Navigation: Healing Warlock, top-tier healer for Whitebeard

"After treating your old injuries, we will send him away immediately."

Marco, seeing that Whitebeard disliked Loya, quickly explained.

After all, no matter how much you dislike it, the injury still needs to be treated!

To be honest, Marco's first impression of Loya was also not good.

Without a word, they severed the arm of the innocent bartender; it was too cruel and domineering.

However, in the adult world, doing things solely based on personal preferences is not sustainable in the long run.

It still depends on the actual interests.

When cooperation is necessary, even if the other party is truly a devil, cooperation is still required!

"Yes, Father, if you don't like seeing him, just give him some gold and silver after he's healed from your old injuries, and kick him off the ship! Why get angry?"

"Yes, Dad, I've heard that this person's medical skills are quite remarkable!"

All the squad leaders came forward to persuade him.

The white-bearded man changed the bowl, poured himself a bowl of wine, and glanced sideways at his sons.

Suddenly laughed.

"Gu la la la la..."

Do you all think that I am old and blind?

"You think you can get rid of this brat by giving him some gold and silver?"

"Gulp gulp gulp, this is the funniest joke I've heard all day!"

After laughing, the white-bearded man picked up the bowl and gulped down the wine inside.

The squad leaders exchanged bewildered glances, secretly feeling guilty.

"Speak, sons, what kind of deal did you make with this brat in private?"

The white-bearded man put down his bowl, a smile on his face, and said with an air of authority, "A little bit of gold and silver shouldn't be enough to satisfy this brat's appetite, right?"

"Father is wise and powerful; indeed, nothing can fool his discerning eyes!"

Vista stepped forward and said, "The reward paid to Mr. Loya is for our Whitebeard Pirates to deal with a Shichibukai."

Bista told the truth, but not the whole truth.

Whitebeard's Observation Haki had reached the point where he could discern the truthfulness of others' words; he knew immediately that Vista was telling the truth.

He nodded immediately: "Yes, dealing with a Shichibukai is indeed a considerable reward..."

Whitebeard felt somewhat relieved, but he had not completely let his guard down.

He pointed at Loya and said with a stern, imposing smile, "Boy, to what extent can you heal my injuries?"

Loya looked directly at Whitebeard, no longer concealing his imposing manner, and answered in a calm yet domineering voice:

"Muscles, bones, tendons, skin, internal organs—rejuvenate!"

"Making sure you live past a hundred, Mr. Edward, is no problem!"

Hear the words.

Whitebeard laughed loudly towards the sky.

"Gurararara... What an amazing ability!"

As he spoke, Whitebeard suddenly stood up and nimbly grabbed the Supreme Grade Sword, Murakumogiri.

Boom! !

The bottom of the naginata handle was slammed heavily onto the sturdy deck made of the wood of the Adam Tree.

"Young man, do you know what what you just said means to this old man?"

His white beard and hair stood up, exuding an aura of dominance.

The Moby Dick's hull creaked and groaned from the shock, the sea surged and the sky was filled with clouds and mist!

Under such domineering pressure.

Everyone in the White Group turned pale with shock.

They thought that Whitebeard would unleash a tremendous force that could shake mountains and tsunamis in the next moment!

however.

Loya, however, smiled calmly, staring directly at the white-bearded man without fear, and said:

"Number one in the world, unmatched by anyone!"

"Even if the Pirate King Roger were reborn, he might not be able to compete with you!"

Loya's words actually carried a hint of deliberately praising Whitebeard.

Since Loya didn't know Roger's true strength either, and since the man was dead anyway, he might as well use him to praise Whitebeard.

People like to hear nice things, and even a white-bearded man is no exception.

"You little brat... you seem to know quite a lot!"

One cannot hit a smiling face. When Whitebeard saw Loya praising him, he couldn't help but put away some of his domineering aura and reveal a smile.

He immediately sat back down, transforming once again into a sickly, frail old man.

Seeing this, the members of the White Team secretly breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from their foreheads and temples.

Chapter Five: Discussing Heroes Over Drinks (Seeking flowers and favorites)

Then the white-bearded man spoke slowly:

"There are a few things about people that continue to grow as they get older."

"It's all the same: knowledge, experience, and wisdom."

"It's the same combat techniques, including physical skills, swordsmanship, and the use of domineering aura."

"Armament Haki, Observation Haki, Conqueror's Haki."

"But God is fair."

"As we age, some things will gradually decline after a certain period of time."

"That's our physical body."

"And once the physical body begins to decline, all the abilities that rely on it will also decline."

Seeing that Whitebeard seemed ready to have a long talk, Loya took the initiative, stepped forward, poured him a bowl of wine, and handed it to him.

"Heh, you little rascal, you're quite the smooth operator~"

"Much smarter than my stupid sons!"

Whitebeard reached out and took the wine, looking at Loya with a complicated expression.

His eyes held a mixture of admiration, regret, wariness, unease, and murderous intent.

"Mr. Edward, you're looking at me like that, I'm getting scared!"

Loya smiled and said, "Regardless of what our relationship may be in the future, at least for this moment, I sincerely respect you, and I am a friend who has been invited here to treat you."

"You wouldn't really be planning to harm your friend, would you?"

Upon hearing this, the white-bearded man smiled.

He then gulped down the bowl of wine.

Said:

"Loya, is it? I'll remember you. You're too clever!"

"Roger may be a hero, but he was just a hot-blooded man with no guile."

"But you're different; you're cunning."

"Moreover, at such a young age, he possesses such a powerful physique, concealing an astonishing domineering aura!"

"This reminds me of my former captain, Rocks D. Giebeck!"

Do you know this person?

Upon hearing this, Loya shook his head: "This is the first time I've heard of this."

That's obviously a lie.

However, Whitebeard's Observation Haki was unable to discern the truth of these words!

Whitebeard's eyes narrowed slightly: "Even if you don't know... do you know what this person's final fate was?"

Loya smiled, poured Whitebeard another bowl of wine, and replied, "Perhaps he was betrayed by everyone and died as a result?"

"Oh? If you don't know this person, how do you know so much about their fate?"

The white-bearded man asked doubtfully.

“I’m guessing,” Loya said. “The pirates and the people on the high seas only know about the Pirate King Roger, but they don’t know who Rocks is. Obviously, Rocks’ ambition to dominate the world ultimately failed.”

"Furthermore, the purpose of your sudden mention of this person is nothing more than to warn me that any attempt to dominate the world will not end well."