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Goode's eldest unmarried daughter, Arya, was an absolute slut.

She had long heard in the circles of noble ladies and wealthy daughters that Loya was a handsome and elegant man, and also a master in bed.

She persuaded her father to seek treatment from Loya, but she also had her own ulterior motives.

Upon seeing Loya's handsome and elegant appearance today, she was already starving.

however.

Loya is a womanizer, indiscriminately sleeping with young girls and married women. He has slept with at least eighty or a hundred rich heiresses, noble ladies, and wives, but most of them were virgins, or at the very least, young women with very little experience.

But Loya had no appetite for a slut like Arya, who had slept with hundreds of men.

However, he would need to stay at Goode's residence for a while, waiting for Goode to send him information about the Whitebeard Pirates. Angering Aria would be troublesome after all.

Fortunately, Loya naturally had ways to deal with this kind of slut.

"Miss Aria, please lie down on the bed and unbutton your bra. I will take care of these minor issues for you and leave you feeling refreshed."

Loya said in an ambiguous tone.

Upon hearing this, Aria was overjoyed and her juices flowed freely.

He quickly followed Loya's advice and lay down on the bed.

Loya, meanwhile, closed the doors and windows tightly, took out a bottle of incense from his pocket, and opened it.

Instantly, the room was filled with a fragrant aroma.

Then, Loya took out a small green pill and held it to Aria's lips, saying in a suggestive tone, "Miss, please take this; it will make you feel even more blissful... Don't worry, the medicine I make has no side effects~"

Upon hearing this, Aria, her eyes filled with desire, licked Loya's finger with her two red lips, her little tongue even entwining around it, while slowly swallowing the pill.

pat!

Loya snapped his fingers.

A shiver ran through Aria's body, and her soul entered a wondrous realm.

Chapter Three: The Decision of the Whitebeard Squad Leaders

"whispering sound!"

Looking at Aria writhing on the bed, lost in an illusion, her juices gushing out.

Loya scoffed and picked up a handkerchief to wipe the drool off his fingers from Aria's mouth.

Then, with obvious disgust, he threw the handkerchief into the trash can.

"You can just stay here and enjoy yourself until you pass out~"

"When you wake up, you'll think you had a passionate day with me and passed out from pleasure, hehe~."

"However, your fourth sister, born out of wedlock to a maid, is a beautiful young virgin who has just turned eighteen. I'll go and take care of her, so I won't keep you company."

Loya got up, leaped out of the window in a flash, and disappeared like a ghost.

……

half a month later.

In Loya's room.

The incense is captivating.

Arya lay on Loya's large bed, rolling around alone.

Meanwhile, Loya himself was on a leather plush sofa, tending to the pristine land that Aria's fourth sister had personally developed half a month ago.

dong dong dong~

The maid walked to Loya's door and knocked three times.

He said, "Mr. Loya, Master Goode said the information you requested has been delivered."

I'll be there shortly~

After saying something to the person outside the door, Loya began to accelerate his efforts.

Five minutes later, he sent out his massive army of hundreds of millions.

Loya dressed himself neatly and quietly escorted Aria's fourth sister back to her little room.

……

Seven days later.

A town on an island in the new world.

Inside the tavern.

Marco, the first division commander of the Whitebeard Pirates, was taking a short rest in a tavern with dozens of members of the first division and the cooks of the fourth division.

They were ordered to purchase enough rations for the two thousand people aboard the Moby Dick for several months.

It's late tonight, so I'll have a drink at the tavern and prepare to return tomorrow morning.

And in a corner of the tavern.

A quiet man shrouded in a black cloak, drinking red wine alone, had been waiting for this group of people for a long time.

After drinking the last drop of fine wine in the glass.

The man got up and walked straight to Marco, who was smoking.

"Ok?"

Noticing the commotion, Marco lazily glanced at the man walking towards him.

"Hey, Mr. Marco, how's Mr. Whitebeard doing lately?"

"Hehe, let me introduce myself first."

"My name is Loya, and I'm a doctor."

"I have a huge business deal to discuss with you..."

As the young man named Loya spoke, he drew the sword from his waist to the astonishment of Marco and the others.

Swish.

The light of the knife flashed.

Behind the counter, the bartender's arm, along with the counter itself, was neatly severed!

"What are you doing?"

The tavern's employees were horrified.

Ignoring everyone, Loya appeared behind the weeping bartender in a flash.

He reached out and placed his hand on the bartender's back.

"reply!"

Loya uttered the words softly.

Then, something shocking happened right under everyone's noses.

A beam of light shone from where the bartender's arm had been severed, and a new arm materialized and grew within the light.

A few seconds later, the light disappeared.

The bartender stared in shock at his newly grown, fair arm, his face filled with disbelief.

The pain from the recent arm amputation felt like a dream!

Loya picked up the bartender's blood-stained severed arm that had fallen to the ground, a faint smile playing on his lips, and tossed the bloodstained arm toward Marco.

And said:

"As you can see, when it comes to healing others..."

"Your phoenix-like abilities are still inferior to mine."

Marco clutched his blood-stained severed arm.

His eyes didn't reflect the languid and composed look on his face.

He stared at Loya with narrowed eyes.

"Loya, tell me, what business do you want to discuss with me..."

……

That night.

Marco and his men set sail late at night, hastily returning towards the Moby Dick.

The afternoon of the following day.

On the main ship of the Moby Dick.