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Even Robin couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.
Only Hu San was terrified and quickly pulled his three little devils back:
"Shut up! All of you, shut up!"
It bowed frantically to Sabo:
"I'm so sorry! They're just young and don't understand!"
Sabo waved his hand, laughing so hard he couldn't stand up straight: "It's nothing, it's nothing. They remind me of my other two brothers, who are just as arrogant and ignorant."
He ruffled the three chicks' fluffy heads: "But I'm sorry, we can't be your stepfathers."
Da Mao immediately objected: "Why? Do you think our mom isn't pretty enough?"
Er Mao added, "Does he still think the three of us are a burden?"
The US concluded: "Men! They really are all big jerks!"
Hu San wanted to crawl into a hole in the ground.
Just then, the recording pointer on Robin's wrist made a slight clicking sound.
The pointer slowly rotated, eventually pointing steadily in a certain direction.
“The records have been updated.” Robin looked up at the sea. “The magnetic field of this island has been recorded.”
Sabo's smile faded, and he straightened up: "It seems it's time to set off."
Kuina nodded, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword, her gaze already fixed on the distance.
Liu Jiu and his three companions bid farewell to the fox family and returned to the sailboat "Whirlwind" on the shore.
Hu San watched the four people preparing to leave and finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he felt even more grateful.
It bowed deeply:
"Thank you... thank you for not hurting us."
The three chicks also quieted down for once, as if they sensed the atmosphere of parting.
Da Mao muttered to himself, "Actually... if I can't be a stepfather, being a godfather would be fine too..."
Er Mao nodded: "That's right, it's fine if they come back to visit us occasionally..."
The most practical advice from the US: "Remember to bring fried chicken!"
Sabo laughed and waved: "Great! Next time I come to see you, I'll definitely bring the biggest and tenderest fried chicken!"
The four-person "Whirlwind" slowly sailed away from this once-illusory deserted island as the sails rose.
Hu San stood on the shore with his three chicks, gazing for a long time at the departing boat.
Until the ship became a tiny dot on the sea surface.
Da Mao suddenly sighed: "Mom, actually that blond guy isn't so bad..."
Er Mao nodded: "That's right, much better than that male peacock on the next hill that always showed off its feathers."
The eagle tilted its head: "Wait a minute, it seems like only a few of us foxes are left on the whole island. Are we... going to have to eat carrots every day again?"
Hu San looked at the three children and shook his head with a mixture of helplessness and affection.
It looked at the empty, deserted island, then at the real, warm chicks in its arms.
"Fine, I'll just eat carrots then..."
"As long as you grow up safely..."
The sea breeze carries a salty, astringent scent.
The dense fog surrounding the Island of Deception remains dangerous.
The "Whirlwind" slowly sailed away from the sea shrouded in thick fog.
As the last wisp of gray mist dissipated at the stern, the seascape before us suddenly opened up, but it also became even more eerie.
One second the sun was blazing and the deck was scorching hot; the next second, a biting wind carrying ice crystals howled in.
In an instant, a thin layer of ice formed on the sea surface, which then melted a few minutes later, releasing scalding hot steam.
"Ah - sneeze!"
Sabo rubbed his nose and quickly wrapped his coat back up tightly. "This awful weather is even more unreasonable than the illusions of Deception Island."
Guina sat cross-legged at the cabin door, closing her eyes to rest.
Regardless of whether it was scorching heat or freezing cold outside, the area within three feet of her seemed to be her own world, her breathing was steady, and not even the hem of her clothes swayed.
Robin, wrapped in a thick wool blanket, sat amidst a pile of books, reading and occasionally glancing up at the changing scenery outside the window.
Liu Jiu stood at the bow of the boat, his thin clothes fluttering in the strong wind, yet he seemed oblivious to the change in temperature.
"When the mind is calm, there is nothing to fear!"
Chapter 121 Island of Drunkards
“You’ll get used to it.” Robin turned a page of her book and said without looking up, “That’s just how the weather is in the Grand Line.”
Sabo yawned listlessly and rummaged through the cabin for a set of fishing gear.
"Since I'm just killing time anyway, why not give fishing a try?"
He skillfully baited the fishing spot, attached the bait, and cast the line, which drew a beautiful arc before disappearing into the colorful seawater.
The fishing rod had been lowered for less than ten seconds when it suddenly bent violently!
"Wow! So fast?!" Sabo exclaimed, gripping his fishing rod tightly. "Looks like a big one!"
He pulled the line in forcefully, his arm muscles tensing.
The seawater churned, and a huge shadow emerged from the surface.
That was a... strange fish wearing a gentleman's vest and a bow tie?
"Good afternoon, everyone." The strange fish adjusted its top hat with its fin and spoke in human language, "Is it afternoon tea time now?"
Sabo: "......"
Kuina opened her eyes at some point and placed her hand on the hilt of her sword.
Robin closed the book and observed with great interest.
Liu Jiu remained calm.
"You can talk?" Sabo asked, bewildered.
“Of course.” The strange fish elegantly flicked its tail. “I am the etiquette advisor for this sea area. Judging from your attire… it seems you have some misunderstanding about the season?”
It pointed with its fins at Sabo's tightly wrapped coat, and then at Liu Jiu, who was only wearing a single layer of clothing.
“On the Grand Line, one must dress appropriately for the occasion, and even more so for the temperature. Sir…” It looked at Liu Jiu, “Your composure is admirable, but I suggest you put on another layer to avoid catching a cold.”
Liu Jiu glanced at it indifferently.
The strange fish suddenly shivered.
"Of course! This is just a suggestion! A personal choice! Respect! Absolutely respect!" it quickly changed its tune.
Sabo suppressed a laugh and untied the fishing line.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were... a fish of status."
"It's alright." The strange fish put his top hat back on. "It's fate that we met. As your etiquette advisor, please allow me to present you with a copy of the 'Grand Line Climate and Dress Code Guide'."
It took a pocket book out of its vest pocket and handed it to it with its fin.
Robin took the book and nodded slightly: "Thank you."
"You're welcome. Have a pleasant voyage." The strange fish gave an elegant bow and then disappeared into the water.
Sabo looked at the empty fishhook, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
"Even the fish in this place are abnormal."
He rebaited the bait, this time deliberately choosing a spot far away from where he had been before.
The fishing rod bent again.
This time, the fish that took the bait was covered in ice crystals, and the air around it began to freeze as soon as it came out of the water.
"Quick! We're having chilled sashimi tonight!" Sabo shouted excitedly.
Kuina had arrived at the ship's side at some point, and her Purple Cloud sword was drawn.
The fish scales and ice crystals were perfectly removed, and the fish meat was neatly sliced into thin pieces and placed on a plate prepared next to it.
"Uh... I'm afraid even the fish itself didn't realize it was already on the table."
Sabo looked at the fish that had been prepared in an instant and scratched his head.
Robin had already set out the cutlery and sauces.
Liu Jiu produced a flask of sake from somewhere.
So the four of them sat around on the deck, picked up their chopsticks, and began to enjoy the sashimi feast.
Above, large, fluffy snowflakes fell in a flurry.
In the distance, a rainbow spans between two completely different climate zones.
“Speaking of which…” Sabo chewed on the delicious fish, “what will the next island be like?”
Robin flipped through the "Climate and Dress Guide" and said softly:
"Based on the direction of the pointer and the information in this book..."
"The next island seems to be famous for its fine wines."
Kuina paused for a moment, a hint of interest flashing in her eyes.
Sabo immediately perked up:
"Then what are we waiting for! Set sail! Full speed ahead!"
The Grand Line, the Island of Drunkards.