One Piece: I Weave the Pirate Codex with My Zanpakuto

"That guy's son?"

Barrett got up and walked to the window, gazing at the increasingly quiet street.

A flash of crimson light occasionally crossed his eyes.

"Young Army, is that special squad still around?"

"It's still there, and it's even more magnificent now."

Valen knew Barrett's background; no, rather, he knew information about everyone connected to Lord Ross.

That was something Pietro specifically instructed him to do—

[Remember this information. If you dare offend Boss Ross, you'd better kill yourself before I find you, or I'll make that idiot regret ever being born!]

“5岁的5万贝利，6岁的6万贝利，7岁以上、11岁以下的皆是10万贝利一……额。”

Valen shut his mouth, lowered his head, and moved slightly away from Barrett, who exuded a chilling aura.

“This wasn’t decided by us, it was decided by that young general. In addition to these, he also promulgated laws throughout the country.”

"Families who have a third child can receive three months' worth of free food, and business owners can be exempted from taxes for one year. In short, they enjoy very good benefits."

"It's the same old place."

Barrett let out a long breath, pushed the wooden window open completely, leaned half his body out of the window, and breathed in the familiar air.

"A terrible place, just like Bica."

"This room is mine. Take me to the banquet tomorrow."

Warren wanted to ask Barrett what he planned to do, but the words that came out were just a simple "yes".

Once he was alone in the room, Barrett looked up at the starry sky.

“You are right, teacher.”

“This land is an incurable hell, so I will change it in my own way.”

He raised his right hand to grab the moon, then clenched it into a fist.

"My rules are the rules of this land!"

……

"Yes, Boss Pietro, that's how it is. What's the next step?"

In the next room, Valen reluctantly reported to Dragú Pietro, who was far away in the amusement park.

"Hmm, don't worry about it, Valen. If Barrett dies, just offer him that Devil Fruit again."

"Of course, I have a feeling the one who died was the young general, hahaha~~"

Den Den Mushi laughed loudly:

"This is quite an interesting development. Are these former youth soldiers returning to their homeland, preparing to become kings?"

"Valen, let's just throw that fruit away. It's worthless anyway."

"Consider this a gift for Barrett's coronation as king. I will personally provide another gift later."

Valen bowed respectfully to the Den Den Mushi and said:

"Yes, I understand. Then I won't disturb your rest any longer."

……

The next morning, Barrett opened his eyes.

The first thing I do when I wake up is not get out of bed to wash up, but to turn over in bed.

He was doing push-ups at top speed.

thump--

It was an hour later that the door was knocked on.

The door opened from the inside.

Barrett, with a towel wrapped around his waist, walked to the window as if no one else was around and quickly changed into his special military uniform.

"Lord Barrett, it's time."

"Ah."

Barrett first gave a soft "hmm," and while tidying his messy blond hair, he suddenly spoke.

"Valen, didn't your boss say anything about that Devil Fruit?"

Valen said respectfully, "The boss said that the fruit will be one of the gifts for your ascension to the throne, and he also said that other gifts will be given later."

"The king..."

Barrett fastened the last button and grinned:

"He really is a pragmatic guy, no wonder he's a famous businessman in the underworld."

"Let's go, we're heading to the banquet."

“Lord Barrett, your friend…” Valen reminded him.

Barrett didn't want to deal with that man anymore.

The other party provides you with information, and you offer them comfort and affection.

The transaction is now complete.

but……

squeak--

Barrett, who had just stepped out of the room, stopped and squinted at the suddenly opened door in front of him.

"Ah~~~ I slept so well."

Merlin yawned as he walked out of the room, his eyes still sleepy, as if he hadn't fully woken up yet.

This guy...

Barrett walked toward Merlin without making a sound.

"Merlin, why don't you rest a bit more? This is a rare treat."

"Once I leave here, you might never be able to come back to this place for the rest of your life."

"Haha~~ I can tell the difference between being full at one meal and being full at every other meal~"

Merlin chuckled and flattered him.

"I'm just a nobody. If I want to eat my fill every day in the future, I have to get close to a super powerful person like you."

"Do you need a servant to wash your clothes and shoes? I'm very good at that!"

Could this guy be a World Government agent?

The idea popped into Barrett's mind for no apparent reason.

"Then follow me."

On his way to the birthday party, Barrett began to recall the whole process of meeting Merlin.

A chance encounter on the street, an adventurous follow-up, and this morning's coincidences.

He couldn't believe that a commoner from an outer city could be so restrained.

If the other party truly possessed this level of self-control, they wouldn't have ended up in such a miserable state.

If this guy really is a secret agent~

Barrett had an idea.

Let's play with Merlin for a while first, then take him back to see the teacher. Maybe the teacher will have a way to tell the difference.

If he really is a secret agent, then things are going to get interesting.

"arrive."

Before they knew it, the carriage had stopped in front of a huge mansion.

Valen was the first to get off the bus.

"Lord Valen, please come in. General... wait, who are they?"

Warren wore the kind of benevolent smile often seen on businessmen's faces.

"They are my bodyguards. Today is the day to give them a big gift. It would be troublesome if they were stolen."

The butler looked at Barrett, who was tall and immature.

Barrett didn't rush to turn hostile; instead, he opened the wooden box hanging on his chest and showed the Devil Fruit inside.

The butler, who initially thought Barrett looked familiar, was instantly drawn to the Devil Fruit.

Devil Fruit?!

"Haha, please come in, please come in!"

The steward was already imagining how much he would be rewarded; the young general was very generous.

He can forget about getting the most precious Devil Fruit, but he might be rewarded with other things.

Thinking of this, the butler forgot why Barrett looked familiar and turned to lead the way for everyone.

"The banquet will begin in ten minutes, Lord Valen has arrived just in time."

"The General is considering becoming a member state of the World Government, and we would like to hear your advice on this matter."

Chapter 125 Wolf, Your Emperor Has Returned (Part 2)!

"A member state of the World Government?"

Valen glanced instinctively at Barrett beside him, then quickly looked away before the butler noticed.

He knew that Barrett's teacher hated nobles the most, especially the Celestial Dragons, the world's nobles.

Pietro and Ross had a secret deal: if another Celestial Dragon died, Ross would help preserve the body, and the Funeral Parlor would offer a high price to buy it.

"The gold from the sky is a huge sum of money. How do you plan to deal with it?"

The butler slowed his pace and whispered to Valen:

"General, you will soon be able to quell the war in this land, and then we will expand outwards."

"The General met with the Ritual Master Buena Festa some time ago, and the two sides have reached a preliminary agreement."

“Buena Festa helped promote our mercenary services, and we gave the master a certain reward afterward.”

Buena Festa?

'How come that guy seems to be everywhere?'

Barrett frowned slightly; he had heard his teacher mention the name Buena Festa.

"Because of the presence of the bullet troops, the permanent population of Wolfsburg will not be too large, and the amount of 'heavenly gold' we need to pay is not as much as we imagine."

The butler's smile grew even brighter, as if he was happy about becoming a member country.

"Congratulations!"

Valen made polite remarks, but his heart was filled with schadenfreude.

The funeral parlor doesn't care whether its partners are dead or alive, and it doesn't care whether they are from a member country.

Anyone who can bring them benefits is a good person.

This butler is not good at reading people's expressions, or rather, he is a bit too proud of himself, which is a good thing for him.

Once that person's students start their killing spree, he will be able to obtain the goods firsthand.

If he's lucky, he can even get more benefits from the dead.

For example, the unclaimed property they left behind.

"We've arrived at the banquet hall."

The butler stopped at the entrance of a villa, stood by the door, bowed, and reached out his hand.