The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel...

Chapter 274 Landing on the Island

"?" Weiss held the World Economic Herald in his hand, his brows furrowing slightly.

He stared intently at his photo in the newspaper, unable to understand how he hadn't even noticed someone taking pictures of him.

"I've finally witnessed the power of the One Piece reporters; they can take photos of anything." Wes couldn't help but exclaim, "Could they be photographers who ate the Photo-Photo Fruit?"

The thought, once it popped into his head, even made him laugh.

In this world filled with all sorts of bizarre and wonderful Devil Fruit users, it seems that anything is possible.

However, he only thought about it briefly and quickly stopped paying attention to it.

At this moment, he is on Monterey Island.

Monterey Island is famous all over the world, especially for those who love fine wine; it's a paradise.

This island is famous for its winemaking, producing high-quality wines with a rich, mellow taste and intense aroma. Its unique flavor makes it worthy of being served on the Celestial Dragons' tables.

This is why Montenegro attracts countless tourists from all over the world.

These tourists were a diverse group, including elegantly dressed nobles who strolled around the island with their servants, selecting the finest wines to take back to their own territories to show off.

There are shrewd and capable merchants who shuttle between various breweries, trying to find business opportunities and hoping to sell Montenegro's fine wines to more distant places and make huge profits.

Of course, there were also quite a few pirates mixed in with them.

Some of these pirates came for the fine wine; having drifted at sea for so long, they longed to soothe their weary bodies and minds with mellow wine.

Some, however, harbored ill intentions, attempting to make a quick buck on this bustling island.

To maintain order on Monte Island, the 333rd Naval Brigade is stationed there.

Dozens of warships were docked at the naval base, neatly arranged in the harbor.

The warship is equipped with advanced weaponry and well-trained naval soldiers. Ordinary pirates would not dare to venture into this area easily. As soon as they see the iconic naval ensign, they will avoid it from a distance.

The entire island of Monterey is filled with the enchanting aroma of wine, which, like invisible threads, weaves through every inch of the air.

Taverns and izakayas are everywhere on the island, each with its own unique architectural style.

Every bar and izakaya has its own unique signature drink. When you step inside, you're greeted by a mix of aromas: the rich fruity scent of fruit wine, the mellow malty flavor of beer, and the mysterious fragrance of aged wine.

These aromas blend together, as if playing a wonderful olfactory symphony, captivating everyone who comes to the island.

Wes pushed open the somewhat old but textured wooden door of the tavern, and a lively atmosphere mixed with the aroma of alcohol, tobacco and people's laughter rushed out.

I found an empty seat, sat down, and said to the bartender, "I'll have one of your specialties."

The bartender, a seasoned veteran, skillfully picked up a clean glass and steadily poured a glass of wine from the barrel.

The wine swirls in the glass, creating a layer of fine foam that shimmers with a captivating luster under the light.

Wes picked up his glass and took a small sip.

The moment the wine touches your palate, its rich flavor explodes on your taste buds like fireworks.

The rich flavor lingered in his mouth, with the sweet and sour taste of fruit, the aroma of grains, and the unique notes of spices. All the flavors blended perfectly together, making him nod slightly and say, "It tastes good."

This glass of wine opened the door to his desire to savor fine wines.

So, one glass of different kinds of wine after another was brought to him.

Weiss tasted them one by one, from fruity wines with rich aromas to malty beers and wines with complex flavors. After tasting more than a dozen kinds of wines, he was surprised to find that none of them disappointed him, each with its own unique flavor and taste.

"Give me 100 barrels of all the wine."

Upon hearing this, the tavern owner's face immediately lit up with a smile.

He strode up to Wes, beaming, and said, "Sir, you have excellent taste! Don't worry, we'll prepare it for you right away."

Wes bought out all the liquor in several nearby taverns, and the whole island knew that a generous person had arrived.

Several groups of pirates were eyeing Wes furtively, their eyes gleaming with greed, like a pack of hungry jackals spotting their prized prey.

"This kid is so rich, let's make our move once he leaves this island."

"A burly pirate captain with fierce eyes said in a low voice, his rough hands gripping the hilt of his sword tightly, as if he couldn't wait to rob Wes of his belongings."

"Follow him and see where his ship is," another pirate chimed in, his eyes never leaving Wes's figure.

"With so many barrels of wine, there must be a big ship, and maybe even more valuables on board."

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

They were secretly calculating and fantasizing about the enormous wealth they would gain after the robbery succeeded, already imagining themselves indulging in a life of debauchery.

However, Weiss's next move surprised them greatly.

With a simple wave of his hand, Wes caused a strange fluctuation in the air, and a spatial passage radiating a mysterious light appeared out of thin air.

Amidst the astonished gazes of those around them, the barrels of wine seemed to be guided by an invisible hand, flying orderly into the spatial passage.

This amazing scene left everyone present wide-eyed, their jaws nearly dropping to the floor.

"It's an ability user!" someone shouted in terror.

The pirates naturally assumed that Wes was a Devil Fruit user.

In the North Sea, people with special abilities are relatively rare.

The pirates began to hesitate; their previously high enthusiasm for robbing was instantly extinguished, as if doused with a bucket of cold water.

"We can't afford to mess with people with superpowers," a pirate whispered, his voice tinged with obvious fear.

The other pirates nodded in agreement, their greed gradually replaced by fear.

They began to quietly retreat.

But some pirates were not willing to give up, so they lingered at a distance, observing Wes's every move, torn between whether to continue their robbery plan.

Wes had already noticed the malicious gazes of the pirates, but he didn't take them seriously.

If these pirates dare to act, they will become materials for the Philosopher's Stone.

(End of this chapter)