Chapter 56 The abundance of items in the player's inventory is beyond your imagination...
Bang! Crack! Boom—
"This is butter and cheese toast, flavored vegetables, watermelon drink, and milk caramel pudding." Chef Sachi, with his exaggeratedly styled orange-red hair, placed the freshly prepared food in front of Vera. "Eat first, they'll probably be making a fuss for a while."
In Sachi's eyes, nothing was more important than filling one's stomach, except for life and death.
A delicious meal is the key to starting a wonderful day and the foundation for a good mood.
Did you sleep well last night?
The beautiful woman—no, Izang—walked in gracefully carrying a tray, ignoring the seats scattered throughout the overly empty restaurant, and sat down opposite Violet.
Wilton suddenly felt that the food on his plate tasted better.
"Not bad." Vera looked through the open door at the crowd gathered outside and the rather lively bow of the ship behind them. "What are they doing over there?"
Izang picked up his hot tea and took a sip: "It's been a long time since Dad has tested Marco's skills. He suddenly had the urge this morning."
Violet noticed that Izang was holding the teacup with his left hand, and that his beautiful fingers holding the teacup were wrapped in bandages.
Noticing Violet's gaze, Yizang lowered his eyes and smiled nonchalantly: "Dad also tested me last night to see if I've been neglecting my exercise lately."
Just then, Namur, with a bandage wrapped around his neck, walked into the restaurant: "Do you have any meat? Do you have any meat? Fish, beef, mutton... Ah, Vera, you're here for dinner? It's still early, won't you rest a little longer?"
Vera shook her head. Hardworking farmers all know that the early bird catches the worm.
“Well said!” Sachi wanted to applaud Violet. “Those bastards who stay up all night and don’t wake up during the day should hear this.”
A bunch of guys who constantly whine about being hungry and wanting a midnight snack in the middle of the night, but then sleep in all the mornings after making breakfast and never leave the house—what a waste of the chef's hard work.
With their contrast, Sachi became increasingly satisfied as he watched Vera eat gracefully and quickly.
"...But Violet, you have a really good appetite."
The head chef also knew that Violet was one of the people on board the Moby Dick to treat her father's illness. He was very grateful to Violet and made too much breakfast in his excitement. He originally wanted to bring a little bit of each dish over for Violet to try, so as to observe her preferences and make lunch accordingly. Unexpectedly, Violet cleared all the food off the table.
Izang was surprised to find that breakfast consisted only of a cup of tea and a small portion of vinegared rice with vegetables.
Izang frowned slightly, his handsome brows furrowing: "Are you alright? Are you feeling unwell?"
Violet shook her head. Players' stomachs are bottomless pits. Let alone a table full of food, she ate two sets of eighty pumpkin cookies while fighting Cracker.
It's great that he can eat well; Sachi loves people who can eat a lot and appreciate his food.
The gluttons on the ship aside, they couldn't tell the difference between beef tenderloin marinated in red wine and rosemary for three hours and any random piece of beef grilled over charcoal.
Namuel: "...What red wine fragrance? Have you ever made this dish?"
See? He said that Sachi rolled his eyes.
After confirming that Vera was not feeling unwell, Izou, who was sitting opposite her, patiently waited for Vera to finish eating, and then took out a fragrant new handkerchief embroidered with small flowers from his bosom.
Yizang said gently, "Here, wipe your mouth."
Violet raised her head, squinted her eyes, and enjoyed the fragrant scent and gentle movements of Yi Zang.
When Vista entered the restaurant, this incredibly heartwarming scene greeted him. He walked out backwards, questioning his existence, and then came back in, looking completely bewildered.
He didn't drink yesterday, so how come I saw a gentle girl wiping a child's mouth? Haha, he must have been exhausted from rushing back to the Moby Dick all night.
Namuel: "This is Vera."
A few days ago, Vista went out to visit his friends in the nearby kendo circle. He only returned in a hurry after receiving a message from Marco, so he did not participate in last night's visit to Vil.
Vista looked at Violet, who was sitting obediently in a chair, wearing a black and red checkered dress, with fair and smooth skin, inverted triangular translucent fin-like ears and scattered light blue scales.
She's clearly a beauty in the making.
Looking back at Miu'er, well, he's a merman too.
Namuel objected: "What kind of look is that?!"
"Hmm...Speaking of which, have you seen a notebook with a slightly yellowed cover?"
This topic shift was far too abrupt.
"No, I'm serious! It's a notebook written by a master swordsman from over a hundred years ago, containing his insights into swordsmanship. It was previously kept in the library of Ohara, but later..."
Vista shrugged. Later, because the historians of Ohara angered the World Government with their interpretation of history, the World Government launched a Buster Call, wiping out all the buildings and people on the entire island.
"I thought that notebook was gone forever, but I didn't expect someone to borrow it before the Buster Call was launched. It was only by chance that I saw someone selling it."
After buying it, I excitedly placed it in my room, preparing to adjust my mind and body to a suitable state, burning incense and taking a bath before solemnly examining it.
As a result, when Vista returned from his trip, the notebook that had been placed in the highest position and admired every day was gone!
No thief would dare to steal from the Whitebeard Pirates. Vista suspected that one of his brothers had gotten drunk, wandered into the wrong room, and taken the notebook. After opening it, he found he couldn't understand it and simply put it aside.
Izang, Saqi, and Namür shook their heads.
[Not... original, distressed, pirated, counterfeit...]
Vera: "Huh, is that so?"
Vera: "Don't worry, that notebook is a pirated, aged fake."
Vista's eyes widened in disbelief: "How did you know?"
Yeah, how did she know... wait, no, who was speaking in her head just now?
Violet quickly rummaged through her backpack and saw that Olbia, the little white ghost that had been quietly sitting next to [Fragile Rose], was now floating up and down with unusual liveliness. When Violet tried to touch her, Olbia gently bumped against the sides of the grid, trying to get out.
Violet took out the little ghost, and a semi-transparent woman with snow-white hair appeared in the restaurant.
Bista: "This...this..."
Namuel bit his tongue: "Ghost, ghost!"
A translucent, expressionless woman who suddenly appeared out of nowhere—what else could she be but a ghost?!
“Olbia!” Violet still remembered the name of the undead she had dug up. “You’ve finally woken up?”
After digging up Olbia, Violet tried to take her out of her backpack and talk to her, but Olbia, who had left her own grave, became extremely weak and could only briefly leave the backpack at night to go outside. Her consciousness seemed to be in a daze, and she did not respond to anything Violet said to her.
This was the first time Vil had ever heard Olbia speak.
"Oh my god, Violet, don't talk to ghosts!" Namur pulled Violet to his side, trembling. "Haven't you heard? If a ghost greets you and you instinctively respond, she'll take you away and make you disappear from this world forever!"
Both Izang and Vista drew their weapons as if facing a formidable enemy.
However, is this weapon really effective against ghosts?
The two squad leaders had serious expressions.
Vista: "Um, wait, where's Sachi?"
Hua Jian looked around and was horrified to find that the head chef, who had just been beside her, was nowhere to be seen.
Could it be that Sachi has already been taken away by this female ghost?!
The loyal and righteous swordsman's eyes reddened. He couldn't accept that his brother, who had just been laughing and talking with him, had been taken away by a female ghost...
Bista gritted his teeth, and even tasted blood in his mouth.
The sound of rapidly approaching footsteps came from behind. Vista turned around and saw the head chef, whom they had thought had died a glorious death, running towards them with his strong arms steadily holding a large pot.
Sachi shouted, "Get out of the way!"
Namur, who was bravely blocking the female ghost on the left, reacted. Izou, who was close to Violet to protect her, also reacted. Only Vista was sandwiched between the female ghost and Sachi, with no room to escape.
With a whoosh, scalding hot particles slapped directly onto Vista's face, stunning even the well-versed swordsman.
Vista: "...What is this?"
Sachi: "Glutinous rice and black donkey hooves!"
Izang sensed something was wrong: "Wait, why would there be something like this on the ship?"
Glutinous rice is one thing, but how did black donkey hooves end up in a restaurant? And where is this exorcism item from? It doesn't seem to fit the style of the Grand Line at all.
Sachi: "It was a gift from a gentleman who is a very skilled chef, when I was exchanging experiences with him."
A qualified chef should always pay attention to collecting various ingredients!
The spilled glutinous rice passed straight through the female ghost's body, and even the black donkey hoof, which was expected to be of great use, had no effect.
No, there are still some. The female ghost who was just standing there expressionless suddenly raised her head and looked at them!
Sachi huddled together with the rice-coated Vista in terror: "We're doomed!!"
"What are you all doing blocking this place? And..."
Marco, who had been practicing with his enthusiastic father since early morning, felt completely drained after an hour of burning with the Flame of Regeneration. He desperately needed to replenish his energy. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a white-haired woman who was translucent and faintly visible in the sunlight.
Marco: "...Food?"
Marco: !!!
The captain of the first squad was so shocked that even his usually droopy eyes widened.
Olbia didn't look at Marco, but instead floated slowly towards Vista, whose head was covered in sticky rice, with a blank expression.
This powerful swordsman looked like he was about to crush the hilt of his sword.
Just as Namur and the others were about to rush forward to fight and save Vista, who was being targeted by the female ghost, Olbia stopped right in front of Vista.
As Olbia floated above, she looked down at Bista with eyes devoid of any emotion, which made even Namur, a mere bystander, gasp in shock.
Vista tensed up, holding his breath, ready to counterattack at any moment.
Snap!
There was a sound of something falling, and Marco subconsciously looked down and saw a yellowed notebook lying below where the female ghost was floating.
Olbia spoke expressionlessly.
"Fake goods."
"Here you go."
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Author's Note: White Team: Don't bring everything onto the ship, Violet!!!
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