A cook, vice-captain of the Rocks Pirates?

An unprecedented relocation operation was launched in O'Hara.

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Twelve chapters today, more tomorrow!

Chapter 241 The Five Elders' Shock

The monsters of the Whitebeard Pirates became the most efficient porters, with Gats and Jozu each carrying thousands of heavy books at a time.

The knowledge accumulated over hundreds of years by the Tree of Omniscience was gradually carried onto the back of the ancestral giant tortoise.

Dorum then used his shipwright skills to quickly plan and build a sturdy and moisture-proof temporary library on the giant tortoise's back.

When the last book was properly placed, and all the scholars and their families had boarded the great ark, Newgate walked to the now empty Tree of Omniscience.

He looked at the ancient tree that had witnessed countless rises and falls in history, remained silent for a long time, and finally threw a punch.

"Now that knowledge has found a new home, there's no need to leave this empty shell to those despicable fellows."

With a deafening crash, the towering tree, a symbol of both the glory and sorrow of Ohara, collapsed.

Meanwhile, the ancestral giant tortoise, carrying all the scholars and knowledge of Ohara, slowly sailed away from the West Blue under the protection of the Whitebeard Pirates.

But this event stirred up a huge storm at sea, and within just a few days, it swept across every corner of the world in an unprecedented, unreasonable and domineering manner.

If the Whitebeard Pirates' appearance at the gates of Mary Geoise and their subsequent departure without bloodshed left the world bewildered and bewildered, then the story is quite absurd.

This time, they uprooted an island that was under close surveillance by the World Government and possessed the ability to study the Poneglyphs, taking all its inhabitants with them. This brought the world a profound sense of horror and fear.

This is no longer a provocation; it is a blatant and incomprehensible slap in the face of the World Government, a face that has been sacred and inviolable for eight hundred years.

At the headquarters of the World Economic News Agency, President Morgans, watching the footage of Den Den Mushi (a type of electric scooter) sent back from the front lines by the CP agency at great risk, was so excited that his feathers stood on end, and he even excitedly danced his self-created news dance in his office.

"What the hell?! What's going on?! Has Newgate gone mad?!"

He screamed, his enormous wings whipping the documents on the desk like a blizzard.

In the image, on the back of the ancestral giant tortoise, which resembles a moving continent, a massive mountain of knowledge, composed of countless books, has appeared.

The scholars of Ohara were like a group of ants that had found a new home, methodically organizing the forbidden knowledge that would bring annihilation in the outside world.

Meanwhile, the members of the Whitebeard Pirates, like a group of top-notch security guards, lazily lay on the sidelines basking in the sun, carrying their weapons.

The giant man named Gatz even used a thick historical document, as thick as a brick, as a cushion to prop up his buttocks, while humming an off-key song.

This scene is full of incongruity and absurdity, yet it carries a chilling sense of reality called freedom.

Morgans looked at the official report in his hand; its contents were still so simple as to be perfunctory.

Ohara was threatened by unknown pirates, and the World Government intended to issue a Buster Call to protect it. However, the Whitebeard Pirates happened to be passing by, and after friendly negotiations, all the residents of Ohara voluntarily left with them to seek a safer learning environment.

"voluntary?!"

Morgans felt like his brain was about to be burned through by those words.

"No way! There must be some earth-shattering news here!"

His eyes gleamed with a journalist's intense thirst for the truth. He personally penned the most exaggerated and sensational headline, propelling this enigmatic news story to the forefront of the world's headlines.

Shocking! The strongest moving company in history? The Whitebeard Pirates' mass elopement with Ohara!

Once the newspaper was published, the entire ocean fell silent.

Marine Headquarters, Marineford.

In the Marshal's office, Steelbone Kong looked at the report in his hand, his face so gloomy it could drip water.

Beside him, Sengoku adjusted his glasses, his expression extremely solemn.

“We all underestimated them, or rather, we all underestimated that chef. He wasn’t provoking us; he was… gathering ingredients. It’s just that the ingredients he saw were things we couldn’t understand.”

"Ingredients?"

Kong slammed his fist on the table and roared, "Do you treat justice like food?! Where's that bastard Garp? Send him! Send him to sink those bastards and that turtle to the bottom of the sea!"

"Karp... He took a long leave yesterday, saying he was in a bad mood because his senbei was stolen by rats on the warship, and now he's nowhere to be found."

Steel Bones Void: "..."

He felt his stomach start to hurt again.

In the heart of this storm that swept the world, the five stars that stood at the pinnacle of world power in the Holy Land of Mary Geoise were finally shaken like never before by this news.

Between power.

The atmosphere was as heavy as ancient ice; outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the sea of ​​clouds churned, yet it brought in not a trace of life.

Five elderly men dressed in black suits, their auras as deep and unfathomable as an abyss, sat silently around a large round table, each with an unyielding gloom shrouding their faces.

On the table, the newspaper with the ancestral giant tortoise and the scholars of Ohara on it, like a judgment from the abyss, silently mocked the absolute order they had established over the past eight hundred years.

“Ohara… they actually took it away in this way.”

With a long white mustache and a scar on his forehead, the Five Elders had a hoarse voice, like two rusty iron plates rubbing together.

"That Spandam is a complete waste! CP9 is a bunch of good-for-nothings! Such an important place, and they let a bunch of pirates empty it right under their noses!"

"The problem isn't Spandam, it's Whitebeard."

The blond Elder's eyes were gloomy. He tapped the table, his voice carrying a hint of suppressed irritation.

"What exactly is Newgate trying to do? What does he want the Poneglyphs for?"

The bald Five Elders, who had been holding the first generation Kitetsu and resting with his eyes closed, slowly spoke. His voice was as cold as ever, with a sharp edge.

"Newgate's decision to take O'Hara away is an illogical act; there must be another reason behind it."

"That chef."

The tallest of the five elders finally spoke, his voice booming like a bell, full of majesty.

"Behind all of this, there is the shadow of that chef named Ryan. From the soup in Mary Geoise to the True Tears of Ohara, he always manages to steer things in the most unpredictable directions in ways we cannot understand."

Silence fell in the room once again.

They remembered the almost Taoist-like cooking style that Ryan had demonstrated in Mary Geoise's kitchen, and the five dishes that had not only healed their bodies but also challenged their souls.

Fear, like vines, quietly spread through the hearts of these ancient monsters who had lived for hundreds of years.

They were not afraid of Whitebeard's power, nor of Roger's adventures, but they feared the unknown, the power that could undermine their will to rule from the very foundation.

Chapter 242 Brewing a Pot of Soup Called the Era

"We can't wait any longer!"

The Five Elders, wielding their swords, declared resolutely, "We must find out their purpose! Before they actually use the knowledge of Ohara to do something irreversible!"

How can we figure this out?

The blonde Five Elders raised the most crucial question.

"Send someone to ask? Who? CP0? Or a Marine Admiral? Facing a Whitebeard Pirates crew with mobile territory and unfathomable strength, any form of military provocation could trigger a full-scale war that we do not want to see."

"Then... we'll just ask the source directly."

The tall, imposing Five Elders spoke in a deep voice, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

Ultimately, the five reached a consensus that was both absurd and incredibly realistic.

They picked up the golden Den Den Mushi (snail phone) on the table, a symbol of the world's highest power, and dialed a number they never expected to contact them.

……

On the back of the ancestral giant tortoise, the atmosphere was completely opposite to the tension outside.

A grand welcoming banquet is underway to celebrate the scholars of Ohara officially joining this strange family.

Raine used the pollen of True Tears collected from Ohara, mixed with the ingredients he had hunted earlier, to create a unique Honesty Dinner.

While stuffing a huge piece of roasted meat into his mouth, Gatz mumbled loudly, "Hiccup... To be honest, this meat tastes much worse than what I had on Skypiea last time, but considering the head chef's hard work, I'll just eat enough for ten people!"

Dorum, holding a glass of juice, spoke with tears in his eyes to a thick historical document beside him.

"My darling, don't worry, I will definitely build you the most sturdy, moisture-proof, and cool-in-the-summer library in the world! The kind that wouldn't collapse even if Gatz and Jozu fought on the roof!"

The scholars gradually relaxed their inhibitions, and Dr. Clover was discussing some speculations about the Void Century with Newgate. The two even felt as if they had known each other for a long time.

Little Robin, like a curious kitten, followed behind Renn, watching him process various ingredients as if by magic, her big, black gem-like eyes filled with curiosity and admiration for this new world.

In the midst of this joyful and peaceful atmosphere, an untimely voice suddenly rang out.

Blu-ray Blu-ray Blu-ray... Blu-ray Blu-ray Blu-ray...

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the uniquely shaped personal Den Den Mushi made of shape memory alloy on Renn's waist was ringing persistently.

Renn frowned slightly. No more than five people in the whole world knew his Den Den Mushi number.

He walked to a quiet corner and pressed the answer button.

The Den Den Mushi instantly conjured a dignified face with two long white mustaches, which surprised even Rein.

"Hey."

Raine's voice was calm and unwavering.

"The God of Cooking, Raine."

On the other end of the Den Den Mushi came an old, yet oppressive voice—one of the Five Elders.

"Let's get straight to the point."

"What is your purpose in taking Ohara away?"

On the other end of the Den Den Mushi, an old and dignified voice, carrying an unquestionable question, instantly brought the surrounding noisy air to a standstill.

Newgate, Dr. Clover, and the others all turned their gazes to the thin figure answering the phone in the corner.

They could clearly sense that what emanated from that tiny Den Den Mushi was a will belonging to the world's highest authority, powerful enough to make the ocean tremble.

However, Ryan's face showed no change in expression. He even had the leisure to hand a skewer of freshly grilled, sizzling, colorful pheasant wings to little Robin, who was staring at him expectantly.

"Purpose?"

Raine spoke as calmly as if he were asking about the weather, and into the Den Den Mushi, he said in a matter-of-fact tone, "Of course, it's for researching new recipes."

On the other end of the Den Den Mushi, in the Hall of Power, the five Elders were collectively stunned upon hearing this answer.

They imagined countless possibilities: the other party wanted ancient weapons, wanted to overthrow the world, wanted to uncover the blank century of history...

But what they never expected was that the other party's answer would be... to study recipes?

"menu?"

The blond Five Elders felt his blood pressure soaring. He couldn't help but roar into the Den Den Mushi, "You kidnapped all the scholars in Ohara just to research a dish?! Do you think we're three-year-olds?!"

"Of course it's not a dish."

Renn shook his head and corrected him.

The Five Elders felt a chill run down their spines; as expected, this was just an excuse.

"I plan to use the knowledge accumulated by Ohara over eight hundred years as the main ingredient, the forgotten stories recorded in the main texts as seasoning, and this era about to go berserk as the soup base..."

Ryan's voice wasn't loud, but it was like an invisible hammer, striking the hearts of every one of the Five Elders.

"Brewing a pot of soup called the era."

"I want to taste what the truth of history tastes like when this soup boils."

These words plunged the other end of the Den Den Mushi into a deathly silence.

The five elders, who had lived for hundreds of years and were used to being in control of everything, felt a chill that came from the depths of their souls at this moment.

This chef... he's not joking.

He was declaring war on them in a way that they could not understand at all, yet which terrified them.

What he wants to cook is not food, but history, the times, and the world order that they have built up over the past eight hundred years with lies and bloodshed!

"You madman...you're a complete and utter madman!"

The Five Elders' voices were hoarse, and he could even feel the First Generation Kitetsu in his hand groaning in unease at the other party's insane words.

"Perhaps."