The sound of dense footsteps sounded, and the two leading men were tall and walking towards here quickly.
"It's General Sengoku and Lieutenant General Garp!"
someone exclaimed, with excitement on his face.
A smile appeared on Xia Le's face and he turned to look at the person.
I saw that there was no seriousness on the faces of the two people. Instead, they were smiling, and their two pairs of eyes were looking here.
"It's this kid again!"
"Garp, can't you take good care of him?"
"Even in Mariejoia, they can cause us some trouble!"
There were complaints, but everyone could hear the faint smile in the words.
"He didn't do anything wrong, do I need to take care of him?"
Karp laughed.
Xia Le looked at the person with a smile on his face. After looking at each other with Warring States, his eyes fell on Garp again.
"Teacher, are you here too?"
Garp came over quickly and looked at Xia Le's aristocratic appearance with surprise on his face: "You feel a lot more energetic!"
"My duties require it, and those guys insisted on letting me take charge of the guard work here."
"What a joke. The most heavily guarded place in the world, where do I need to guard it?"
By the end, he was already laughing.
"Be careful, Garp, this is not our headquarters."
Warring States immediately whispered, wishing he could cover his old friend's mouth.
"Warring States General!"
At this moment, Xia Le greeted the other party.
"Hmph! You brat, you beat me pretty hard last time."
Warring States snorted and said angrily.
After O'Hara's battle, he and Zefa lay in the hospital bed for nearly three months, and it took half a year for their injuries to gradually recover.
"Ahem."
Xia Le touched his head in embarrassment, not knowing what to say.
In fact, after that battle, the relationship between the two parties became a bit subtle, and it was far less comfortable than when getting along with Garp.
"Okay, Warring States, your skills are inferior to others, and you were beaten up by my apprentice, but you still have the nerve to publicize it everywhere!"
"It's not a shame either."
Garp picked his nose and scoffed.
"Bastard Garp!"
The Warring States Period was furious.
The people in black on the side looked at this scene with dull expressions. They did not expect that after the general arrived, it turned out to be such a scene.
"Hey, what are you freaking out about?"
"Why don't you take this guy away for treatment? Do you want him to die here?"
Garp suddenly shouted forward.
The men in black were shaken, and they hesitated as they stood in front: "But who is Saint Nefertari Xia Le?"
Sengoku's face turned cold: "Do you want us to have a big fight here? Destroy the entire Mariejoia?"
The man in black trembled and did not dare to say anything more.
"Quick! Take Saint Musgarud away for treatment!"
The group of people immediately carried the unconscious Saint Musgarud and left here in the blink of an eye.
Garp and Sengoku turned their attention to Cobra again. They greeted each other politely, and then glanced at the people in the team behind them.
When he saw Fisher Tiger and Boya Hancock, Sengoku narrowed his eyes slightly, but didn't say much.
"Boy, this is Marigio."
"No matter what you do, be careful."
Garp said casually.
Xia Le smiled and nodded.
"Don't underestimate the power of the world, kid."
Warring States also said in a deep voice.
Hearing this, Xia Le's eyes flashed and he replied with a smile: "I have never looked down on anyone."
Warring States nodded: "Don't cause any more trouble here, otherwise it won't be just us next time!"
"Since you are participating in this meeting on behalf of the Neferutari royal family, you must shoulder your responsibilities as a noble."
Xia Le nodded thoughtfully.
"Ignore what Sengoku said, even here, the teacher will stand firmly on your side!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Cap said with a laugh.
"Asshole, please restrain me!"
The Warring States Period was furious.
But Garp just laughed, then hugged his shoulders, his voice lowered and became serious.
"However, it would be good to listen to what Warring States has to say."
"He knows more about the power here than I do."
Xia Le nodded solemnly.
The two of them came and left quickly.
Afterwards, Xia Le and his group walked forward.
People participating in the World Conference come from all over the world, and a place to live will naturally be prepared in advance for them.
Suddenly, when he was handed over to the servant waiting there to greet him, Xia Le's brows suddenly frowned.
"What's wrong?"
Kobra noticed the change in his expression and asked in a low voice.
"fine!"
Xia Le regained his smile, shook his head and said.
Then he glanced to one side.
In his sight, he saw a figure with a knife on his waist standing quietly not far away, staring at him.
In the calmness, there is an inexplicable majesty.
The red hair on his head is crescent-shaped, and he wears black sunglasses.
After noticing his gaze, the man nodded slightly without any smile on his face.
Xia Le withdrew his eyes, but he instantly recognized the other party's identity.
Ancient Saint Fegalando Green, the supreme commander of the Knights of God, and the king who was once active in the Canyon of Gods, is also inextricably linked to the future Four Emperors, Red-haired Shanks.
It can be said that the meaning represented by this figure is extremely unusual. Appearing here at this time is also inexplicably conveying some messages.
But the other party didn't make any extra moves, but just looked at him from a distance.
After a while, Cobra went to the resting place under the guidance of the servant, and Xia Le also withdrew his eyes.
Seeing him disappear, Ancient Saint Fegalando Green also turned around and left.
After slowly entering a palace, he sat on the sofa and crossed his legs.
"Is he here?"
A deep voice came out.
"Who do you mean?"
Ancient Saint Green asked lightly, looking at the old man with a figure-eight beard in front of him.
It is none other than Saint Topman Wuchuli, one of the Five Old Stars.
"Neferutari Charlot!"
Topman Wuchuli said solemnly.
"Here he is, I just saw him."
Green Ancient Holy Path.
"Are you sure?"
"If we take action here."
Topman Wuchuli's holy eyes were filled with coldness and he asked coldly.
"hehe."
"There has never been a real war, and just relying on those literal information, you would ask such a question?"
Ancient Saint Fegalando Green sneered.
Immediately afterwards, he said again.
"But even so, it should be clear to you, based solely on the information you've found about him."
"If you want to attack him, what a price you will bear!"
"If you don't want Mariejoia, this holy place on top of the world."
"I can take them with me and give it a try."
Hearing this, Saint Topman Wuchuli frowned.
"There is no room for error here."
Ancient Sage Fegalando Green smiled faintly, and naturally expected the other party's answer.
He stood up slowly and walked towards the door.
"If you decide, let me know."
"I don't have time to waste here."
With a wave of his hand, Ancient Saint Fegalando Green disappeared in an instant.
Sitting on the sofa, Topman Wuchulisheng was lost in thought. After a while, his expression changed violently.
"No matter what, you should test his strength!"
"If we can find out its weaknesses and flaws."
Saint Topman Wuchuli's face turned cold, and murderous intent burst into his eyes.
"He just came to Mariegio and caused such a big trouble. That kid really can't rest easy!"
At this time, another figure stepped forward, with golden hair and beard.
It was none other than Saint Shepard Ten Peter, the god of agricultural war.
"The World Conference is about to be held. I don't think it is a good idea to test him at this time."
"If the situation cannot be controlled by then, it will be a big joke."
Environmental Martial God, Markas Maz Saint said lightly.
"Then wait until after the World Conference and invite him to come and meet with us."
"It is indeed time for him to give us an answer!"
God of Science and Defense, the Holy Path of Jaygolusia Satan.
"Then let's do it."
The voice of the Financial Martial God, Saint Izanbalon V. Nasthurō came.
Topman Wuchulisheng sat on the sofa, his face solemn, and he nodded heavily after a moment.
——
The place where Xia Le and others lived was extremely luxurious, surpassing any high-end place he had ever seen in his previous life.
Even if the carpet you step on is sent to the Chambord Islands for auction, it will sell for a price beyond imagination.
"The life of a noble is so fascinating!"
Xia Le sighed.
Living here, there are servants waiting outside the door 24 hours a day. When nothing happens, the servants don't even dare to take a breath and stand there like zombies.
Whatever you ask for, the servants will do their best to fulfill it.
He found a doctor and treated Fisher Tiger.
Afterwards, he sat quietly in the house, feeling filled with emotions.
This luxurious life, not to mention the Tianlong people, even he was almost addicted to it the moment he lived in the palace.
The Celestial Dragons can be said to be the gods of this world, standing at the top.
Whatever the gods ask for, it will be granted. This requirement does not distinguish between justice and evil.
Or it can be said that the Tianlong people who grew up here will not have justice and evil in their hearts.
From a young age, any request will be met, and the concept of superiority is instilled.
And certain groups of people are also protecting the majesty of being Celestial Dragons and descendants of the Twenty Kings. Even if he does anything sinful for this reason, he will not hesitate to pay the price.
In the corner, the three sisters Boya Hancock sat there curiously and timidly, not daring to make any sound.
The three of them had just been cleaned and put on decent clothes with the help of servants.
"Hancock!"
Xia Le suddenly shouted.
"grown ups!"
Hancock replied immediately, with a gleam in his eyes, and said excitedly.
She barely concealed her love for Xia Le.
The fist-pumping scene not long ago was deeply imprinted in the girl's heart.
"With me, you don't have to be so worried anymore."
"No one dares to do anything to you again!"
Xia Le turned around, sat on the chair, leaned over and looked at the girl in front of him, smiling.
With shawl black hair and a thin figure, paired with the dress she is wearing, the other party has already revealed the peerless appearance of the world's number one beauty in the future.
Fifteen-year-old Boya Hancock.
It is the best age for a lolita, a young and delicate flower.
(End of chapter)
