bookbashuk Chapter 298 Hope and...Freedom!
Chapter 298 Hope and...Freedom!
Chapter 298 Hope and...Freedom!
"The Celestial Dragons live a life far more luxurious than I imagined."
Upon arriving at Maverick Manor, Xi Yan looked around and said, "Gold and jewels are everywhere. It seems that the Celestial Dragons are even richer than I imagined!"
"Because we Celestial Dragons can enjoy Celestial Gold, we are never short of money," said Maverick Saint, who was controlled by Xiyan. The member states of the World Government pay Celestial Gold every year, so they are never short of money!
"Golden Jade in the Sky".
west Yan pondered for a moment, then turned to Maverick Saint and said, "Take me to your vault."
"Yes."
Maverick nodded, then turned and walked toward the massive building in the distance.
As for the other guards controlled by Xiyan?
Naturally, he stayed obediently by west Yan's side and didn't go anywhere.
Upon arriving at the vault, Maverick said, "Open the door!"
"Yes, Your Excellency Maverick," the guard standing at the door said respectfully.
After saying this, he turned around and opened the door, then stood respectfully to the side.
"Let's go," said Saint Maverick.
After saying a few words to west Yan, Maverick Saint led west Yan inside, leaving everyone else outside. He ordered the guards to close the door and then said, "Everything I own is here."
west Yan didn't speak, but instead carefully explored the area before finally saying, "Why are there so few Baileys?"
There are plenty of gold, silver and jewelry, but Pele has very little money that he can spend directly.
west Yan did a careful calculation and found that there were only a few hundred million here. Is that reasonable?
That's a Celestial Dragon!
"We are Celestial Dragons, money is just a number to us," Maverick Saint explained. "So there's no need to fill the warehouse with it."
"So what do you usually spend your money on?"
“I have a monthly allowance,” Maverick Saint said. “I get about 20 billion Berries a month.”
After saying that, Maverick paused for a moment, then added, "Besides... most of the time we don't need to spend money."
As the world's nobility, they have the right to enjoy everything in this world, so they often don't need to spend money.
As for the 20 billion Berries quota...::. In the end, it's just for show; whether they have it or not won't affect their daily activities.
"2...20 billion Berry's pocket money..."
west Yan's lips twitched slightly. Is this the privilege of the World Government?
That's absolutely outrageous.
"Actually, if it's not enough, we can continue to apply for more Pele," Maverick Saint said.
In the words of Izambaron V. Nassuro, they need to spend this portion of Pele to get the economy moving again.
Although he didn't understand this, since the Five Elders had made this request, they did as they were told.
So... these Celestial Dragons spend their entire monthly allowance, since there's always more next month.
No, it isn't.
west Yan paused for a moment upon hearing this, thinking to himself, "This World Government is really rich and powerful."
but......
This is too good for him!
After glancing at the contents of the vault, west Yan stroked his chin and said, "Although the amount of money in the vault is only a few hundred million, there is quite a lot of gold, silver, jewelry, and valuable antiques."
As he spoke, west Yan took out the sealing scroll.
Then they began loading things into the vault.
"Holy crap!"
"Holy crap!"
"It's all mine!"
With an excited expression, west Yan talked and pretended, eventually stuffing all the valuables in the vault into the sealing scroll. After doing this, west Yan's gaze fell on a strange box.
"What's in here?" west Yan asked.
"Devil Fruit!"
"Devil Fruit?"
A strange glint flashed in west Yan's eyes. He then stepped forward, opened the box, and carefully examined the contents.
"This shape..."
It's a pure white Devil Fruit with leaves that look somewhat like clouds, but upon closer inspection, they don't quite resemble them.
What kind of ability is this?
Cloud fruit?
After pondering for a moment, west Yan turned to Maverick Saint and asked, "Do you know what kind of Devil Fruit this is?"
"I don't know," Maverick Saint shook his head and said, "but we can identify it by the Devil Fruit icon."
Upon hearing this, west Yan's eyes lit up immediately, and he then asked, "Do you have any Devil Fruit illustrations here?"
"no."
"No?"
"We don't even eat Devil Fruits normally, so how could we possibly have Devil Fruit illustrations?" Saint Maverick said.
These Devil Fruits were ultimately just rewards they gave to their servants or slaves, so they didn't bother to understand what kind of abilities they actually possessed.
west Yan paused for a moment upon hearing this, then said, "Then go and find me a Devil Fruit catalog; I need to identify it."
If it's a Devil Fruit with powerful abilities, he'll save it for his companions.
If it's a garbage ability... then leave it to Sister Xia Qi to handle.
"Understood," Maverick Saint nodded.
"Oh, right." west Yan continued, as if he had just thought of something, "Get me a camera Den Den Mushi and a fax Den Den Mushi as well."
"clear!"
Then, the man turned and walked outside, intending to have his guard ask his superiors for a copy of the Devil Fruit illustration.
After glancing at Maverick Saint's retreating figure, west Yan withdrew his gaze and muttered, "The problem here is basically solved. Now it's up to the clones to take action."
Many clones have already been released, and they will all act together after nightfall!
After considering that nothing had been missed, west Yan took the Devil Fruit and headed towards the sealing scroll.
"Let's seal the Devil Fruit first," west Yan said.
As he spoke, he placed the Devil Fruit on a scroll, intending to seal it away with the scroll first.
"seal up!"
工，
"Um?"
Looking at the Devil Fruit that hadn't changed at all, several question marks popped up above west Yan's head.
"Why can't it be put on the reel?"
Recalling the characteristics of the sealing scroll, west Yan muttered, "Ordinary sealing scrolls can't seal living things, so that means... this thing counts as a living thing?"
Could it be that there is a demonic consciousness within this?
No, is this reasonable?
But apart from this explanation, west Yan couldn't think of any other possibility.
Just then, Maverick Saint returned, closing the door behind him, and said, "Everything is arranged. Someone will be coming to us soon with the items."
west Yan nodded upon hearing this, then got up and put the Devil Fruit back into the box.
After weighing the box in his hand, west Yan muttered, "It seems I have no choice but to take this with me if I want to take it with me."
However, considering the potential battles that might follow, west Yan was in a dilemma.
If a fight breaks out, this Devil Fruit might be knocked away or destroyed, which is not what Xiyan wants to see.
After pondering for a moment, west Yan muttered, "Then let's hide the Devil Fruit inside the Red Line first."
After the clone finishes its task, it should be sent to the bottom of the Red Line so that no one can get their hands on them.
After confirming what needed to be done next, west Yan turned his attention to Saint Maverick.
Then, he gave him a very "kind" look and said, "Don't worry, I'll take you down in a bit."
"clear!"
Mary Geoise appears even more magnificent at night than during the day, but that belongs to the Celestial Dragons and has nothing to do with the slaves living in Mary Geoise.
The slaves were herded back to their cells to rest the moment the sun set, never having the chance to see the prosperity outside.
After glancing around the quiet slave quarters, several armored guards gathered together and began to chat quietly.
"I'm getting more and more tired lately," said a bearded man.
"Who can argue with that?"
Another bald man said, "The defense suddenly became tighter."
"Speaking of which, did something serious happen?" the tall, thin man whispered. "Otherwise, there's no reason for it to turn out like this."
"You mean someone's after Mary Geoise?"
"It's not impossible..."
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Hearing the whispers of the guards outside, the slaves inside the cell looked up at them.
Then, they cautiously huddled together and said, "What do they mean? Could it be that someone is planning to attack this place?"
"That can't be... This is Mary Geoise, where a large group of Celestial Dragons live!"
How could anyone possibly attack the heartland of the World Government?
That's just plain suicide!
"I actually hope someone comes and attacks this place," one of the slaves said. "That way, we'll have a chance to leave."
He had had enough of this hellish life!
"Don't think about it."
An old man, his spirit worn thin, said weakly, "No one could possibly have that kind of guts."
No one dares to defy the god of this world... No one!
"Who says no one has?" a teenager said excitedly. "Didn't a man named Fisher Tiger come here before?"
"He freed all the slaves!"
If another person like that were to appear... wouldn't they only have...?
"Don't even think about it. There won't be another Fisher Tiger," the old man said, waving his hand.
Why?
This time, the old man did not answer. Instead, he looked at the ceiling with a very complicated expression, as if he was recalling something.
After a moment, he said, "Kid... don't give others hope so easily."
Upon hearing this, the expression of the boy who had just been speaking froze.
Yes, hopefully...
He said these things simply to give himself and everyone else a chance to survive.
What's wrong with that?
Do we have to become numb and lose sight of the purpose of living?
He just wanted to bring hope to everyone, what did he do wrong?
Just then, a man's voice came from outside the cell, accompanied by the sound of metal scraping.
"Heh, I knew what these guys were talking about. So they were talking about that guy." The bearded man with the long spear coldly looked at the slaves and said, "They're really asking for trouble!"
"They actually dared to dream of a second Fei... a second villain? What wishful thinking!"
"That's right, give up on that idea!" The bald man sneered at the slaves, "No one in this world will ever do such a thing again!"
It would be unbelievable if even one of those audacious individuals appeared; it's impossible for a second one to emerge!
Therefore...: The things these slaves hoped for could never happen!
The slaves, their hopes ruthlessly shattered, slowly lowered their heads, despair filling their eyes.
Just as they said, no one will come to save them, so... they will never escape this hell.
"Perhaps it would be better to just die like this..." a man with his head down murmured to himself.
He was originally captured here with his wife, but because his wife blocked the Celestial Dragons' path, she was killed by them.
He still remembers the words his wife said to him when she died.
Survive...::::
Even if you're in hell, you must try your best to live.
Only by surviving can we hope to see the light of day again.
But... but does he really still have hope?
he:
"It's better to die than to live such a pathetic life!" the boy said coldly to the guard.
"Yo ho~"
"Are there really people who aren't afraid of death?"
Seeing the stubborn boy staring at them, the guards all showed expressions of great interest.
Then, the bald man opened the cell door and walked in, holding a long gun.
"Kid, the moment you uttered those words, you committed a capital offense, understand?!" The bald man grinned maliciously at the boy and said, "I now have the right to kill you!"
Unfortunately, the bald man didn't see a trace of power on the boy's face, as if... he didn't seem to have any strength at all.
This scene directly enraged the bald man.
"They really don't know what's good for them," the bald man said angrily.
As soon as he finished speaking, he thrust his spear forward, piercing the boy's arm without any resistance and pinning him to the floor!
"puff!"
The boy, pinned to the ground, felt an indescribable pain, and his expression became somewhat distorted because of this pain.
"Kid, you see? This is reality!" The bald man spat and said, "You'll never escape in your lives. You'll live as slaves until you die!"
As he spoke, the bald man drew his spear, pointed it at the boy's thigh, and said, "Don't worry, I won't let you die so easily!"
"After all... this is a rare pleasure~"
"Hahahahaha!"
"Yes, we can't let him die so easily!"
"Go, bald guy, slit his thigh!"
"Hahahahaha!"
Hearing the bald man's words, the other guards also burst into laughter, their eyes filled with an indescribable expression.
It felt like... their personalities had also become twisted!
Hearing his companions' words, the bald man grinned maliciously, "Don't worry, I won't let him die easily."
Hearing the noise from these people, the other slaves instinctively shrank back, fearing they would become the next victim.
The boy ignored what these people were saying and instead focused his gaze on the moonlight outside.
No... to be precise, it was the man standing in the moonlight!
"Who is that...?"
The next moment...
"puff!"
"puff!"
"puff!"
Several sounds like watermelons being crushed rang out, and then all the guards who had been killed were pulled underground by Xi Yan using earth-遁术 (earth-遁术 is a technique in Chinese mythology associated with earth-based magic).
Having finished this task, west Yan strode into the prison cell.
"As you looked at Xi Yan's calm expression, the slaves swallowed hard, unsure of what to say."
The guards who bullied them were killed by this man.
west Yan ignored the gazes of these people and instead focused his attention on the young man.
Then he said, "Want to live?"
"think!
Upon hearing this, west Yan's lips curled up, and he said, "Then let's try our best to live!"
The boy's eyes lit up when he saw the key that west Yan had casually tossed in front of him!
At this moment, freedom was beckoning to him!