One Piece Gunslinger

"Hey, Sabo, get ready to pack up and let your superiors know we're leaving at noon. Someone will take over the work here." Li Ang, with a headache throbbing, found Sabo, who was also suffering from a similar problem.

There's no way around it. You can tell from the looks on Leon and Sabo's faces that the headaches aren't unique to them; it's probably a headache for the entire army right now. Besides, yesterday's banquet went on very late, and I guess many people haven't woken up yet.

The mountain-carving crew was clearly not in good condition, so Li Ang could only choose to leave at noon. As for the evening, Li Ang didn't think he could escape if it got to night.

Led by King Riku, the people of Dressrosa would certainly try their best to persuade them to stay, saying things like, "Since it's already late, why don't you rest some more, Eva, and leave tomorrow?" They would warmly invite everyone to stay.

Then everyone will stay, but what's the point of staying? Why not have another day of banquet? And so the cycle continues for two or three days.

So no matter how much of a headache Li Ang had, he still had to get up in the morning and explain that he was leaving at noon.

After receiving the message, Sabo simply responded with a sound of agreement. It seems he had a great time last night and didn't have the energy to talk now.

Meanwhile, in a room, King Riku was sitting and talking with Cyrus.

"Have you made up your mind?" King Riku asked.

"Ah, I have figured it out," Cyrus replied without hesitation, clearly very determined.

"What about Rebecca?" King Riku continued to ask.

Cyrus shook his head and said, "Let Rebecca be a carefree princess. She has suffered too much these past years, and I have wronged her. I was born a commoner, and it is time for me to leave."

“Ah, you really don’t need to be like this. The revolutionaries also say, ‘Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny?’ Birth is not important. If you are willing, I can even pass the throne to you in the future. Besides, you and Rebecca have not been able to recognize each other for the past few years. Now that you have recovered, you should stay by her side and accompany her.” King Riku tried his best to persuade him, as if he wanted to change Cyrus’s mind.

However, this obviously had no effect. Cyrus shook his head again, then stood up and left (or jumped?) the room.

"Hey."

After Cyrus closed the door, only King Riku remained in the room, leaving behind a heavy sigh.

In another room. "Princess, come and change into this dress."

A maid was preparing to dress Rebecca in a luxurious gown, but Rebecca was a little flustered because she had never worn such clothes before.

"This is so troublesome, can I not wear it?" Not long after, he surrendered and begged for mercy.

"That won't do. Her Highness must wear this." The maid persisted, insisting that Rebecca put the dress on.

"What's wrong? Haven't you put it on yet?" Just as the maid and Rebecca were struggling with their decision, Violet arrived and asked, looking at the two of them with a puzzled expression.

“The little princess doesn’t want to wear it,” the maid said, shaking her head.

"It's alright, give this to me, you go out first, let me do it." With that, Violet took the gorgeous dress from the female police officer's hands.

Seeing that the maid was not there and only Violet was there, Rebecca hurriedly asked nervously, "Aunt Violet, where is the toy soldier, no, my father?"

Violet thought to herself, "I knew it," but decided to tell the truth anyway, sighing, "Your father has already made his decision..."

"Is that really so..." Rebecca was also somewhat lost in thought after listening to Violet's explanation.

“In that case, Aunt Violet, I’ve made my decision too.” Rebecca’s small eyes hardened as she said, “I will follow my father.”

"Huh?" Violet looked at Rebecca, who had suddenly unleashed her power, and was a little taken aback.

"Princess, please let Auntie take the place." With that, she shoved the clothes into Violet's hands and dashed out of the room like the wind.

Watching Rebecca's small figure disappear into the distance, Violet couldn't help but sigh, "You and your daughter are both like this, leaving me with the princess's affairs and then running away."

It seems that after Dressrosa got rid of the Don Quixote family, this part of the story will continue to follow the inertia of the plot.

However, Li Ang wanted to say: "Inertia is a complete idiom, it's not the same thing at all."

At noon, Li Ang and the members of the revolutionary army boarded the ship, waiting to return to headquarters.

However, Li Ang squinted and said in a helpless tone, "What are you three doing coming aboard my ship?!"

It turned out that standing in front of Leon were Cyrus and Rebecca, a group of women, and Señor.

“I have made up my mind, and she has also decided that, no matter what, we two will join the revolutionary army.” These were Cyrus’s words.

Well, so Rebecca said she was following her father because she wanted to join the Revolutionary Army? Our Revolutionary Army has principles, you know. Using child laborers (soldier scouts) under the age of fourteen would be a sin against us.

"I know I'm still young, but I'm sure I can become a great warrior. I'll work hard and do my best." Derek had already learned to be strong, and Leon's words were cut off before he could even finish speaking.

Then Li Ang could only turn to look at Señor.

Señor, however, said quite naturally, "I have nowhere to go right now, so I think joining the Revolutionary Army is a good idea."

I never expected to be rejected.

Alright, that's how it was. On the way back, Li Ang brought three more people with him.

Chapter 267 The Decaying Parliament

This is Mary Geoise, and two days have passed since the Revolutionary Army captured Dressrosa. This also happens to be the last day of the World Conference.

"King Daniel, please take good care of him after you return this time."

"That's right. As long as our two countries engage in close cooperation and share technology, it won't be difficult for us to achieve great success and elevate our status at world conferences."

The two men were short and stout. Apart from their height and weight, they had many similar characteristics, such as similar curly hair, the same style of luxurious clothing, and even the layers of fabric on their sleeves were almost identical.

The two men are so alike that if it weren't for the fact that a country can only have one king at a world conference, people might assume they are from the same country.

Even though they are not from the same country, their countries are located very close to each other, so their resources, climate, and culture are also very similar, which is why they look so alike.

So the two naturally reached a cooperation agreement at the world conference. Given the similarity of their cultures, they either chose to be close friends or they would have to fight each other.

However, through the mediation of numerous kings and politicians at the World Conference, and after several rounds of deliberation, a consensus was finally reached, and the path of cooperation was chosen.

"In that case, we might as well send this good news back home in advance so that they can prepare in advance and hold a grand celebration banquet when they return. This will also help to improve relations between the two countries."

Of course, the banquet mentioned here is not the kind of cheap banquet where pirates drink from large bowls, eat large chunks of meat, sing loudly at off-key voices, and then wave their hands and feet randomly.

Instead, it was full of luxury, a banquet in an elegant estate where you could enjoy carefully prepared pastries, sip red wine, and dance to elegant music.

There is a fundamental difference between the two.

“You’re right. The World Conference will be over after today. We’ll set off immediately afterward, so now is the perfect time to instruct them to prepare for our arrival,” another short, stout man said with a grin, his face also bulging with fat.

As they spoke, the two took out Den Den Mushi (snail communication devices), each walked a few steps away, and called the ministers and officials who remained in the country.

however……

"Why can't I get in touch with you? Is it the same for you?" After several attempts, one of them gave up calling and instead asked the other person for help.

The other person was still trying and didn't answer, but that action itself was an answer.

"That's really strange. We both lost contact at the same time. I was so excited that I spoke with the minister just a few days ago, and he said everything was normal in the country."

The other person also gave up struggling and said in confusion, "Could it be because something happened in the New World? Like a storm or something? The weather in the New World is always so unpredictable. And since our two houses are so close, we just happened to be affected?"

What this person said is quite possible; the two of them have seen many such inexplicable and sudden events since they were young.

Just as the two were about to label it that way and lament their bad luck, a panicked-looking man found them during a sudden weather event.

"I didn't expect to find you here. I've finally found you."

Upon hearing this, the two turned to look. The man was also a king attending the archery conference, and he wasn't far from them either, as he was also in the New World.

"King Yhorm? What happened? Why are you so flustered?" the two asked quickly. After all, King Yhorm had always appeared calm and composed during the meeting, and they had never seen him so nervous before.

"Hey, have you tried contacting people back home?" Yum didn't answer their question directly, but instead asked them anxiously.

"We just tried, but we keep getting stuck on some kind of interference. We've tried several times but can't get through. What, can't you get through either?"

The two of them couldn't help but feel nervous. If something unexpected really happened, the scope of the impact would be far too great.

"Oh dear, it seems you haven't realized the seriousness of the situation. Including you, as far as I know, thirteen kings have lost contact with their countries."

After learning that the two could not contact their respective territories, Yum became even more anxious: "Moreover, all thirteen countries that have been affected have one thing in common: our territories are all in the New World."

The two initially thought it was just a minor disaster, like a hurricane or thunderstorm, but when they heard that thirteen countries were experiencing the same situation simultaneously, they could no longer remain calm.

"This, this... could it be that the 'giant' recorded two hundred years ago has returned?" one of the short, stout kings said worriedly. "Or something even more powerful than the 'giant'?"

The "giant" he referred to was actually the code name for a massive typhoon that ravaged half of the New World two hundred years ago, causing immense death and destruction in its wake. Many countries were reduced to ruins within days, and it took decades for them to recover. To ensure that future generations remember this unprecedented disaster, various countries have kept detailed records of the "giant."

If the "giants" were to reappear, it would be a devastating blow to the kings of the New World; no one could bear such a massive loss.

Especially the two short, stout kings who had reached an agreement during the World Conference and were preparing to make a big splash when they returned, were so happy that they were about to hold a banquet to celebrate, but the next second they almost fainted.

Yum, his face pale, said, "That's why I asked you two to investigate the situation. If that's really the case, then perhaps the thirteen nations need to think carefully about what to do next."

"Now that the World Conference is in session, if something happens to us, the World Government will not ignore it. We should take this opportunity to ask them for help."

"Yes, and there are hundreds of other kings here. If we lower our stance and ask for help, the others won't be able to refuse in this place and will lend a helping hand appropriately."

The two reacted quickly and immediately expressed their opinions.

However, Yom was clearly faster: "I've already thought of all of these things you're thinking of."

He then produced a joint letter, which was a request for assistance regarding the teammate's position disaster, and the initiator of the letter was Yhorm.

“I have already obtained the signatures of ten other kings, and now it’s just the two of you left.”

The two exchanged a glance; it turned out that Yom had already prepared everything, just waiting for their signatures. No wonder he said he had been looking for them for ages when they first met.

The two men hesitated for a moment, then quickly signed their names. It was fortunate that the problem was discovered on the last day of the World Conference; if it had been discovered even a day later, it would have been too late. Obtaining aid from the World Government and support from other countries would have been far too difficult.

They knew all too well that these kings were all vampires, and they would never agree to let vampires bleed.

Soon, a joint request from thirteen countries was submitted, stirring up another wave of controversy at the world conference, which had been gradually calming down.

"King Cobra, have you heard about the disaster that has struck the thirteen countries of the New World? What are your thoughts on this?"

What do you mean? Are you suggesting I tell you that this wasn't some unknown natural disaster, but simply that the area was captured by the revolutionary army?

Cobra knew about this. In order to gain Cobra's trust and to allow Cobra to make arrangements and cooperate discreetly at the World Conference, Leon had informed Cobra of the Revolutionary Army's next move.

However, he certainly couldn't tell the truth right now, so Cobra could only reply, "We don't know the specifics yet. If it really is a natural disaster, then it wouldn't hurt for us to contribute a little. But let's discuss that at the meeting."

"That's true. There's no point in guessing now, since we still don't know the specifics."

In truth, the king was just asking casually; he had already decided to avoid the question if possible. His goal was simply to drag it out until the World Conference ended without a solution.

Natural disasters in the new world? What do those have to do with me? We're worlds apart.

Surprisingly, quite a few kings held this view; very few were like Cobra. Everyone was thinking, "It's the last day; drag it out as long as possible, don't cause any trouble. What do I care about other people's lives?"

This kind of thinking, which prioritizes only one's own interests, is undeniably popular. However, any king who harbors this mindset will find it too late to regret it when the revolutionary army comes knocking.

Soon, everyone gathered again, a total of 170 kings, to discuss the sudden incident.

Among them, thirteen kings, led by Yhorm, spoke eloquently and argued their points forcefully. These thirteen men spoke more than half the words of the entire meeting. They couldn't afford to be passive; it concerned their homelands.