Chapter 44 The Players' Covert Observation
Because of the delicious cookies and the mysterious girl, Cracker did not leave Candy Island that day.
The next day, he met the cookie maker, a guy named Vera, at Perospero's office.
Cracker lowered his head, looking at the black-haired, black-eyed girl who only reached his knees.
It's hard to imagine that such delicious cookies were made by this teenager in front of me.
Sparks flew twice from Cracker's purple hair as he felt the mood. He drew his longsword from his waist, the silver light flashing in the room, the cold blade pressed against Vera's shoulder.
The chocolate bar was pressed down slightly.
Do you know the consequences of deceiving Charlotte?
"Of course, I always put reputation first in business."
Cracker and Violet exchanged glances, while Perospero sat to the side watching them with interest. A few seconds later, Cracker retrieved his longsword and casually slung it over his shoulder again.
“Perolin, don’t be so nervous. This is my younger brother, Cracker. He tasted the pumpkin cookies you gave me to try yesterday and thought they were just what he wanted.”
Perospero spoke, dispelling the tense atmosphere in the room.
Violet set aside the ice wand she had been ready to take out of her pocket at any moment.
She greeted him politely, "Hello, Mr. Cracker!"
This rather polite form of address was a bit hard for Cracker to handle. He coughed several times, and his already pale skin turned a light pink.
“I know where the ghosts are, but such information isn’t worth a few candies or cookies.”
"If you want to take anything from the pirates, you'll have to pay a much higher price."
Perospero smiled, like a kind old man in a novel who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside, and kindly pointed out a path to hell for Vera.
“On Sundays, Wan Guo will hold a family gathering that all the children must attend.”
"You'll be in charge of making the new product for the day. As long as Mom is satisfied, you'll be Charlotte's friend."
"Our friends' busyness is our busyness."
What if I'm not satisfied?
Vera lowered her gaze to the candy-shaped buttons on Perospero's body.
Okay.
Hunger never ends!
[Please submit at least three ingredients as the "New Dish of the Day" dessert for Sunday's family tea party (0/3 submitted) Submission countdown: 4 days 12 hours 26 minutes 17 seconds]
The blood-red title proves that this is a high-risk mission, where failure means certain death.
Players don't act without preparation. Violet suggests to Perospero that they should know the center of the tea party, the much-anticipated Queen Charlotte Linlin's dessert preferences.
I originally thought it was information that required a series of prerequisite tasks to unlock, but to my surprise, Perospero readily agreed and personally took Violet to the kitchen in charge of the Queen's afternoon tea.
The head chef in the kitchen is a short male pirate.
The long bread looked at the girl in front of him with a serious expression: "You can only look, but you can't touch anything. Stay in the corner and don't disturb our work!"
Longbread wasn't in a good mood. Lately, because of the Queen's taste preferences, the chefs in the kitchen had been disappearing one after another, like candies placed in the sunlight.
The kitchen is severely understaffed, and even the daily afternoon tea supply is becoming a problem.
As a result, Lord Perospero actually asked him to come and look after the child?
“Don’t say that, Mr. Longbread,” Perospero said with a smile. “The new product for this week’s family tea party will be prepared by Miss Violet, Perolin~”
Upon hearing this, the long bread tilted its head back and looked at Perospero seriously: "Are you sure?"
The head chef's blatant questioning did not anger Perospero. As one of the founders of the Big Mom Pirates, Longbread fought alongside his mother for many years and even played the role of "father" for a considerable period during Perospero's upbringing.
Perospero licked his candy: "Of course."
If Vera's dessert satisfies Mom's appetite, that would be great. But if it doesn't, then Mom's anger this week will have an outlet, won't it?
Perospero bent down, placed his hand on Vera's shoulder, and pushed her in front of the long bread: "For this afternoon's tea party, let Vera follow behind you and serve the food, Perolin~"
Queen Tottoland resides in a fairytale-like castle. At 3:15 p.m. sharp, a giant golden bell is struck on one side of the castle, its clear sound echoing throughout the entire Cake Island, announcing to the people nearby that the Queen's most important afternoon tea is about to begin.
Even the most mortal enemies, at the moment the bells toll, must shake hands with smiles and make peace, their arms around each other's blood-soaked shoulders as they sing for the Queen in the streets.
With fragrant black tea and delicious desserts, surrounded by loyal children and happy subjects, the Empress will laugh heartily as she enjoys the fruits of her decades of conquest.
Anyone who disturbs the Queen's enjoyment will suffer her tyrannical wrath.
"MAMAMA!"
Arriving amidst wild laughter was the star of this feast—the Sea Emperor, Charlotte Linlin.
She was a woman over 8 meters tall with striking pink hair. Her love of high-calorie diets and frequent childbirths had made her slightly plump, but her aggressive beauty and the aura of a powerful woman were not diminished in the slightest.
"Bring it on, today's delicious afternoon tea!"
She sat at the cream-colored floral table, looking down at the chefs who filed in at her command, carrying fragrant and uniquely shaped desserts into the room.
The flower table was soon filled with all kinds of desserts. Long bread walked over to Lingling and poured her a cup of black tea at a comfortable temperature.
"MAMAMA!" Lingling took a sip of black tea, crossed her arms in front of her chest, and showed a childlike expectant smile on her face. "Let's start quickly, I can't wait for today's afternoon tea."
"You won't let me down, will you, longbread?"
Feeling the gaze from above, even the long bread felt a bead of cold sweat trickle down its forehead.
When Lingling's appetite is not satisfied, she loses her mind and falls into a state of madness. At this time, not only will she not eat bread, but even her own children standing in front of her will be attacked by this cruel empress.
The long bread bowed respectfully and said, "I personally oversaw the preparation of all the desserts for afternoon tea."
“MAMAMA…” Lingling smiled meaningfully, “I’m still confident in your bread-making skills.”
"Let's eat."
"This is today's cake, with a chocolate nut cream filling topped with a sweet and sour berry glaze."
"This is today's pudding, a mixed fruit flavor paired with yogurt shaved ice."
"These are today's cookies: berry shortbread cookies drizzled with maple syrup."
...
The chefs beamed with joy as they introduced the desserts on the table to the Queen one by one.
Lingling nodded repeatedly: "That's great, that's great! They all sound delicious, I'll try them all."
The head chef and the other chefs watched with trepidation as Lingling ate each dessert one by one.
It seems that today's afternoon tea went well? That's what the chefs have been thinking all along.
It seems she has no particular food preferences? This is Violet, carefully observing the Empress's tastes.
Violet really couldn't figure out what kind of desserts Big Mom liked. From cookies to pudding, from nut tarts to shaved ice bowls, the desserts on the table were getting fewer and fewer, but her appetite seemed to never be satisfied.
The long bread held its breath and couldn't help but take a half step back.
Oh no, Mom, I'm not satisfied at all.
The experienced chefs were already showing signs of panic, while the newly recruited chefs relaxed as the Queen finished all the food.
Now that we've finished eating, does that mean we were satisfied with the meal?
Lingling stuffed the last piece of cake into her mouth with black tea, but her insatiable greed made her reach out for the snow-white plate again.
She grabbed nothing.
Lingling blankly repeated the grasping motion.
"That's all..."
The long loaf, forcing a smile, explained, "There's extra cake in the kitchen, if you'd like some more..."
"That's all," Lingling repeated, then suddenly stood up before anyone could react. "The cake!"
"I want cake!!!"
[hp-100]
Violet: !!!
The attack caused by the sound wave alone reduced Vera's health to less than a third!
Those chefs closest to Big Mom collapsed to the ground, their fates unknown. Longbread, with his hands covering his ears, was barely able to hold on and direct the remaining chefs to evacuate quickly.
"Dessert! I want dessert! Give me dessert now!"
"Oh no, it's food cravings!"
Perospero's dying wish meant that when he fled, he didn't abandon Vil like he had abandoned the unconscious cooks. He grabbed Vil's arm and dragged her away from the castle at high speed. Only after they were at a safe distance did he put Vil down and speak to his equally bewildered and terrified subordinates beside him.
"Where is Lord Katakuri? Quickly call him here! There are still the remaining three Sweet Commanders. Only they can stop Mom from having a food craving attack!"
Violet stood on the tender green grass covered with colorful flowers, looking up at the castle in the distance that was constantly collapsing and rising dust.
[You've obtained a clue: Cake]
[You've obtained a clue: Food cravings]
Charlotte's children, having received news of the long bread, quickly arrived and began evacuating the residents of Cake Island.
Violet also saw Katakuri in the mouth of the long bread. He was also a tall guy, wearing a black off-shoulder jacket with three vertical pink tattoos on his chest. Black pants covered his long and straight legs and were decorated with a lot of punk-style studs and spikes.
With his short, amaranth-red hair and furrowed brows, Katakuri hurried over from beside the long bread, clutching a trident, and looked up at the castle, which was almost half collapsed.
The tall man's shadow was longer than Violet and the long loaf of bread combined.
Cake, food cravings... Violet pondered these two clues while using the [honey ointment] she had in her backpack to replenish her blood.
Um?
With a thought, Violet looked up and met a pair of red eyes.
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Author's Note: Let's take Katakuri out for a spin [Let me see].
I saw some information today that says Rocks is Blackbeard's father?! Tell me this isn't true! [crying emoji] I can't accept it!
Dad, didn't you really notice that your son on the ship looks exactly like your old captain? [crying emoji]
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