Chapter 57 The Player's Miraculous Healing
"Is she mocking me? She must be mocking me!"
Startled and covered in a cold sweat, Vista clutched his notebook in disbelief and exclaimed, "I was actually mocked by a ghost!"
The daytime sunlight was a burden for the little ghost. After throwing the notebook on the ground and leaving behind two sentences that made Florian feel vulnerable, Olbia returned to Violet's pocket.
Izang and Namuel were examining Vera's body with great concern, because from their perspective, the female ghost had clearly entered Vera's body and disappeared.
This scene is hard not to associate with the legendary concept of possession.
“I think Olbia was just stating the facts,” Violet said, defending the little ghost she had unearthed. “Or should I call her out and explain things to you?”
The swordsman, who was indignant just a moment ago, quickly waved his hand and said, "No, no, no... it's not necessary."
"Ignore him." Izo glanced at Vista, who was causing trouble, then put his hand on Vera's shoulder, carefully observing her expression. "Does anything feel uncomfortable?"
"Dizziness, nausea, auditory hallucinations, or something like that?"
Marco crossed his arms, looking disapproving: "How can you just let strange things into your body like that?"
“It’s not something strange. I dug the little ghost out myself.” It had just come out of the ground and was already soaking wet when it moved into her backpack. “And Olbia has been staying with me for several days now.”
"What?!"
"Several days?!"
Now, everyone looked at Vera with a mixture of fear and subtle admiration, instead of worry.
Yes, even though they were powerful pirates, they wouldn't dare let a female ghost live on them for so many days.
Namur felt a chill run down his spine. Were young merfolk this reckless these days? Back in their youth, the worst act of rebellion they could commit was simply to wear a hood and hide their identity to wander around human cities on land.
Izang looked at Vera seriously: "So she won't hurt you, right?"
Vera nodded firmly.
“That’s amazing.” Having overcome his initial surprise and panic, Vista looked at Violet with great interest. “Can you control her coming out and going back?”
Vera nodded.
Bista and Namuel: "Wow!"
"So you can talk to her too?"
"She can, but she generally doesn't react much."
It could be said that secretly taking the notebook and then angrily mocking Vista after discovering it was a fake was the most humane thing Olvia had done since moving into her cubicle.
Previously, when Violet released Olbia, the other party was like a machine, showing no response to any of her inquiries or attempts to interact.
Besta and Namur stared at Vera with sparkling eyes.
So cool, so cool! Although the Whitebeard Pirates have all sorts of people, they don't have any ghost crew members or little sisters who can control ghosts yet.
Watching Vil being led away by Marco, Namur quietly approached Izan and Vista.
Namuel: "Tell me, does Father want to have another daughter?"
Although Violet currently identifies herself to crew members other than the squad leader as "a distant cousin of Namur Fishman Island," a fake cousin is never as good as a real cousin.
Vista: "Hard to say... Did Dad see her last night? What did he say?"
"Dad must really like Violet, right?" Namur scratched his head. After all, his father had promised last night that if Violet was ever bullied, he could just say the name of the Whitebeard Pirates.
Except for a few regions, Violet could practically roam freely across the entire Grand Line with this promise.
Izang: "It also depends on the child's wishes."
To be a child of the father and to be under his protection is the best choice for the vast majority of people in this ocean.
But Izan had a premonition that the child would never become a pirate.
Even if pirates occupy a lot of territory, they are still ultimately just free and unrestrained ships drifting on the sea.
Violet is a tree rooted in the land; even as a sapling, her roots have already penetrated deep into the soil. She doesn't seem like someone that this sea could nurture; her core is silent, steadfast, and composed... fundamentally incompatible with the pirates who roam the world.
But who knows? Dad's charm is something most people can't resist.
*
After a night and a morning of "friendly" conversations with his sons, Whitebeard agreed to Vera's treatment plan of two injections a day.
When the two entered, Whitebeard was sitting in the captain's cabin drinking an iced vegetable cocktail. Marco's nose twitched; the aroma of fruit and vegetable juice mixed with a strong scent of alcohol made it clear that Whitebeard had secretly added a lot of something to it.
Thinking about the treatment plan later, Marco, contrary to his usual behavior, did not stop his father, but instead closed the captain's cabin door as if nothing had happened.
Whitebeard glanced up at Marco's movements, his golden eyes sharp and unusually keen.
What does closing the door mean? Does it mean they think Edward Newgate would run away over a mere needle prick?
Hmph, my son is getting less and less adorable as he gets older.
Whitebeard, who had been fighting all night, showed no signs of fatigue. Sitting in the captain's seat, he remained as unshakeable and insurmountable as a mountain, just as he had, for decades, left an unforgettable impression on his enemies with blood and pain.
But Violet, who can see the other person's condition, can see from those cold, ruthless numbers how aging and disease are eroding this mountain.
If things continue like this, sooner or later this mountain will collapse and bring an era to a close.
You have crafted 2 [Heart Boosters], consuming 8 Rotten Items, 2 Saltpeter, and 1 Bee Sting.
A thick, metal syringe with a red cross pattern appeared in Vera's hand.
Violet held the heart stimulant with difficulty, looking up at the white-bearded, strong arm.
Marco: "Need any help, yoi?"
Mar transformed into a phoenix, carrying Violet as he flew to Whitebeard's side. Whitebeard turned his head and looked at the girl who had only boarded their ship yesterday for the first time.
Whitebeard tilted his head back and took another sip of his drink: "The Navy's photography skills have been getting worse and worse lately."
Marco chuckled softly, agreeing with his father's opinion.
The photo of Violet on the wanted poster doesn't capture her lively and vibrant personality in person.
While disinfecting Whitebeard's arm in preparation for the injection, Vera suddenly stopped.
Violet: "Seriously, are you just going to let me inject it like this?"
Are we just going to let her inject some unknown liquid into her body like that? While the player certainly wouldn't harm the quest target, weren't the NPCs in this game supposed to be quite intelligent before?
Given Whitebeard's status and importance, shouldn't they have conducted several rounds of drug trials first, then given Violet some poison or threatened her with someone important to her, before letting Violet get treatment?
They actually made such a hasty decision to start the acupuncture?
"Kurara!"
Upon hearing Violet's question, Whitebeard couldn't help but burst into laughter. Even Marco, who was holding her, chuckled deeply, his blue feathers, like flames burning on the chest of a phoenix, swaying in front of Violet.
Whitebeard approached Violet, his large golden eyes reflecting her image.
It's amazing that this great pirate, who has roamed the seas for many years and is portrayed by the World Government as a ruthless and evil-doing man, actually has such clear and bright eyes.
"Will you hurt me?"
"I won't."
"That's enough." Whitebeard straightened up again. "That's enough."
Pirates are not bound by worldly conventions or laws, but they value their promises as much as their own lives.
Pirates who break contracts and betray their partners will be despised and scorned by all pirates.
Marco looked down at Violet helplessly. If he hadn't been so busy, he would have liked to tap the child's head and shake it to see what was inside.
Is saying this now meant to remind them to use any means they still have to threaten Vera not to act rashly?
"Don't underestimate our ability to judge people."
How could just anyone be worth the First Division Captain personally searching for for so long? How could just anyone be invited to the Moby Dick as a guest and receive Whitebeard's personal promise of protection?
That makes sense, but what if she doesn't have bad intentions and just wants good food?
Whitebeard and Marco: ...
Whitebeard stopped drinking, and Marco lowered his head and silently stared at the thick syringe in Violet's hand.
Just now, when Vera was making this injection, did she use something green, sticky, and hairy?
No, no, no, calm down. Violet can even cure scaly diseases; she's definitely not a medical novice. That stuff should really have a healing effect; it's just that Marco's knowledge is currently too limited to learn it yet.
Marco: "Now that I think about it, it would have been quite good to test the drug on a captured enemy..."
Vera tossed the two empty syringes back into her backpack: "What kind of drug test?"
That was way too fast!
Marco looked at Whitebeard nervously: "Dad, how does it feel?"
Whitebeard: "Hmm..."
Whitebeard raised a hand and rubbed his head, which was covered by black cloth: "It seems a little itchy?"
*
"You've been inside for so long, are you sure it's okay?"
Sachi looked at the captain's cabin, which was still tightly closed, and paced back and forth in the same spot. Her helpless and anxious appearance was just like that of a husband waiting outside in labor: "The nutritious meal and energy supplement I prepared are almost cold."
Harta, who had been forcibly brought here by his brothers, had unconditional trust in Marco and his father, and sat with his legs crossed, drinking chicken soup without any worries.
"It will come out when the time comes, but didn't you say it's just acupuncture, not surgery? Why do we need to replenish our strength?"
Sachi: "What do you know... Wait a minute, where did you get this motivational quote from?!"
Harta pointed to the table next to him: "Aren't they all on there?"
"Damn it, that was for Dad and Violet, you better give it back!!!"
Vista rubbed his temples: "So sleepy... Sachi, stop choking him, even if Harta throws it up, no one will eat it..."
"It's so noisy, Yizang, can you shut up?... What are you doing, Yizang?"
With an elegant posture, Yizang raised her head from among the rows of beautiful porcelain vases in front of her: "Will Violet stay here for a while longer?"
The Wano Country samurai, who valued etiquette, frowned: "Yesterday was too rushed and we weren't prepared. Fortunately, we checked the supplies in the warehouse today, and with all the odds and ends plus what we made today, it's barely enough."
"Enough?" Harta dodged away from Sachi, who was heartbroken that the chicken soup he had simmered all day had been eaten by the wild boar. "What do you mean, enough? What is this?"
"Wine? We have such exquisite wines on our ship?"
"These are bath salts, hair oil, moisturizers, skincare products, fragrances..."
"These are lipsticks, eyeshadows, blushes..."
Izo introduced each bottle on the table to his brothers as if they were his own treasures, and after counting them, he shook his head: "No, we need to have the 16th Division go out and buy some more."
What if Violet prefers a different scent? And although he had made her a few changes of clothes and prepared some jewelry according to her style, what if she wanted something else?
Apart from Izo, the pirates on the ship were not interested in silk, a fragile and overly luxurious fabric. After capturing similar spoils, Izo would take some of them, while the rest would be directly exchanged for gold or Berries.
Yizang searched the entire cabin of the Moby Dick and found only a box of silk, apart from some that he had kept for himself. The silk was either not bright enough or the pattern was not suitable for the season.
There are also various hairpins, earrings, bracelets... Apart from Izo, only some pirates who have families outside would leave behind those women's accessories, and Izo's own were too mature and obviously not suitable for a little girl like Violet's age.
The captain of the 16th Division sighed in distress. Violet had come aboard the Moby Dick to get her father medical treatment, and it would be extremely impolite of him not to show her hospitality.
We need to buy new fabric as soon as possible and find a tailor with decent taste to make clothes. We can also take apart his jewelry and reforge a few sets of gold to suit Violet's style, which can be a temporary solution...
Just as Izang was pondering, the tightly closed door to the captain's cabin opened, and Whitebeard's figure appeared behind the door.
The squad leaders who had been watching the commotion all stood up and went to greet their respected captain.
Namuer, who rushed to the front, exclaimed excitedly, "Dad, you're finally out! How are you feeling? How about Vera? Is she tired...?"
Namur looked up and was then stunned by the golden ocean before him.
Namuel: "Dad, your hair?!"
Namur stared in astonishment at the white-bearded man's waist-length, dazzling golden hair.
"How did your hair grow back?!"
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Author's Note: It's a blond, wavy-haired dad! [kissing emojis]
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