King Arthur, Apprentice of Roger’s Company Chapter 212

“Hmph!”

“This guy——”

Shakky, who was tidying up the scattered wine utensils, seemed to sense something.

Her movements paused slightly, but quickly returned to normal. Only the complex light that flashed in her eyes indicated that the pause just now was not an illusion.

“Hoo…”

The unique smell of nicotine turned into smoke rings and exhaled from Shakky’s mouth.

Circle after circle exploded in the empty bar. She knew everything in her heart, but said nothing, just quietly tidied up the scattered table.

Just as she used to do.

…

Crash——

The rolling waves crashed on the reefs, creating tiny splashes.

Silver-white waves slapped on the shore, turning into misty water vapor, bringing the salty humidity of the sea breeze.

“Hey!”

“What time is it, and you’re still fishing!” Saulbe walked over discontentedly with his hands on his hips, holding a freshly printed newspaper from the news bird, and roughly flipping through the harvest in the fish basket.

“Hey, hey, hey!”

“Take your dirty hands away, don’t touch my harvest!” Jabba, who was fishing on the reef, instantly bristled like a hedgehog and shouted:

“Also!”

“You bastards, keep quiet! Don’t disturb my fish! It’s not easy to successfully chum today, I’m sure I’ll return with a full load!”

“Hohoho~”

“You said that last time too, but in the end, you only brought back three fish, right? One of them was a palm-sized small silver fish, not even enough for you to fill your teeth with one bite!”

“Hahaha… How many times have you chummed!”

“Hey! Didn’t you say you wanted to train hard and maintain your strength so you could help little Arthur later? You guys are too slack——”

“You, who steals my donuts every day, are the least qualified to say such things!”

“Bullshit! I didn’t steal, I just borrowed, borrowed! I clearly returned it to you the next day!”

“…”

Sicar and the others, hearing the commotion, all walked towards the shore reef.

For a time, bustling noises, accompanied by the crisp sound of waves crashing, filled the air with a cheerful atmosphere, full of the joyous camaraderie of old friends.

“Hey——”

“Did you forget about the main business!”

“Little Arthur launched a surprise attack on Whole Cake Island, destroying half of its sea areas in one fell swoop, causing great damage. Even that crazy woman, BIGMOM, suffered a huge loss at the hands of little Arthur!”

Saulbe waved the newspaper in his hand.

His face was full of pride and boastfulness, just like a child-bragging maniac of later generations.

If he wasn’t living in seclusion now, he would have wanted to take the newspaper and find old friends and companions he knew, to show off properly, the kind where a bottle of beer could lead to three days and three nights of bragging.

Arthur!

Amazing, right!

I watched him grow up!

BIG-MOM!

Fierce, domineering, and awesome, right!

My child personally defeated her!

As for how much effort Arthur put in, how many times he made a move? Who cares! It’s not important!

Anyway, the front page headline of the newspaper, bold and enlarged, read—Great Britain crushes the BIGMOM Pirates!

New King vs. Old King!

The newborn king, crowned by the flames of war!

The sensational news, for a time, even overshadowed the revolutionary army’s surge.

Becoming the undisputed front-page headline in the New World!

New World!

On the magnificent sea.

A tall man, holding a naginata, stood proudly at the bow of the ship, his crescent-shaped mustache being a distinctive feature.

“It seems that a truly remarkable man has emerged on the high seas!”

“Gurararara~” (For an exhilarating novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Whitebeard’s hearty laughter echoed on the deck. The sky seemed unable to withstand his immense power, showing faint tremors and cracks:

“I can’t believe that little fellow from Roger’s side has reached such a level!”

“Gurararara~”

“The ever-changing sea truly makes one yearn for it!”

“Pops——”

Marco walked over helplessly.

Seeing his Pops’ approving look, he knew without a doubt that he must have again had the idea of taking someone under his wing and treating them as family.

However…

How could that guy possibly agree to it?

A black line appeared on Marco’s face.

His Pops was good in every way: bold, powerful, broad-minded, and exceptionally wise, truly a top-tier hero on the sea. But his one fatal flaw was—he loved to adopt sons too much.

Every time he saw an excellent talent, he wanted to take them under his wing and integrate them into the big family as a son.

But.

Speaking of which.

That guy named Arthur, clearly a peer, but his strength was so abnormal.

Even BIGMOM, who used to be on the same ship as Pops, suffered a setback under his influence, and she didn’t even dare to retaliate openly, only able to swallow her teeth with pain.

He’s truly a terrifying guy…

Marco, following behind Whitebeard, had eyes burning with immortal flames, filled with dread.

If that guy were to become our enemy.

Thinking of the tragic state of Whole Cake Island in the newspaper, Marco couldn’t help but shiver.

The smoke of war must not burn in our home!

Great Britain Sea!

Endless merchant ships, from various channels of influence, transported massive amounts of goods to this sea area. If one could fly out of the atmosphere and look down from a super-dimensional perspective.

One would see a spiderweb-like, columnar branching diagram encompassing the entire Great Britain Sea, and the bustling merchant ships were transporting goods inward along the network’s tracks.

The heavily laden ship cabins were almost at their maximum draft, and the flags hanging on the merchant ships were all different. A quick glance would reveal several, even dozens, of different flag totems, all from different regions, bleeding into Great Britain under the temptation of trade clearance.

“Woo——”

Amidst the long whistle, the Red Dragon flag fluttered in the wind.

The originally noisy merchant fleet instantly fell silent, lining up obediently according to the established rules, arranging themselves in order, and entering the port one by one.

They sat in rows, like well-behaved kindergarten children waiting for their fruit.

This was not only due to the increasingly mysterious and mythical development of the Great Britain Sea, but also due to the prestige Arthur and his crew had earned through their fists.

Even the infamous BIGMOM Pirates had fallen under his iron fist.

These desperate adventurers and gold prospectors on the merchant ships, every single one of them, shrank into quail eggs, their usual defiance nowhere to be seen, only well-behaved flattery.

One who didn’t know would think they were all good little babies!

Britain Island.

Inside the magnificent palace.

Arthur sat on the high throne, his emerald eyes gazing straight ahead, as if seeing the distant future through the void. His imposing presence, without anger, made one’s heart tremble.

The King’s… aura, is truly getting heavier!

Gawain’s sunny and handsome face was covered with awe. His secretly observing gaze dared not continue to pry or scan, but instead quietly lowered his head.