thefictionvixens Chapter 2 The White Regiment Joins the War
Chapter 2 The White Regiment Joins the War
My thoughts returned to normal.
Dieter looked at the white-bearded man whose body was covered in IV tubes.
"You've really gotten old, Newgate."
The white-bearded man laughed heartily: "Kura la la la la!"
Even when I'm old, I can still fight you.
Dieter downed the drink in his glass in one gulp: "Haha, I don't want to bully you. You're old after all, and your strength is failing you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the crew members became somewhat displeased.
"You rascal! Dad's the strongest!"
Marco remained silent; as the ship's doctor, he knew his captain's condition best.
"You've come all this way, surely not just to mock me?"
The white-bearded man gulped down more wine, causing Marco to frown.
Dieter laid the newspaper horizontally in front of him.
"Let me be frank, the Holy Grail really exists."
His words immediately caused an uproar.
"I told you it was true! The Five Emperors themselves admitted it!"
"How is that possible? How could a wish-granting machine possibly exist?"
"This guy, like Golden Lion, isn't mentally sound either."
Whether it was true or not, the black-bearded man's ears inexplicably stood up even higher.
The white-bearded man's expression remained unchanged: "So what if it exists?"
Dieter asked tentatively, "Don't you want to know where it is?"
After he said that, everyone on the ship was even more shocked.
"This Fifth Emperor actually knows the location of the all-powerful wish-granting machine!"
Captain Jingu of the 11th Division scoffed, "If that's the case, why doesn't he go get it himself instead of coming to our old man? This guy's up to no good..."
He had just finished speaking when, in the blink of an eye...
Dieter had already flashed in front of him, his eyes calm.
"Do you think I need the Holy Grail? Or do you think I need a conspiracy?"
Instantly, Jin Gu Duo, whose bounty was over 100 million, felt his heart being gripped tightly.
The pressure he felt from the short man, who was about 2 meters tall, was greater than that from the deep sea.
He felt like he was about to die; if his answer didn't meet the other person's expectations, he would die instantly.
So he used all his strength to shake his head.
The next instant, Dilt was back opposite the white-bearded man.
Jin Guduo gasped for breath as if he had survived a calamity, then collapsed to the ground.
The entire white mass gasped in shock.
Dieter took a sip of his drink: "You should train your sons more; you've protected them too well."
The white-bearded man's eyes narrowed with displeasure: "My child is none of your business."
Dilt laughed: "Alright, let's not talk about that. Let's get back to the main topic. Are you interested in the Holy Grail?"
The white-bearded man's tone remained flat.
"I don't have any wishes that I want to fulfill; everything I want is already on this ship."
Dieter stood up.
"Since you have no interest in the Holy Grail, I'll take my leave."
Seeing that he was really going to leave, the white-bearded man did not stop him at all.
On the contrary, many crew members were so anxious that they were scratching their heads in frustration.
Pirates are powerless against treasures, let alone the all-powerful wish-granting machine.
The man with the black beard smiled innocently on the surface, but inwardly he was cursing.
"Damn it, don't leave me hanging!"
"Never mind, my goal isn't the Holy Grail that suddenly appeared out of nowhere anyway."
Just as Dieter was about to disembark, a young voice stopped him.
"Wait, Lord Dilt!"
Dilt turned around and saw Ace.
Ace shouted, "I'm interested!"
The white-bearded man chuckled, "Ace, what is your wish?"
Ace pulled his hat down a little: "Of course, it's to help Dad become the Pirate King."
"If the Holy Grail is that miraculous, maybe it can cure Dad's illness. Don't you think so, Marco?"
Marco nodded: "If it really is omnipotent, then it's possible."
Ace laughed heartily, "Let's give it a try. Lord Dilt, where exactly is the Holy Grail?"
Dieter smiled without saying a word.
Ace suddenly gritted his teeth and covered the back of his hand.
"It's so hot! What's wrong...?"
The Whitebeard Pirates' eyes sharpened instantly: "Dilth, was this your doing?"
Dieter raised his hand to indicate that he would wait a moment.
After a while, the pain subsided, and Ace looked over.
Three bright red marks appeared on the back of my hand.
"What is this?"
Dilt smiled and approached: "You are proof that you have been chosen by the Holy Grail."
Ace frowned. "What do you mean?"
Dilt slowly rose to his feet: "How about I tell you a story?"
Instantly, the entire white group fell silent.
"Legend has it that a thousand years ago, when gods still existed in the world..."
The opening ceremony was struck by lightning, leaving the pirates dumbfounded and wondering if they had misheard.
"He's talking about a thousand years ago? Before the world government was even established, right?"
"Gods still exist in the world! Does this mean mythology is real?"
"Don't forget, this guy is Dilt; the sea has no secrets from him!"
Marco remained calm.
"Three powerful mage families joined forces to use a powerful spell."
"The Holy Grail was born from magic and can grant any wish."
"The Holy Grail will choose those with strong desires and grant them the ability to use Command Seals and summon Heroic Spirits."
"Those chosen are called Masters, and the summoned Heroic Spirits are called Servants."
"Each group of contestants will engage in a free-for-all battle, and the winning group will receive the all-powerful wish-granting machine."
"This is the Holy Grail War."
"The Holy Grail has now chosen this young man on your ship."
As soon as he finished speaking, a huge uproar erupted in the crowd.
"It's a bit like the Elbaf Warrior Festival. Has Ace already joined the battle?!"
Ace stared at the Command Seals, his expression complex.
The black-bearded man, who had been feigning death, silently turned his hand over, his mind reeling with turmoil.
He endured the burning sensation that went deep into his bones without uttering a sound.
"What?! Did I get chosen too?!"
"Luckily I managed to hold back; no one noticed me..."
The white-bearded man remained silent; he was deep in thought.
How can we know if this is true or false?
Dieter met his gaze: "You'll see when you try it. After all, don't you find this new era a bit boring?"
The white-bearded man raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "What are the rules of this war?"
Dilt replied, "Eliminate all the other contestants, be the last one standing, and you're done."
At this point, Whitebeard also became somewhat interested in the war surrounding the all-powerful wish-granting machine.
As Dieter said, in this boring new era, was he supposed to die on the ship with tubes in his body?
Ace was involved in it.
I'm a white-bearded old man! How could I not take the Holy Grail and give it to my son?
"Kura la la la la la!"
"My sons, do you want the Holy Grail?"
All the team leaders, officers, and their subordinates shouted.
"I want to! I'll snatch it and use it to treat my dad's illness!"
Whitebeard ripped off all the IV tubes from his body and stood over six meters tall in front of Dilt.
"I don't need it! You guys keep it for yourselves! Kuralalalalala!"
Dilt laughed inwardly. These guys already treat the Holy Grail as their own treasure. How confident they are!
That's fine, it saves me from stirring things up.
After all, the more like this happens, the more entertaining it becomes.
The white-bearded man laughed loudly: "You'll join the war too?"
Dilt shook his head: "Consider me an overseer. The Holy Grail means nothing to me."
"Just consider it me being a troublemaker."
After saying that, he looked at Ace and straightened the famous sword Themis at his waist.
"You can summon Heroic Spirits at any time; who knows, they might be someone your father knows."
At this point, Ace, whose initial excitement had worn off, finally spoke again.
"Heroic Spirits? Are they the kind of historical figures I imagine? That's so cool!"
Deerte sprouted wings from his back and leaped into the air.
"The real fun is yet to come!"
After saying that, he disappeared into the distant horizon.
Ace murmured softly, "Heroic spirits... would the Pirate King count... Roger..."