I can bring back the dead, what does it have to do with your navy?

"Boy, what's the matter with you going back?"

Whitebeard asked with a frown at this time.

Others also tried to persuade him to stay.

I want Wil to stay for a few more days.

But Will waved his hand and refused.

He looked at Whitebeard and said calmly, "Yes, I have things to do when I go back. Staying here won't increase my strength."

After saying that, he picked up the wine and drank it all.

After listening to what Will said, Whitebeard and the others also showed moved expressions on their faces.

Growth in strength?

They really didn't expect this to be the reason.

Is it so urgent to improve our strength?

Is this the genius of hard work?

Well, it seems that success doesn’t come out of thin air.

In the corners that others can't see, people may be working hard to cultivate.

And it’s not just ordinary effort.

This guy Will.

You deserve to be successful.

Behind him, there are also drops of sweat.

We should learn from him. Are we too lazy?

The captains couldn't help but reflect on themselves.

But what's the sweat of Veer?

Can't say no.

He does sweat when he treats people.

"In that case, I won't stop you. After you've eaten and drunk your fill, you can leave as you like."

"But if you don't eat well, I will never let you go."

Whitebeard also knew that he couldn't stop Will.

He wouldn't stop it.

But you, came and left without eating properly.

Where can I put my face?

No matter what, you have to finish your meal before leaving.

"Bring some more servings of pork trotter rice over here! More servings!"

Marco also stood up and shouted to the back.

There was really no reason for Will to refuse.

Eat it.

Don't leave in a hurry.

He really wasn't full.

Just drinking.

Soon, Weir's pork trotter rice was served.

Veer put down this bowl and picked up that bowl.

Just start showing off.

I just treated Whitebeard and he must be very tired.

You also have to be on guard against him suddenly getting up and punching you.

While Will was eating here, Whitebeard on the other side had already arranged everything for him.

The ship with the best performance was directly given to Weir.

The speed is more than twice as fast as the Moby Dick.

It is just not big in size, it can be considered a small boat.

But don't think this boat is bad.

The speed of the Moby Dick is definitely among the best in the world.

Few ships can match its speed.

And this little guy is twice as big.

What a concept.

Normally, the Whitebeard Pirates treat this little guy as a treasure.

Unless it is an emergency mission, this ship will generally not be deployed.

But now that it has been sent out, no one objects.

Just because the man's name is Will.

The benefactor of the Whitebeard Pirates.

The ship is fully equipped with daily necessities and everything is arranged properly.

Weir, who had just finished his last bowl, came over.

He still looked the same as when he arrived.

All in white.

Wearing big slippers.

Carrying a worn-out medical kit.

If you didn't say this, who would know that this guy has such extraordinary medical skills.

Everyone must have thought he was a poor doctor from nowhere.

That medical kit can only be described as tattered.

"This ship is for you. It's the fastest ship we have."

Whitebeard pointed at the ship below and looked at Will and said.

Upon hearing this, Will looked down and saw a very sleek ship floating on the sea.

But there was no sail.

"What kind of ship is this? How does it generate power?"

In this era when most things travel by wind, this kind of ship without sails is rare.

Whitebeard smiled mysteriously at this time.

Then he explained to him: "It relies on electricity. I spent a lot of effort to get the battery on the boat. It is very useful."

Hearing this, Weir was slightly stunned.

On what?

Relying on electricity?

Isn't this a coincidence?

I am the electric person.

Hey, it matches perfectly.

This gift is great. It touches my heart directly.

By then, Luffy and the others will fulfill their two-year agreement.

I can't drive the Sunny back and forth by myself, right?

It's perfect to have a boat like this.

"This boat is amazing. I need a good boat. It's perfect."

Will was also in a very good mood at this time.

Whitebeard and the others were also very happy to see this.

When giving a gift, the most important thing is that Will likes it.

"Okay, then I'm leaving."

After Will finished speaking, he turned over and jumped onto the boat below.

Compare Moby Dick.

That boat is really pitifully small.

It was only one-fifth the height of the Moby Dick.

Will landed lightly on the deck.

As soon as he landed, he walked towards the cab.

But at this time Whitebeard called him again.

"Boy!"

"Don't leave in a hurry yet!"

His deep voice also made Will look up at him again.

But when he looked, he didn't see Whitebeard.

Because his vision has been completely covered by a light blue flame!

All I could see was blue.

Bang!

Marco landed directly in front of Will.

At this moment, he was looking at Will with a smile on his face.

"Kid! Let Marco go with you!"

At this time, Whitebeard's voice came again.

"Something is probably going to happen to your pirate group. I'll feel more at ease letting Marco follow you, kid."

"Otherwise, with your temper, I'm really afraid that you'll be beaten to death."

After Whitebeard finished speaking, he casually threw a small jar towards Will.

Will reached out and took it steadily.

"This bottle of wine is for you! Drink it on the way."

"If you have something to say, tell me your name. No one in this world dares not to give me face."

"If it doesn't work, just call! My Den Den Mushi won't suddenly die!"

Whitebeard said a lot in a row.

Weier didn't know why, but he also felt a little touched.

This is the first time I've seen this guy talk so much at once.

Tsk tsk.

never mind.

time to go.

Marco was already in the cab waiting for Will to speak.

His job on this trip was to be a driver and bodyguard.

But he was happy to do so.

With pleasure.

Because there are a lot of people competing for this job.

Will said nothing more.

He turned and walked towards his cabin.

Walking and waving his arms.

Seeing this, Marco immediately started the boat.

The boat soon began to move away.

"Brother Weier! Come play again next time!"

"Marco! Don't be so cocky! I won't lose next time!"

On the Moby Dick, a group of people, tall and short, stood in a neat row.

Just watched Will leave.

Soon, Weir and the others disappeared from everyone's sight.

Whitebeard looked at the ship that had disappeared and said unhappily:

"This kid didn't even say hello to me before leaving."

With that he turned and walked toward the bow of the Moby Dick.

He's going to have some more drinks.

Soon he sat down in the bow of the boat.

He picked up the tall wine jar beside him and prepared to pour the wine.

But once you take it.

So light!!!

Whitebeard immediately realized something was wrong!

This jar has just been opened!

Just take a sip!

He quickly turned the jar of wine upside down to check.

But... not a drop.

"Okay, okay! Great! I have such a big jar! How did that guy carry it away?"

He was about to lose his temper, but something under the wine jar caught his attention.

That seems to be, a bottle?

I picked it up and looked at it, but couldn't recognize what it was used for.

Just at this moment, his telephone rang.

BLU BRU BLU…

Click.

"Hey?"

"I've left you this medicine. Take one bottle once a day. Remember to take it. If you don't take it in a few days, your old injury will relapse."

Will just finished speaking.

Click.

Just hung up.

Whitebeard: Huh?

What is this for?

Why didn't you say that just now? Why don't you call me now?

I want to try my Den Den Mushi and see if it works.

What is this, doctor's orders?

Wasn’t it agreed that the patient would be cured immediately without any time left for recovery?

Why has it changed when it comes to me?

That’s all.

Just take some medicine.

Thinking of this, White Beard opened a small medicine bottle in his hand.

boo~

"yue~~"

"Oh~yue~what's that smell!"

"Damn it! Who is causing such a fuss again?"

"Oh~~~"

In an instant, the entire ship remembered the fear that had just been dominated by the smell.

Vomit also began to pour into the sea.

"I just had dinner, idiot!"

"Stop talking, it's all the same...yue~"

At this time, White Beard was looking at the medicine bottle in his hand.

Lost in thought...