izang looked at Harta, who was standing beside him.
"The wind is strong at sea and the solar radiation is intense, so be careful to protect your skin..."
Harta repeated the words in a high-pitched voice, mimicking Izou's earlier tone, before immediately adopting a resentful expression.
"Why have you never said such gentle words to me, Izou?"
The elegant Izang rolled her eyes at Harta in a very inelegant way.
"Is it right for you to use Observation Haki to eavesdrop on what's happening in a little girl's room?"
“Uh…” Harta paused awkwardly, “I was just thinking you would invite Violet to stay on the ship?”
Why would you think that?
"I think Violet likes you quite a bit, and besides, staying with the Whitebeard Pirates is the safest option, isn't it?"
Once it's revealed that the reason for Daddy's recovery was the injection made by Violet, Violet will become the center of a storm at sea.
Even though they had carefully obscured the purpose of Violet's arrival on the Moby Dick from the beginning, the fact that Violet's arrival and Old Man's recovery were only one day apart made it easy for any slightly experienced intelligence officer to connect the two.
“Even if she left the Whitebeard Pirates.” Izo’s gaze fell on a vast, dark sea.
In the quiet of the night, countless people were keeping a close eye on the Moby Dick's movements.
But it doesn't matter, even if Violet's information is eventually leaked.
He spoke softly, as if making a promise, or stating a fact.
"Even if she leaves the Whitebeard Pirates, we can still protect her."
Harta was taken aback for a moment, then broke into a hearty smile.
"Isn't this just common sense?"
They're the Whitebeard Pirates!
——
"Vell." A gentle knock came from the wooden door, and Izo's voice came from outside, "Are you awake?"
Vera suddenly opened her eyes, still somewhat disoriented as she looked at the wood-grained ceiling above her.
What time is it... Wait, it's already breakfast time?!
Suddenly sitting up in bed, Violet couldn't believe she had been sleeping so soundly.
But there's a reason for that: soft bedding, comfortable pajamas, soothing and pleasant aromatherapy, and a well-timed bath and massage before bed...
Vera jumped out of bed in a flurry and rushed to the door to open it for Izang.
Yi Zang was holding several neatly folded pieces of clothing, with an exquisite wooden box on top of them.
"No need to rush, I brought you a few outfits." The beautiful woman in the kimono smiled. "Try them on and see if you like the pattern and if the size fits. If any alterations are needed, you can let the tailor know as soon as possible."
It's fashion!
Violet is now declaring that [The Unsinkable White Whale] is her favorite mission!
Yi Zang possesses an aesthetic sense that far exceeds the world average by several times, which in reality means that every piece of clothing he chooses is good-looking.
Vera touched the dress she was wearing with a sigh. Such a beautiful outfit was actually a free reward from a quest. This game doesn't make any money!
You should know that in the games that Violet used to play, not to mention fashion items, even the jewelry and shoes in a set of clothes had to be sold separately.
"like?"
Izang stood behind Vil and pulled out her hair that was pressed under her collar.
"Um!"
"If you like it, that's fine."
With her hair neatly styled, she ran her fingers through Vera's smooth black hair and asked, "Would you like me to style your hair?"
Oh my god, there are even free hairstyle outfits! Is this heaven? Is Izo an angel?!
Upon hearing Violet's heartfelt praise, Izo paused, "No, I am a pirate."
Pirates are a group of free-spirited individuals with strong likes and dislikes. Violet thinks the Whitebeard Pirates are great because she has earned their affection and gratitude.
But as Violet grows up and meets more people on this sea, she will one day encounter someone who approaches her with pure malice.
Violet also introduced herself earnestly: "I'm a farmer!"
"Yes, I know. Dad and Marco made a deal with you, right?"
Unlike the other brothers who thought it was excessive for Marco to charge money for escorting Vil's supplies, Izo admired Marco's attitude of treating public and private matters equally.
"Namour and Harta have gone to pick up the ship. Don't worry, there won't be any problems with your things."
Yizang took a step back: "What do you think of this hairstyle?"
Great, it looks good!
"There are some other pieces of jewelry here, would you like to try them on?"
——
Luo stood on the boat with a tense expression, and just a few steps away from him stood two faces that would be familiar to anyone who had read the newspaper.
Namur, the 8th Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates, and Harta, the 12th Division Commander.
After Namur and Harta approached R'lyeh by boat, they handed him a rolled-up papyrus. When Luo opened it, he saw that the script inside was quite familiar to him.
[Big business opportunity, come quick! PS: Bring extra backpacks]
Even now, thinking back on it, the veins on Luo's forehead still throb. That girl, Violet, couldn't she have written a few more words on such a large sheet of papyrus?!
He's completely unaware of his current situation.
Whether Violet's treatment was effective, and whether she was coerced by the Whitebeard Pirates, although judging from Marco and Namur's behavior, the Whitebeard Pirates should not harm Violet, but what if they are?
Pirates' greed is insatiable, and their pursuit of treasure is an instinct written in their very bones.
What if they take a liking to Violet's amazing abilities, fine character, and outstanding potential, and are determined to keep her, even if it means imprisoning her in a cage?
Luo imagined himself locked in a dark, damp cage covered in moss and possibly even riddled with rat nests, bound hand and foot with rough hemp rope, his eyes brimming with tears as he looked at Violet through a tiny window no bigger than the palm of his hand.
Harta leaned closer to Namuel: "Clang, clang... Are these the islanders of Violet?"
She looks completely different from Vie's bold and cheerful self. How should I put it?
Namur looked at the spotted hat on Luo's head; the guy looked like a gloomy mushroom that would ooze black liquid if cut open.
"What kind of address is that... Harta, and why are you eating again?!"
Harta's cheeks were bulging, and he held a half-eaten, fresh carrot with teeth marks still on the broken end.
"It tasted so good that I ate it." Harta crunched it like a rabbit. "It was crisp, sweet, and juicy."
"Crack, crack... Tell me, why are the vegetables that Sister Vera grows so delicious?"
Two notorious pirates stood facing each other amidst a ship full of carrots, corn, and eggplants.
Namuel: "Give me half."
The two notorious pirates, who were in cahoots, were making sniffing noises behind him. Law closed his eyes, pretending not to notice anything.
A single carrot was far from enough to fill the bellies of the two great pirates. Having already become vegetable thieves, the two decided to go all out and began rummaging through the pile of vegetables.
Harta exclaimed in surprise, "Ah, it's a tomato!"
Namuel: "They even have pomegranates! That's incredibly extravagant."
"What is this yellow, spiky thing... Ugh, it smells awful!"
I can't hear you, I can't hear you...
Luo's hand, which was holding the hat, trembled slightly.
"You guys, everything you're eating costs money!"
Law, whose anger was not at all gloomy, glared angrily at Harta and Namur, who had a tomato in one hand and a pomegranate in the other. He threw all his speculations about Whitebeard's possible reaction and his vigilance against dangerous pirates into the water and to hell!
These are crops that he and Chopper painstakingly cared for, bit by bit!
Harta and Namur nodded guiltily, "Of course, of course, not a single Pele will be missing..."
The shadows covered the ship, and Luo subconsciously looked up and saw the enormous object floating on the sea—the Moby Dick.
"We've arrived."
Harta and Namuel stood up, their previous casual and relaxed demeanor completely gone.
"Let's get on the boat."
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Author's Note: Violet: This place is so peaceful, I don't even want to think about anything else! [pats head][pats head][pats head]
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