One Piece: Nobody knows Devil Fruits better than me.

Chapter 285: A Wine Titled 'Hometown'!
New world.

The Moby Dick continues to sail on the high seas.

Although it was midday, the sky was overcast and gloomy, with torrential rain pouring down and giant waves tens of meters high rising and falling on the sea—the weather in the New World was always so unpredictable.

But clearly, this was not the case for the Moby Dick, which had been sailing on this sea for decades.

A mere storm is nothing more than a few specks of dust.

"Dad, news of Joz and Satch has come back. Even with the help of the underworld, they couldn't find any trace of Teach."

On the deck, Marco was reporting this to Whitebeard.

If you look closely, you'll find that most of the sixteen division commanders of the Whitebeard Pirates are not on the Moby Dick at this time.

Apart from a few captains in charge of guarding the area, there were only Marco and Whitebeard on the entire deck.

Whitebeard simply hummed in response.

This left Marco somewhat bewildered: "Dad, are you sure 'Teach' is still alive?"

"That guy's life card is already..."

His words were precisely what the Whitebeard Pirates had been busy with lately.

After leaving Dressrosa, Marco immediately told Whitebeard about everything he had seen and heard there, especially about Teach.

To his surprise, Whitebeard did not show much reaction on the surface after hearing this.

But Marco, who knew his father very well, could tell.

His father seemed to care a lot about this, or to be more precise—he seemed to have guessed something.

However, he did not tell Marco his suspicions, but instead gave the captain's orders.

"Use every means to find Teach's whereabouts."

This is something Marco cannot understand.

From the memories of 'balloon vendor' Assoria, he naturally realized that Teach's death was not so simple.

But death is death—the disappearance of the Life Card proves everything.

And the facts seem to confirm his suspicions.

During this period, the Whitebeard Pirates and their crew used almost all their resources—even Vista, the great swordsman known as "Flower Sword," did not go to watch the duel between Snake and Hawkeye, but in the end, they still gained nothing.

But after hearing Marco's tentative question, Whitebeard simply said calmly, "The Vivre Card means nothing, Marco."

"If that guy inherited that ambition, he definitely didn't die."

Inheritance? Ambition?
Marco frowned slightly, still unable to understand his father's words.

"But Father, what's the situation at sea right now?"

But he genuinely intended to persuade his father.

The situation at sea is becoming increasingly chaotic.

In particular, the duel on Instein Island not long ago, and the clash between the Four Emperors Shanks and the Marine Admirals, directly caused quite a stir in the New World.

In this situation, even the Whitebeard Pirates would need to be on high alert.

"The situation on the high seas is dire!"

At this point, Whitebeard burst into laughter.

“Those guys did a good job; they actually took down one of the Five Elders.”

"Indeed, they really dare to do such a thing."

Marco sighed, "Killing the Five Elders is no different from starting a full-scale war with the World Government."

But now the world government has clearly backed down, at least in the short term, without taking any drastic actions.

This demonstrates the current deterrent power of the twelve zodiac signs.

Thinking of this, Marco couldn't help but recall the twelve constellations he had seen in Dressrosa, and the 'Star Lord' who was like a god, summoning the souls of the dead back from the underworld.

"The twelve constellations, what amazing things!"

Marco sighed in this way.

But it was precisely at the moment he finished speaking that...

"Marco."

The white-bearded man spoke softly: "Go and get the wine."

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Marco almost doubted that he had heard correctly.

He looked at the white-bearded man with an annoyance: "Dad, we agreed yesterday that we wouldn't drink alcohol, right? You can't joke around with your health."

He made up his mind that he absolutely could not let his father drink any more alcohol today.

But then he saw the white-bearded man glare at him: "You stupid brat!"

"Inviting guests to the ship but not serving them wine—I don't recall ever teaching you such a rule!"

His voice shook the entire deck.

Marco was taken aback again: "A guest?"

As he spoke, he heard a voice behind him.

"There's no need to be so polite."

The calm voice made Marco freeze instantly.

It wasn't just because his Observation Haki hadn't detected anyone else on the deck.

More importantly, he recognized the voice.

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Marco then slowly turned his head.

Then he saw an incredible sight.

At this moment, the storm sweeping across the nearby seas continued.

But strangely enough, the wind and rain couldn't get any closer to the Moby Dick's vicinity.

The dark clouds in the sky seemed to be pushed aside by some invisible force, with only a ray of starlight shining through the gap.

And at that moment, amidst the starlight.

A figure is slowly emerging.

Marco naturally recognized the masked figure with its shimmering starlight.

"Star Lord!"

He spoke in disbelief.

Yes.

Although Atmos, the 13th division commander of the Whitebeard Pirates, and Namur, the 8th division commander, were monitoring the sea conditions nearby.

But at this moment, the Lord of the Twelve Constellations had already bypassed their guard and arrived on the deck of the Moby Dick.

"I've come to keep my appointment."

At this moment, the Star Lord casually glanced at the white-bearded man: "As a guest, I have also brought some fine wine."

As he spoke, he casually pointed with his hand.

The next moment.
"Buzz!"

A wine glass appeared out of thin air right in front of him.

From within the wine glass.

Strands of clear wine also emerge from it.

【Dream Creation: The Dream Cup】

【Dream Creation: Starry Fermented Rice】 "It won't affect your body."

The Star Lord waved his hand and tossed the wine glass to Whitebeard.

He himself casually sat down cross-legged.

"Gurararara? That sounds pretty good!"

Whitebeard took the wine glass and smelled the liquid inside.

Without waiting for Marco to stop him, he looked up and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.

"Glug... Glug, hmm?"

As the wine entered his mouth, the white-bearded man paused slightly in surprise.

Because at this moment, he could feel that the hidden injuries that had accumulated in his body over the years were rapidly healing the moment the wine entered his mouth.

A strong vitality rekindled within him, making him feel refreshed all over.

At the same time, the rich aroma of the wine made him feel as if he were seeing a certain place.

It was a dilapidated and barren place.

That was an island that became a lawless place because it couldn't pay the heavenly gold.

It was a place where orphans were everywhere and corpses littered the ground.

Edward Newgate was also one of the orphans.

That was where he spent his childhood.

He remembered the island, and the things the other orphans he had protected gave him when he left it.

It was a bottle of liquor—a very low-quality West Sea spirit found on the corpse of a robber.

That was the first time he had ever drunk alcohol in his life.

"Ahem... Newgate! Be careful at sea!"

"You must take good care of yourself!"

We can't be with you anymore!

Whitebeard still remembers the answer he gave back then.

"Everyone must keep fighting to survive!"

"I will return after I have achieved great success—I will lead the people of the island to a peaceful place, free from war and danger!"

"We are people without a home, but I will create a 'home' that belongs to us!"

That was the first 'promise' he ever made in his life.

Since then, Whitebeard has heard many flattering words, drunk many fine wines, and made many agreements.

But for him, only that glass of wine from the 'starting point' of his life journey left the deepest impression on him.

"Ha, that's really true."

The white-bearded man grinned.

Through the reflection of the remaining wine at the bottom of the glass, he saw his aged self and his crescent-shaped beard.

"In the blink of an eye, many years have passed."

He said this, and then looked at the Star Lord.

"The wine is good—what's its name?"

"home."

"Gulalalalala, a very suitable name!"

The white-bearded man laughed heartily.

"Such precious wine, I can't drink it for nothing."

As he said this, he gently raised his hand and clenched his fist.

"Buzz!"

An invisible tremor erupted, shaking open the cabin door at the rear of the deck.

A huge red wine bowl and a bottle of wine that looked quite old flew out with the vibration.

Seeing this, the Star Lord's eyes flickered.

The Tremor-Tremor Fruit is hailed as one of the strongest Paramecia-type abilities, capable of destroying the world.

However, Whitebeard was able to use such a dangerous ability to retrieve objects—which shows that this great pirate had indeed mastered the use of this Devil Fruit power to a very high degree.

"Star Lord—I've wanted to see you for a long time, gulalalala!"

As they were talking, the bottle of wine was opened.

The wine spilled into a huge, crimson goblet, and then landed in front of the Star Lord.

"You have treated me to a rare and fine wine, and I happen to have a good wine here as well."

At this point, he slightly raised his hand in a gesture.

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Marco was taken aback when he saw his actions.

He naturally understood the meaning of Whitebeard's gesture—he wanted to talk to the other person alone and did not want to be disturbed by anyone.

He seemed to want to say something, but then he saw the resolute look in Whitebeard's eyes.

Therefore, Marco, who knew his father very well, didn't say anything more.

He simply turned and left silently.

However, before leaving, he glanced suspiciously at the empty bottle—his father had actually hidden wine in his room?
Clearly, the Star Lord didn't care about Marco's departure.

He simply picked up the enormous wine glass that had been placed in front of him.

"call!"

He drank it all in one gulp.

Only after setting down the wine bowl did he exhale a breath—he rarely drank, but he wouldn't offend the white-bearded man.

"Not bad wine."

After taking a sip, he discovered that the drink tasted even better than he had imagined—it even had a hint of cola flavor.

But as soon as he said this, he heard the white-bearded man burst into laughter again.

"Good wine? I don't think so."

"I find this wine has a strange taste, but that fellow said it was specially made for you and is perfect as a gift for you."

These words were spoken.

Beneath the Star Lord's mask, Roy was also taken aback.

Wine made for him and left for him?

At first glance, he almost mistook the white beard's words for something indescribable added to the drink.

But then, his gaze turned thoughtfully to the patterns that were clearly in the style of the giants—come to think of it, he had felt that this wine glass was familiar from the beginning.

In his mind, he could already recall where he had seen this kind of wine glass before.

That was in Lingling's memory, at that banquet in Elbaf.

Therefore, Roy naturally had the answer in his heart.

"Was this bottle of wine left behind by Lox?"

　Just wanted to say that my wife's younger brother was in a car accident yesterday and is currently hospitalized, but he can't get out of bed. So I'll have to go help him over the weekend (getting medical certificates, dealing with traffic police and insurance claims [the traffic police might not be open on weekends]). Therefore, there will likely only be one update today and tomorrow. I'll go to the traffic police station on Monday morning to finish the paperwork, and regular updates will resume by Tuesday at the latest.

　　
　
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