"Loget Larvin appeared in the Kingdom of Dressrosa?"
"Suspected underground trading world exposed, Joker's true identity is actually the King of Dressrosa, former Warlord of the Sea, Donquixote Doflamingo…"
On the Whitebeard Pirates' ship, Marco was reading the newspaper, and a group of pirates gathered behind him on the deck, discussing what they heard.
"This Loget Larvin, he must be our benefactor, right?"
"Look at the photo in the newspaper, it must be him!"
"After two years, our benefactor has finally appeared again."
"Our benefactor is still the same person, always stepping in to help in situations like this."
Seeing the photo in the newspaper, with the same outfit from two years ago and a group of slaves behind him, they couldn't help but recall how Vivian first made a name for himself in the world by rescuing slaves. Despite the years that have passed, he remains the same, staying true to his original intentions and continuing to fight against the Celestial Dragons…
This persistence for justice…
"We miss you so much, benefactor." A group of pirates couldn't help but start crying.
"Alright, alright, why are you crying? If you're so emotional, why don't you join a circus as actors?"
Marco put away the newspaper and turned around, looking at them helplessly. "Get back to work, it's almost mealtime, and the old man is waiting for his food. Where's our ship's cook?"
"Reporting to Captain Marco, the new cook ran away!"
"Ran away again?"
"Yes, after cooking yesterday, he was exhausted, and when we woke up this morning, he was gone."
"He slipped away in the morning? I didn't see him."
"I saw him. I asked where he was going, and he said he was going to buy ingredients, but he never came back."
"Then he probably ran away."
Marco nodded.
It's not the first time this has happened. In the entire Whitebeard Pirates, with over ten divisions, there are only two or three cooks, and cooking for everyone is exhausting.
When Thatch was still around, he could cook for a thousand people by himself, and the food was so delicious that people wanted to swallow their tongues.
However…
It's been almost three years since Thatch was killed by that guy.
Who knows where that bastard Blackbeard is now.
If we ever meet again… for the sake of Thatch and Ace, even if it costs my life, I'll try to take him down.
"Oh, if only Captain Thatch were still here…"
"Can't we get a new captain who's strong and can cook?"
Someone muttered softly.
At the same time, inside the cabin.
Aili was sitting in her room, quietly knitting a scarf. When she heard the commotion in the nearby kitchen, she shook her head and sighed with a smile, "Here we go again."
Who knows what kind of dark cuisine Marco and the others will come up with this time…
Thinking about the burnt bread from a few days ago made her shiver.
Her mind wandered back to two years ago during the Summit War, when Vivian promised to cook a meal for her when he returned.
"Two years…"
When will he come back to find me?
Just as Aili's thoughts drifted away…
"Aili!"
Hodman ran in with a newspaper, excitedly shouting, "Daughter, there's news about that guy! It seems he got out of Impel Down prison."
"What?!"
Aili stood up excitedly, dropping the half-knitted scarf, "Did he really get out of Impel Down?"
For two years, knowing that Vivian was trapped in Impel Down, Aili kept her beloved's identity a secret. Even though she missed him dearly, she suppressed her feelings and stayed with the pirate crew, choosing to wait silently.
But now, things were different.
Seeing that familiar outfit and figure appear in the newspaper again, Aili could no longer hold back her emotions and finally burst into tears.
After a while.
"Dad."
"What's wrong, my dear daughter?"
"I want to go find him."
"Alright." Hodman nodded.
For two years, watching his daughter grow thinner day by day, Hodman had been holding back his anger with nowhere to vent it.
At this moment, he had already decided that he must find that damned brat and settle the score.
…
Meanwhile.
On Kensamia Island.
Located in the first half of the Grand Line, deep within turbulent currents, covered in dense forests and teeming with wildlife, this island spans about ten thousand square kilometers. The former Warlord of the Sea, Empress Hancock of Amazon Lily, was sitting on the balcony of a two-story villa, legs crossed, holding a glass of red wine, and gazing idly at the scenery below.
Just like on Amazon Lily, her house was built on the top of a mountain. Looking out, beyond the forest, there were neatly arranged stone and wooden houses, with wide roads over ten meters wide between them, bustling with people.
"According to the locals, this place was just a deserted island over two years ago."
Behind her, Hancock's sister, Marigold, came over with food, placing dish after dish on the table in front of Hancock, and said with a smile, "But with Lord Larvin's support, it slowly turned into what it is now. It's really amazing."
Life had gradually become prosperous.
Many fishing boats were docked near the port, next to the fish market and shipyard. Besides that, there were orchards and vegetable fields everywhere, ready for people to pick at any time.
Seeing people walking by, chatting and laughing, Hancock, who had always been expressionless, couldn't help but smile.
"Look who built this town, after all, it's Larvin…" She suddenly paused.
"What's wrong, sister?" Marigold asked.
Larvin…
"That guy isn't Larvin…"
Recalling the scene outside Marineford, the extremely lecherous, weak, and despised man by the Whitebeard Pirates' crew was completely different from the man she imagined.
"But those guys are really annoying, not willing to tell me who Lord Larvin really is…"
Her fair hand clenched, almost crushing the glass.
At that moment.
"Sister, there's news about Lord Larvin!"
Holding a stack of newspapers, Sandersonia suddenly rushed up from downstairs, shouting to Hancock.