Chapter 422: The Benevolent and Righteous Saint Saint Saiwen

Seeing Luo's breathing steady and his skin flushed, save for his still-slender frame, he now looked every bit a perfectly healthy child.

Akainu bowed deeply to Saint Saint Saiwen.

"Thank you."

Akainu had spent his life believing in iron blood and absolute justice, accustomed to war and death, yet never had he felt such joy as he did now.

Not only had Master Saint Saint Saiwen saved Luo's life, giving the Navy a thriving young seedling.

But Akainu also witnessed once more what true miracles were.

"No need for thanks," Saint Saint Saiwen waved his hand.

"In a while, the United Kingdom will hold a joint medical conference at Sky City to honor the meritorious of all departments; if your family or friends are ill, bring them along for treatment."

As the saying goes: a horse runs fast only when well-fed.

Aside from those like Master Tenghu and Akainu, who already held justice in their hearts and were willing to shed blood for it.

To make your underlings run and hustle, you must match them with benefits and treatment across the board.

The United Kingdom's benefits need no elaboration.

Beyond that, Saint Saint Saiwen intended to use the final nine years of his rented Horse Talisman to keep his core loyalists in perfect health.

It was rented anyway—must be used to the fullest.

For the one-in-a-million priority purchase right, Saint Saint Saiwen always kept ample points on hand, waiting for a Dragon Quest user to accidentally leave their original world.

When that day came, the miraculous Horse Talisman would be his for the taking.

Of course, Saint Saint Saiwen would not let the other eleven talismans slip away—he had already posted rental and purchase offers on the trading platform.

With pure gold in hand, Saint Saint Saiwen never lacked points.

Once he gathered all twelve talismans and made full preparations, he would then consider venturing into outer space beyond the Pirate World.

Going to outer space now was far too dangerous.

If he unfortunately perished, there would be no one to weep for him.

Hearing he could bring family and friends to the holy land for treatment, Akainu bowed again in thanks, then hesitated long before voicing his doubt.

"Master Saint Saint Saiwen, will you return to the Divine Realm?"

At this, Saint Saint Saiwen couldn't help laughing.

You, Sakazuki, with your thick eyebrows and honest face—you actually believe the sea's rumors?

After all, the earlier casual summoning of Sky City had been too dreamlike, convincing most people that Saint Saint Saiwen was a god descended to save the world.

This was also one reason the United Kingdom's rule grew ever more stable.

"Perhaps, but not in the coming years. Do your duty with peace of mind; when the time comes, I'll take everyone to tour outer space."

With that, Saint Saint Saiwen's gaze settled on Luo.

"Nurture him well—this child is a rare gem. The United Kingdom's future ultimately rests on these new-generation youths."

Akainu nodded, bowed, and took his leave.

"Master Saint Saint Saiwen, I won't disturb you further."

Hearing he was leaving, Luo dropped to his knees before Saint Saint Saiwen and banged his head three loud knocks on the floor before following Akainu out.

His life-saving grace could not be repaid in words; Luo showed his loyalty to the King of the World in the purest way possible.

Undoubtedly a high-ranking Navy officer.

When Akainu led Luo outside, the Health Department's head, who had been waiting long outside the Interior Hall, immediately surrounded them.

"Mr. Sakazuki, how is it?"

Seeing Luo's flushed cheeks, Kurokasi, Phoenix, and Ma Ma Ma Erke already understood.

Akainu smiled faintly: "Cured."

Before seeking Master Saint Saint Saiwen, Akainu had originally met with Luo and several Health Department heads to discuss treatment plans; in the end, Phoenix of the Morning Star Group suggested:

Rather than have the five of them perform surgery, why not first try the Captain?

"Thank you all."

"We're family—it's only right," Ma Ma Ma Erke waved his hand. "Besides, the kid's so adorable—if Old Man saw him, he'd claim him as his son on the spot."

At this, Akainu's eyelid twitched slightly.

The Health Department heads came from the Roger Crew, Morning Star Group, and Whitebeard Crew—each carried an innate bandit air.

What nonsense—claim Luo as his son?

He was Akainu's adopted son.

"Military duties await—I must take my leave."

Akainu hurriedly took Luo and departed, his steps unconsciously quicker, as if afraid of being spotted by Whitebeard strolling by.

After all, Whitebeard was infamous for adopting sons everywhere—the whole sea knew it.

One in ten thousand is too risky to ignore.

A child as adorable as Luo must not fall into Whitebeard's hands and be corrupted.

After returning to Marine Headquarters, Akainu summoned all Navy officers for a meeting.

"Gentlemen, Master Saint Saint Saiwen's benevolence has cured Luo's Orichalcum disease.

Furthermore, a joint medical conference will soon be held at the holy land to treat injuries and illnesses of the United Kingdom's meritorious, including their family and friends."

"Junior officers and soldiers in all branch offices across the four seas may report to the Health Department's medical stations established in each branch."

"All colleagues, prepare in advance and ensure the safety of medical personnel."

Similar scenes unfolded not only within the Navy, but also in the Army, the former Four Emperors Club, and provinces such as Wano, Elbaf, and Fish-Man Island—all gradually organizing.

This move made everyone outside the Morning Star Group realize once more just how excellent the Morning Star Group's benefits truly were.

Master Saint Saint Saiwen had not forgotten us—truly Heavy on Emotion, righteous beyond compare.

How could Morgans, given such crucial breaking news, possibly miss it?

The World Economic Newspaper immediately went all out, printing extra editions overnight, and widely published and spread across the four seas every single benevolent act performed by Saint Saint Saint Saiwen.

In the Western Sea waters, aboard an unremarkable merchant ship.

Blackbeard sat on the deck, surrounded by Lafitte and Lu Bianyi, staring at the latest New Issue of the newspaper in Blackbeard's hand.

Before long, three angry curses rang out simultaneously.

"Morgans, that sycophant."

"Is such a trivial matter worth publishing as the front-page headline?" Blackbeard sneered coldly: "I see the internal affairs of the United Kingdom are nothing special either, rife with flattery and bootlicking."

Lafitte chimed in agreement.

"Especially that bird-man Morgans, he has utterly disgraced the face of journalism."

"Exactly." Lu Bianyi nodded in agreement: "A rebel leader being called the peerlessly benevolent Saint Saint Saint Saiwen is laughable, truly laughable."

Just as the three were at the height of their scolding, Wapol's untimely voice suddenly rang out.

"Is such a boss... not good?"

Wapol seemed unaware of the cold, dark gaze Blackbeard cast upon him, and continued counting on his fingers as if lost in his own thoughts.

"Think about it,

the United Kingdom offers excellent treatment and perfect welfare; Saint Saint Saint Saiwen is so considerate and caring toward his subordinates. Where else could you find a second boss this reliable?"

Unlike your Blackbeard, who confiscates interns' private savings and forces minors to work for money to subsidize household expenses?

Lies do not hurt; the truth is the sharp blade.

Even though Blackbeard has always regarded Saint Saint Saiwen as an enemy, he had to admit: this move truly does better at rallying hearts and minds.

"Boring, I'm not reading anymore."

Blackbeard stuffed the newspaper into Lafitte's hands and, in a sullen mood, walked to the bow of the ship to catch the breeze.

"Do I, really, still have a chance?"