Pirate: It’s not a phantom beast, it’s a phantom god!

Chapter 189 Entering the Arena

"Celebration~Celebration~Celebration of all nations~"

"A celebration for all races~"

"Mom's Celebration~"

Amid the singing of countless homies, Perospero finally led the first group of guests to the shore.

"Oh~ Is this Cake Island? It's really magnificent!"

“Are those cake castles real?”

"These houses and flowers are actually singing?! It's incredible!"

"Eh? Don't you know?"

"I used to be able to sing the ones from Candy Island, but I don't know why I suddenly stopped singing them three days ago."

“Maybe I’m tired of singing~”

Because the order of admission was arranged according to status, the first batch of guests were just some small forces with a name in the New World.

Most of these forces come specifically to curry favor with the Big Mom Pirates or seek shelter, so most of them have little knowledge. Just some of the things that the Big Mom Pirates casually reveal are enough to make them marvel.

Of course, reporters from the World Economic News Agency are definitely among them.

In fact, they were the first to jump off the boat, and then more than a dozen reporters quickly occupied all the shooting positions to take all-round and no-blind-angle photos of these guests.

But the one who was photographed the most was Katakuri, who had been standing on the shore waiting.

Big Mom's second son, who is only about seventeen years old, has been hailed as the Charlotte family's 'greatest masterpiece'.

The outside world pays close attention to everything about him.

"Brother Peros, you've worked hard."

Ignoring the flashing lights around him, Katakuri greeted Perospero with a normal expression.

"Katakuri, I'll leave these people to you. I'll go pick up the second group of guests. Perolin~"

"Well, leave it to me."

After a simple handover, Perospero returned to the ship.

Although it is troublesome to run back and forth like this, it will not cause any trouble and it also shows how much Wan Guo values ​​these guests.

"Dear guests, please follow my brothers to the banquet hall in Cake Castle and take your seats."

He didn't plan to see these guests off in person. His mother instructed him to follow the last group of guests into the venue.

"Yes, yes. It's all up to you, Katakuri-sama."

The first group of guests answered cautiously, their attitude obviously containing a bit of flattery and ingratiation.

The venue for the ceremony was not far from the pier, and the group arrived there in no time by carriage.

Due to the huge scale of this celebration, the relay was not held on the top of the castle where tea parties were held in the past, but on a huge lawn outside the cake castle.

There, countless flower homies are swaying and singing celebratory music, making the place look like a fairy tale.

"It's amazing! It's like a world straight out of a picture book."

Said the king of a small country.

His country is adjacent to Totland, but its area is only half the size of Candy Island, and its resources are scarce. It is a remote corner that Big Mom disdains.

"I don't know how many Baileys it takes to become a resident here."

"Was that Katakuri just now? What a terrifying aura~"

"It feels even stronger than the rumors say."

……

The guests, like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden, found everything here novel and incredible.

This was indeed their first time in Big Mom's core territory.

But soon they quieted down as the second group of guests arrived.

“That, that is…” Walking in front was a man dressed like a pirate, except that instead of a skull and crossbones symbol, a huge anchor was painted on his captain’s hat.

[Shipping King]——'Deep Current' Umit!

"By the way, could you have the guys at MADS develop some technology that allows ships to sail in doldrums? I'd be happy to pay a high price."

"Haha~ Sorry, I can't decide what those guys want to research and what they don't want to research."

“I’m just a payee.”

The person who answered Umit was a man with slicked-back hair, smoking a cigar, and dressed like a gangster godfather.

[The King of Usury]——"God of Fortune" Du Field!
"But why was the guy who runs the funeral home invited as well?"

"Huh?! Just because I own a funeral home, I can't attend the ceremony?"

Hearing this, a man wearing a butcher clown mask, work clothes, and a huge sickle on his shoulder turned around and said dissatisfiedly.

【Funeral Home Giant】——"Big Hand Mortician" Dracula Pecklow.

"Haha, it's not that I can't come...it's just that it's unlucky."

"Gee, gee, gee! You, a bloody fellow, have no right to criticize me. Duffield!"

"Gurgle gurgle~ Stop arguing, you two petty guys~"

Gibson, a veteran in the warehousing industry, who had a long mustache and a red, red nose, but was constantly pouring wine from a bottle, interrupted.
"By the way, when are you going to take the things I have? It will be very troublesome if the navy spots them."

"Especially your 'goods', Jigura."

"Well, I guess it'll take a while longer. After all, the deposit has already been paid. And some of it is for my father."

[Organ Trafficker]——Jigula rubbed his hands and laughed.

As soon as this group of big men who call the shots in the underground world appeared, the guests who were originally chattering suddenly fell silent, and some even stood up unconsciously.

After all, many of them still rely on these big guys to survive, so they dare not sit down before they sit down.

Unexpectedly, Morgans, who usually likes to be in the spotlight, was walking at the end of the team, chatting with the old man next to him.

"Ahahaha! Media, you're the one who came to attend the ceremony after all."

"It can't be helped. Big Mom only gave us one invitation after all."

Old Medea smiled, looking like a completely kind old man on the surface.

"As expected of the Gunpowder Magician, his technique is truly extraordinary."

"I guess the other families still haven't figured out who has the invitation."

"Haha~ That's too good to be true. These are the only little tricks I can pull off in my old age. They're not even worthy of being mentioned in the context of Big News."

Hearing the other party's words without revealing any flaws, Morgans smiled noncommittally and then looked at Caspar next to him.

"Speaking of which, it seems like there's been some trade friction between you and [Beasts] lately~"

"How's that? As a veteran in the arms industry, you should be willing to give the newcomer some valuable 'experience' and 'guidance', right?"

"That's not a funny joke, President Morgans. We're just—"

"Haha! It's not really about guidance. After all, we're all businessmen, so we should compete fairly."

Before old Medea finished speaking, Caspar beside him couldn't help but interrupt, then turned his gaze to Morgans and extended his right hand very politely.

"Ah~ How presumptuous of you. I am the current heir of the Mediah family—Mediah Caspar."

"Please take good care of me in the future, President Morgans."

"Ahaha! What an enterprising young man! Media, you really have a successor."

Morgans' eyes were full of smiles, and he immediately shook the hand of the young man in front of him.

Caspar looked at the bird wings in his hand and couldn't hide the smile on his face.

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(End of this chapter)