Pirates: Awakening of the Divine Religion, I just want to teach and preach Chapter 049

Although normally, Marine Headquarters, Marineford, was one of the safest places in the world, Wayne didn’t believe in such a thing as “normal.”

Even the family members of a Marine Headquarters Admiral could be retaliated against and attacked by those so-called pirates.

What safety could Marine Headquarters possibly offer?

Not to mention, his appearance in that accident most likely interfered with someone’s plans.

Wayne trusted his sixth sense implicitly; that feeling of being maliciously spied upon definitely wasn’t wrong.

If that was the case, then he would have to be extra careful on this voyage.

He had most likely entered the sights of certain individuals.

They might not dare to make a move at Marine Headquarters, but outside of it…

As he thought this, a strange sense of urgency welled up in Wayne’s heart.

He pondered for a moment, then turned to look at Doberman, smiling as he said, “Since there’s nothing else to do during this voyage, let’s use this time to give you a short-term special training.”

“Special training?”

Doberman was startled, then his face lit up with joy. He straightened up and saluted, “Yes, Teacher Wayne!”

Doberman had already experienced Wayne’s teaching level and ability.

With just a few words, he had helped him break through a bottleneck in his swordsmanship training and officially entered the realm of a Sword Master.

If Teacher Wayne were to guide him through special training for the next few days…

Doberman’s heart pounded with excitement. He clenched his fists, his expression filled with anticipation.

At the same time.

Grand Line, a certain faction’s secret stronghold.

In the secret chamber, the lamplight flickered, casting swaying shadows.

A figure with a chilling aura stood in the darkness, hands clasped behind their back, appearing incredibly eerie.

“Wolfhound’s life… has burned out.”

A subordinate in a black suit knelt on one knee, reporting with trepidation:

“He was one of the personnel we planted in Marine Headquarters. It was incredibly difficult to get him to pass the review as a new recruit with a clean record and become an intelligence agent within the Marines.”

“I didn’t expect him to just fall silently like this.”

The standing figure didn’t turn around, but their voice echoed in the confined secret chamber, incredibly hoarse:

“Are there any clues?”

“Reporting, sir, not yet…”

The kneeling subordinate shook his head. “The last intelligence he sent to the department before his life card disappeared was about that Marine kid’s sea route.”

“Our preliminary guess is that there might be someone protecting that kid in the dark.”

At this point, he hesitated, then cautiously probed, “Sir, do you think the one who took out ‘Wolfhound’ might be Zephyr?”

“After all, that kid named Wayne is now Zephyr’s adjutant.”

“Plus, with our previous actions, Zephyr might have already noticed or even suspected something…”

Silence.

Dead silence.

In the gloomy secret chamber, only the lamplight flickered continuously, casting devil-like shadows.

“That’s not important.”

After a moment, the figure standing with hands clasped behind their back spoke coldly.

“Since that eyesore of a kid has left Marineford, he’s already a corpse.”

“Proceed with the plan, and be as discreet as possible.”

The subordinate bowed deeply.

“Yes, sir.”

A day quickly passed.

As dusk fell, the warship slowly docked.

“Doberman, is this your hometown?”

Wayne looked at the peaceful and tranquil island before him, and the wisps of cooking smoke rising with the twilight in the distance, a calm smile couldn’t help but appear on his face.

Doberman, who had just finished a round of training, wiped the sweat from his forehead and respectfully nodded, “Yes, Teacher Wayne, this is Oak Island.”

“The island is covered in oak trees, and the crops produced are a special resin, mainly used in the production of various paints and adhesives.”

Upon hearing this, Wayne looked up and saw vast expanses of oak trees in the distance of the island.

They stretched from the edge of the town all the way to the end of the distant mountains, continuous and lush, and he couldn’t help but nod.

Oak Island was located in the first half of the Grand Line, not far from the desert kingdom of Alabasta, only a few days’ voyage away.

The warship’s speed was several times faster than ordinary ships, and in less than a day, they had traveled from Marineford to this small town.

“Alright, let’s go ashore then. Let’s go visit your father early.”

Wayne raised his hand and gestured to a随行的 Marine soldier.

Soon, several accompanying Marine soldiers emerged from the ship’s cabin, carrying large and small bags of gifts and fruits.

“Take these home.”

Under Doberman’s slightly surprised gaze, Wayne pointed to the pile of gifts and said with a smile, “I don’t know what your father likes, so I brought a variety of things.”

Doberman looked at the large pile of gifts on the deck—expensive cigarettes, strong liquor, and tea, as well as some nutritional supplements and fresh fruits. His eyes reddened slightly with emotion.

“Teacher Wayne…”

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but Wayne patted him on the shoulder and chuckled, “Don’t overthink it, go on. I’ll go take a walk around town first.”

Doberman, eager to return home, knew it wasn’t a time for politeness or refusal. He nodded heavily.

He then carried the gifts off the deck and hurried towards his home.

However, he secretly made a decision in his heart: he would train even harder in the future and become stronger.

That would be the best way to repay Teacher Wayne.

Watching Doberman’s figure gradually recede into the twilight, Wayne’s gaze became somewhat dazed.

Home…

These two simple words, for him, had become so distant.

After a few seconds of silence, he let out a self-deprecating laugh and shook his head.

Dispelling the complex emotions in his heart, he agilely leaped off the deck and walked towards the town.

Dressed in his military uniform, he slowly walked into the small town, attracting glances of admiration, respect, and awe from many ordinary citizens along the way.

For most ordinary people on this sea, the Marines were still the greatest guarantee of their lives and property.

Especially in this period before the Great Pirate Era had begun, the Marines’ image in the public’s mind was still quite good.

Wayne wandered around idly for a while, then suddenly turned into a quiet alley.

He stopped, calmly pulled out a cigar from his pocket, bit it, and lit it.

After taking a deep puff, he revealed a cold smile.

“So, how about we settle this here?”

“I don’t have time to keep playing games with you.”