Chapter 50: Players, become collectibles on Cookie Island...
Although she wondered why, from a certain point onwards, Violet's way of addressing him changed from "Katakuri-sama" to "Katakuri".
However, Katakuri is not the kind of person with strong curiosity. Especially after realizing the terrible resemblance between Violet and his mother, Katakuri couldn't wait to send her away from Whole Cake Island to prevent any unfortunate siblings from suffering Violet's cruelty.
The responsible Katakuri, the friendly Katakuri, the pitiful Katakuri, hadn't even realized that he was already overwhelmed with his own problems before he even managed to ruin Violet in Whole Cake Island.
When Katakuri brought Velvet to the port of Whole Cake Island, they saw a large ship docked at the shore.
The various biscuit decorations on both sides of the ship reveal the identity of the pirate ship's captain.
"Cream?"
Katakuri looked at the Cracker-filled Biscuit Warrior in front of him: "What are you doing here?"
“Didn’t Mom want her to leave immediately after receiving the award?” Cracker said matter-of-factly. “I’m here to see her off.”
Given the pleasant time that Violet, Cracker, and Perospero got along, and her contribution in solving her mother's poor appetite, this was the proper way to treat her.
But they were pirates, not nobles who valued etiquette.
"Give it to her?"
“Of course,” Cracker gave a very reasonable reason, “otherwise, her other brothers and sisters might attack if they saw her leave.”
"No one is refused entry, no one is allowed to leave" is a rule set by their mother. Unless Katakuri explains to all his brothers and sisters that Violet's departure was at their mother's request, they, who are already used to the Whole Cake Island's style, are very likely to launch an attack as soon as they see Violet preparing to leave.
It would be a hassle to explain to my brothers...
Violet is in danger; she should be removed from Treasure Kingdom as soon as possible...
"Then let Cracker deliver it to you."
Standing beside the majestic and luxurious ship that exuded the fragrant aroma of cookies, Katakuri suppressed his inexplicable emotions and took a step back.
"It's time for you to leave."
Cracker, sensing something was amiss, glanced back and forth between Katakuri and Violet.
Cracker: "What did Katakuri do to you?"
That's not the right question. The correct question should be, what did she do to Katakuri?
Vera shook her head innocently on the surface, but inwardly she clasped her hands together in excitement and emotion.
"That's so generous!"
That's so generous, Lingling.
Not only did it allow her to dig up a ghost, but it also led her to an interesting puzzle game, and even...
Violet looked at Katakuri, who still seemed completely oblivious.
He even gave her his son as compensation.
Let's say thank you, Charlotte Linlin.
The bound mount and the cowbell will have an automatic following effect. The cowbell that was bound to Chopper was given to Chopper by Violet, so she has never seen what the so-called "automatic following" effect is.
We should be able to see each other again soon.
Violet smiled at Katakuri and waved goodbye to him.
"Your smile is really weird."
After the ship started moving, Cracker stepped out of the Biscuit Warrior. The sun was scorching hot, and the pink armor on Cracker's shoulder was burning hot.
He rolled up his cloak, bent down, and squinted as he looked down at Violet on the recliner.
Vera subconsciously touched her face, and sure enough, the corners of her mouth were turned up.
Well, she just felt that things would be lively for a while to come.
Violet glanced at Cracker, who was sitting cross-legged on the deck: "Isn't it you who's weird?"
"Are you really going to send me away?"
“Of course.” Cracker toyed with the famous sword pretzels resting on his lap. “Mom’s orders are absolute.”
Cracker winked at Violet: "Since Mother wants you to leave, I will naturally send you away from the Kingdom of Ten Thousand."
“Okay.” Violet grabbed the pinkish-purple cloak that Cracker had dropped on the ground and spread it over herself to block the glaring sunlight. “Wake me up when we get there.”
Cracker shook Violet's recliner with dissatisfaction: "Hey, you bastard, this is a pirate ship."
Violet waved her hand dismissively, as if shooing away a mosquito: "Stop messing around, I'm so sleepy."
To prepare afternoon tea that would satisfy Lingling's appetite, she stayed up all night in front of the cooking pot: "Call me when we get there."
"Anyway, nothing will happen before we leave Whole Cake Island." Just like Cracker said, Linlin's orders are absolute. Whatever Cracker wants to do, he has to wait until he leaves Whole Cake Island.
"Tsk." Cracker clicked his tongue in annoyance, his eyes catching sight of the crew members hiding in the shadows, trembling with fear.
"What are you looking at? Bring me an umbrella!"
They have absolutely no sense of propriety.
When the large umbrella with the cookie pattern opened, Violet was already asleep. Cracker looked at the cloak she had pressed under her arm, hesitated for a moment, and then sat there directing the fleet's course.
"Hmm... family, look what I found! A wild mount! He wants to come home with me, hehe..."
The guy, clearly having a good dream, let out a silly laugh.
"Did you dream of going home?" Cracker thought, resting his chin on his fist and looking at the sleeping Violet.
Well, he could only go back in his dreams. Cracker slowly revealed a greedy and cruel smile that belonged to a pirate.
Mom only said that after Vera received her reward, she should leave the Kingdom of Wonders. She didn't say that she couldn't take her back after she left the Kingdom of Wonders.
Pirates steal what they want and do everything they can to get the treasure they desire.
Since you don't want to be a chef for all nations, then be a collectible on Cookie Island.
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"I had no idea when the Whitebeard Pirates started associating with the World Government?"
"I don't know when the revolutionary army fell to the point where its leader had to personally farm the land."
Standing a few steps behind, Namur stared blankly at the tense standoff between Marco and the dragon, somewhat bewildered as to how things had escalated to this point.
As in the previous days, Namur and Marco took turns piloting the ship after leaving the Moby Dick alone, searching for Violet based on the information provided by the two captured CP members.
Unfortunately, that strange rain that made Marco dizzy and nauseous had been falling for several days in a row.
Having lived at sea for decades, Marco finally experienced the legendary feeling of seasickness.
Despite feeling intensely unwell, Marco, the ship's doctor, gave himself a quick check-up and prescribed a large amount of fresh fruit and vegetables.
Namur said that Marco would be better off finding him a gold mine, as finding fresh fruit and vegetables at sea is no less difficult than discovering a treasure that no one has found.
What's more troublesome is that Marco's symptoms have become contagious. The two CP members who had been locked up in the cabin, even though they hadn't gotten wet in the rain, also started experiencing dizziness and vomiting.
And perhaps due to differences in physical condition, their condition deteriorated much faster than Marco's.
"You probably have three more days to live, yoi."
With a grim expression, Marco calmly sentenced the man in the cabin to death.
That won't do! These are local specialties he was preparing to give to Vera; how can they be spoiled?!
Namur stood up and finally used the fishman's innate talent for being more familiar with the sea, finding a path to the island by following the ocean currents beside the ship.
Well, what follows is the story of how Namur found R'lyeh from afar through the strange thickets on the island and approached the shore, while Marco, looking grim, went ashore to gather herbs. As he parted the grass, he met the eyes of the revolutionary leader, who was wearing a flower wreath, carrying a hoe, and humming a song as he fertilized the field.
Looking at the dragon's forced smile and the wreath he was about to crush in his hand, Namur felt that anyone who witnessed that scene would be silenced.
No, Miu stood up straight. They were the Whitebeard Pirates. As long as Dragon was still smart, he wouldn't create another powerful enemy for himself while being besieged by the World Government.
Namur was right. After the initial awkwardness, the dragon quickly assessed the strength of both sides.
We can win.
Dragon looked at Marco, who was clearly not in good condition, with a relaxed expression, and after a little thought, he roughly understood the cause and effect.
Once the [Rainy Season] officially begins, the area around R'lyeh is almost constantly shrouded in torrential rain. Without wearing a raincoat made of tentacle skin and a flower wreath when going out, one's sanity will drop to an extremely dangerous level in just half a day.
Marco was clearly affected by these strange rules after getting closer to R'lyeh.
A seriously ill Whitebeard squad leader... The dirty adult begins to weigh the pros and cons. If he saves him, Whitebeard will owe Violet a huge favor.
That child should thank him properly.
Hey? Right! Has no one eaten the jelly salad that Vera left in the fridge?
See, he said that if no one wants to eat something, just put it in the refrigerator. There's always a solution. Look, the trash can... oops, the person who needs it comes to it.
Long shouldered the hoe: "Since we're all acquaintances..."
"Come with me."
This pose is a bit too practiced, isn't it? Didn't Dragon just fight that monster Vice Admiral Kuzan from the Navy? What's with this look of seeing through the world and returning to a pastoral life?
Marco and Namur exchanged a glance, both expressing their incomprehension.
Instead of overthrowing aristocratic tyranny, the "world's most vicious criminal" has begun to cultivate himself by farming.
Even if you said that to a low-class tabloid, they probably wouldn't take it to heart.
Unlike Marco's simple confusion, Namur looked at the dragon's back with a hint of wariness and hostility.
This is the island of his lovely little clansman, Violet. What is such a dangerous creature as a dragon doing here?
Namuel scrutinized the dragon with sharp eyes.
Long hesitated for a long time, but finally couldn't help turning around: "What is it?"
Namuel: "...Why are you here?"
Could it be that Dragon wants Violet to join the Revolutionary Army? That won't do! On this vast sea, the lives of ordinary people are too turbulent, constantly facing danger; the Navy, trapped by the World Government and the Celestial Dragons, is too frustrating; and the emerging Revolutionary Army is being hunted down and forced to hide...
If Violet wanted to join a faction for protection, the free-spirited pirates would be the most suitable!
Especially their Whitebeard Pirates, whose leader is powerful yet tolerant and kind, whose brothers get along well, whose treasures are distributed fairly after battles and adventures, and who have several months of free time every year.
How can the Revolutionary Army, an organization with no territory and no money, compare to the Whitebeard Pirates?
Namuel proudly puffed out his chest.
"This..." Being captured by a child sounds too awful, so Long was using his brain, which had written dozens of reasons for the damage reports of warships for Garp in the Navy, to think quickly.
“I am a collaborator…”
"He is the island lord's prisoner."
Law led Chopper out from behind the bushes.
Namuel: "Ah, it's you, that gloomy-faced mushroom!"
Luo: ?
Luo: "Ah, it's you, Pikachu."
Dragon: "...You two know each other?"
Marco slowly raised his hand: "We can wait a bit before we catch up. If we don't find some suitable medicine soon, I can still hold on."
“Those two ‘local specialties’ are doomed, yoi.”
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Author's note: Cracker is so white [let me see]. It feels like the kind of thing that, if you bump into it even slightly, will leave a large bruise that doesn't fade for days.
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