Master of Power in One Piece World

Chapter 106 Arms Association, Fickleness and Aria
Under the rising morning sun, Berna Island casts a gorgeous halo.

Seen from the sea, the high-rise building in the center of the island is bright yellow illuminated by the sun.

This is the seat of the Bernard Island Arms Association.

Every morning, the building attracts countless eyes.In addition to the local people's yearning for this place, even tourists outside the island, it is hard not to notice this place.

Everyone who works here is an outstanding weapon developer on the island.Even the civil servants in the Arms Association have the skill of making firearms.

Except for freelance researchers, ordinary residents.It is because the policies related to them come from here.

You must know that, as a world-famous island of weapons without a government, Berna has its own special system.

There is no army, and the defense of the island depends entirely on the government's garrison.But for such a 'shame', Bernard people do not care.

Navy or something, whatever.

It's good to be able to drive away the pirates, at least it saves research time. If the navy can't deal with the pirates, that's okay.

After all, who doesn't have a gun yet!
Perennial and gunpowder, machinery as a companion.The residents of Berna Island have long been accustomed to the sound of guns and guns around them from time to time due to the failure of research and development.

In the eyes of people outside the island, the weapons that symbolize killing have hardly made the locals feel afraid.

And they are willing to follow the instructions of the Weapons Association only because those opinions come from outstanding developers on the island.

In a sense, the Arms Association is the government of Berna Island!
In the room on the top floor of the Arms Society.Every accessory and furniture reveals luxury from the details.

Even a broken copper man who doesn't know these things will subconsciously marvel at the financial resources of the owner here.

As for those who know the goods.Uh~ They will fall to their knees in fright when they come in.

Unfortunately, the roof of this administrative building has never belonged to anyone, and it is not possible to live with money.

Here, it is prepared for the winners, a room that only belongs to the best weapon developers.

And every arms conference held means a change of ownership here.

The staff of the Arms Association will do their best to meet all the requirements of the competition champion for this house.It's part of the power of the victor
Furniture made of Baoshu Adam?no problem!The cane of the father of the South Sea Mafia?no problem!Wine from Fishman Island?no problem!
No matter how weird and excessive their demands are, the Arms Association has a way to satisfy them.

To live at the highest point on this island means that the victor has trampled the entire Bernard Island under his feet.

As for the opinions of other developers.Hmm~ Such a place where a child can recite gunpowder formulas.

With an open research environment and enthusiasm for weapon research and development, they don't have too many obstacles to recognizing the skills of others.Therefore, they don't mind the preferential treatment for the champion.

What if the next champion is me?

Every weapon researcher has this idea.

However, since the appearance of Matiff, they have abruptly broken their illusions.At the same time, let these researchers who have all kinds of pride in the research field admire them from the bottom of their hearts.

This old man has achieved five consecutive championships so far!
To this day, this floor that belongs to the champion has already engraved the name Matif deeply.

Even if there are new champions in the future, they probably won't come to live here.

Secretly, other developers on the island felt this way.

You must know that in the past, there was no concept of consecutive champions in the weapons competition.After all, there are always excellent works in every arms competition.

Contestants from all over the world have their own whimsical ideas of their hometown.In the fierce competition, one championship is enough for them to be proud for the rest of their lives.

But this old man still broke the Bernard people's perception of researchers.

The abundant research motivation and endless whimsical ideas not only stunned the tourists outside the island, but even the Bernards who did not lack weapons research began to support the old man wholeheartedly.

After winning the championship last time, he was promoted to the position of president of the Arms Association.

Such prestige, such glory.

Even if he defeats Matiff, he becomes the new champion of the competition.I'm afraid I have no face to live here!
This is the residence of legends alone.

But at this time, Matiff, who was well-known outside, was furious in the room: "What the hell does that brat from Blanche want to do! Ah!".

Amidst the furious voice, he slammed the newspaper in his hand onto the table.

Then he sat on the sofa, picked up the wine glass beside him, and took a sip.Under the large nightgown, the large chest heaved violently.

The old man's stern face and strong physique make it impossible to think that he is an old man, but the wrinkles on his face still reveal the fact that he is 55 years old.

This legendary man had very few eyebrows, and his eyes were of strange sizes, and when he became angry, he stared even wider.

But suddenly, the old man laughed again, and took off the glasses that had been hanging on his hooked nose.

"Hahaha, this brat is really a member of the Blanche family, and he wants to climb up whenever he gets a chance."

Smiling heartily, Matiff narrowed his eyes, the coldness in his eyes criss-crossed with his face, and the slight scars mixed together, without the clarity of laughter at all.

"Amidst the clanging of iron swords, the flying knights under the night stepped on flesh and blood. Behind the stalking evil spirits, sawdust and blood rose up, ah ~ brilliant Blanche."

At the dining table, a man in a fine attire chanted, closing his eyes and enjoying the prosperity of the Blanche family back then.When he reached the emotional point, he even lightly left the chair, pulled out the long sword at his waist, and waved it around the room.

In the piercing cold light, the precious carpet was cut by the sword energy, and the fine plush fluttered in the room with the strong wind brought by the man's movements.

Matiff looked at the disfigured carpet, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Flying knights have disappeared into history with the Blanche family, and what is left now is just the departure of a government.".

Before he could finish speaking, the man with the sword interrupted him: "No, even if the background of the nobility fades with time, the glory of the ancestors will last forever, and there are always their figures in the records."

There was a unique tone in the man's voice, but compared to his appearance, that beautiful voice became insignificant.

This is a man who looks reminiscent of a "nobility".

The smooth and fair face, the dark and deep eyes are full of charming color; the thick willow eyebrows, the high nose, the beautiful lip shape, and the delicate and beautiful facial features all exude nobility and elegance.

After putting away the sword blade, the man turned around and sat upright on the chair. The neat and harsh gorgeous clothes were worn on him, with just the right harmony.

The golden sunlight slanted in from the window, making him look hazy and mysterious.

".You're right, Vaughan"

Matiff, who was laughing wantonly just a second ago, lowered his head, and the thin hair on the back of his head also hung down.The old man who was as vicious as a vulture a second ago is now as humble as a young apprentice.

But he is the legend of the entire Bernard Island, not some beginners who can't even recognize the parts.

Neville gently stroked the gorgeous long sword on the table, and he didn't seem surprised by the rapid change of the old man's mood.After getting along during this period of time, he has gotten used to the fickleness of this employer.

Shaking his head slightly, he said to the old man in front of him who was full of curiosity: "Mr. Matiff, you are a nobleman, and good conversation is also part of you."

The faint admonition in the words made Matif laugh again.

He really deserves to be the playmate of the new king, every time he talks with him, he can make himself happy.

(End of this chapter)