The Great Voyage Begins with the Celestial Dragons

Zefa grinned, recalling most of the students he had taught, and realized what was going on.

What he's always regretted is simply Kuzan's talent.

To stop himself from thinking too much, Zefa picked up two bottles of specialty beer from the East China Sea on the table.

"Let's have a bite!"

He tossed a bottle to Luther, and then picked one up for himself.

"Professor Jing Zefa has accepted another excellent student!"

Luther smiled and flicked the bottle cap off with one finger, then raised the bottle.

"Haha, congratulations on guiding the pirate prince onto the right path!"

Zefa raised his bottle and clinked it against Luther's, then took a big gulp.

Seeing this, Luther smiled slightly and took a big gulp from the bottle.

Seeing Luther easily finish a bottle of wine in one gulp, Zefa's eyes widened, and not to be outdone, he also drank the remaining half bottle in one go.

The two looked at each other and both laughed.

Zefa brought over another bottle of wine, took a sip, and a look of enjoyment appeared on his face.

He began to understand why his two students, even after becoming admirals, still preferred to follow Luther. With Luther, they could enjoy a freedom they couldn't obtain after becoming naval officers.

On Luther's ship, you could do whatever you wanted, and Luther would do his best to accommodate your every whim.

These days, this pleasant life at sea is something he has never experienced before.

Such a good thing shouldn't be enjoyed by his two rebellious disciples alone.

Perhaps he should get some rest too...

On the deck.

Amidst the distant, spectator gazes of Gion and Tenzuki, Ace was introducing himself to the others.

“My name is Ace! Portgas D. Ace, not Gol D. Ace!”

Upon hearing his words, Yamato's eyes lit up:

"My name is Yamato! Don Quixote Yamato, not Kaido Yamato!"

Hiyori, Yamato's little tail, blinked twice and imitated her, saying:

"My name is Hiyori! Amatsuki Hiyori, not Kozuki Hiyori!"

"Hey, hey, why are you copying my introduction!"

Ace was rather displeased with this highly repetitive introduction:

"Gol is my father's most hated surname, I don't want to be his son!"

"Me too!"

Yamato patted Ace on the shoulder casually, looking like he'd been there all along:

"Kaido is my father's name, I don't want to be his son!"

"Aren't you a girl?" Ace looked at Yamato suspiciously.

Yamato was dressed in a kimono with a white ponytail. If it weren't for her carefree personality, she would have looked and exuded the aura of a noblewoman.

“Just because that old man was mentally ill, I am now Luther’s daughter!” Yamato said matter-of-factly.

"Uh...it seems there's nothing wrong?"

Ace was somewhat speechless; in his youth, he felt there seemed to be nothing wrong with it.

If Roger dared to raise his girl...

Just thinking about it made Ace shudder, a chill running down his spine.

This is a hundred times more hateful than Roger in his eyes now.

Unconsciously, Ace looked at Yamato with a hint of sympathy.

He then looked at Hiyori, frowning:

"No, why are you introducing yourself the same way we are?"

"Tianyue is my mother's surname. My father abandoned me, ran off with another woman, and even gave my mother to Lord Luther..."

As she spoke, Hiyori's eyes welled up with tears, and she looked as if she was about to cry.

"What?! How can there be such a father?!"

Ace was completely stunned, his mouth agape.

He used to think he was the most miserable person, but now, compared to others, how come he's not the most miserable?

Thinking about this made Ace feel a little uncomfortable.

When it comes to who's the least miserable, how could he possibly be the least miserable one?

Ace curled his lip and said loudly:

"My father is dead!"

"My father is dead too!"

Hiyori blinked twice.

Yamato thought for a moment, then said uncertainly:

"Kaido is practically dead, tormented day and night in a state of neither life nor death..."

"Gudu!"

Ace glared at Yamato, not expecting him to be even more ruthless.

He snorted and said again:

"My mother is dead!"

"My mother is dead too!"

Yamato returned quickly this time, which gave Ace some comfort.

"My mother..."

Just as Hiyori was about to speak, she felt a death stare coming from afar.

When Hiyori saw Amatsuki's gentle gaze fall upon her, she shrank back and her voice became much softer:

"My...my mother is still alive!"

"Hahaha, you're out!"

Upon hearing this, Ace immediately jumped up and laughed heartily.

"And me too! Keep going!" Yamato shouted.

"That doesn't count, there are others!" Hiyori said, somewhat unconvinced.

"Who said that? All of these count? I'm the most miserable one!" Ace's voice also rose.

Immediately, the three little ones started making a ruckus.

"Aren't you going to do anything about it?"

Gion leaned against the ship's railing, a smile playing on her lips.

It's quite a pleasure to see a few kids making innocent and uninhibited remarks.

"Let them go. Hiyori has been feeling down these past few days, and it's good to have Ace lighten the mood."

Tian Yue smiled gently, her tender gaze fixed on her daughter.

This was the first time she had ever seen someone argue so fiercely with someone their own age.

She actually hopes that more of these things will happen, so that she can relieve the depression in her heart and become a better person.

Chapter 153 The Concert was truly unbearable.

Seven months later.

The Kingdom of Music, Eregia.

"Ding-dong~ Ding-dong ding-dong~"

Inside the magnificent golden concert hall, Luther leaned back on the cushions, completely relaxed, his eyes half-closed, enjoying the beautiful melody of the instruments playing in unison.

The venue, which should have been able to accommodate a thousand people, was almost empty at this moment, with only Luther and a handful of others.

In the center of the stage, Stella, dressed in a light blue off-shoulder dress, sat in front of a harp, her fair and slender fingers gently plucking the strings, and the melodious tune lingered in the hall.

Behind her, a grand piano provided accompaniment.

The black and white piano keys rose and fell, and the middle-aged man sitting on the piano bench was thin with sunken cheeks, looking like a clothes hanger tied to a tuxedo. But looking at his intoxicated expression, he didn't care about anything around him and was completely immersed in the performance.

Luther and Amezuki both looked like they were enjoying themselves, treating it as a relaxing experience.

The others had varying expressions.

Zefa leaned back in his chair, a rare gentle expression on his face, as if he were thinking of something.

Hiyori sat obediently next to Tengetsu, trying hard to listen, but her childlike nature still made her feel bored.

These are all considered good, but for Ace and Yamato, music was pure torture, especially when Luther forced them to listen.

They exchanged a glance, and both could see the bitterness in each other's eyes.

Ace glanced to the side and saw Nekomamushi fast asleep in a chair and Maria dozing off with her eyes half-closed while holding her sword. He couldn't help but feel envious.

He's so young, why does he have to suffer like this!

Since they arrived in Elegia two weeks ago, they have been coming to listen to concerts every day.

Compared to before when he couldn't concentrate at all, being able to sit still for a while now is an improvement.

However, he knew that Luther and the others meant well for him, so he was willing to sit down and listen attentively.

This month was probably the happiest month he'd ever had.