Chapter 446

Marry Charlotte Linlin, one of the Four Emperors?

Upon hearing Lafitte’s proposal, even Blackbeard had to admit: he was genuinely tempted.

After all,

Linlin had long shed her former bulky frame, now brimming with mature allure, and with the golden ring on her, every inch of her exuded the exquisite charm and noble bearing of a forty-year-old woman.

And Blackbeard was already thirty-two.

For a man as dark and fat as he was, if he could marry a top-tier powerhouse, a voluptuous, still-alluring veteran Four Emperor...

From the standpoint of power, influence, or cost-benefit, it was unquestionably a guaranteed win.

He’d win big.

Since joining the Whitebeard Crew at twelve, Blackbeard had sailed for twenty full years.

His dream seemed farther away than ever.

Now, suddenly hearing he could marry a veteran Four Emperor and bring her into the Blackbeard Crew—how could he not be tempted?

And—

Didn’t Little Whitehair himself secure Kaido’s aid through marriage, storm Marineford, overthrow the World Government, and establish the United Kingdom?

If Little Whitehair could do it,

why couldn’t Blackbeard?

Isn’t Linlin’s ex just Cháng Miànbāo?

So what?

Compared to a few trivial insults, the real prize is having a Four Emperor in hand!

After all, in this sea today, where else could you find such an easy chance to gain a Four Emperor’s power?

While Linlin stood frozen, Blackbeard stole a glance at her—and grew more and more satisfied.

Compared to the young wife he’d just married recently, Linlin carried a unique mature allure that made Blackbeard, who’d lacked love since childhood, sink deeper into obsession.

Linlin fell silent

because she was weighing in her mind: if she married Blackbeard to produce a rare-blooded heir, would it drive Cháng Miànbāo away?

If Cháng Miànbāo left, what would become of her three hundred sons?

Those three hundred sons were vital to her dream of becoming the World King—absolutely cannot afford to lose them... without Cháng Miànbāo, she couldn’t even eat properly.

But if she refused Blackbeard...

what if he refused to help produce an heir?

Seeing Linlin neither reject nor agree, Blackbeard grew anxious and frantically signaled Lafitte with his eyes.

Brother, help me!!

Lafitte’s scalp prickled at Blackbeard’s desperate look—he felt utterly miserable.

Boss, are you serious?

I just blurted out a random joke about the two of you.

And now you’ve both actually taken it seriously!

But to better maintain his cover and secure the Dark-Dark Fruit sooner to return to the Morning Star Crew and earn promotion, Lafitte stepped forward.

“Senior Linlin, do you have any concerns?”

Linlin paused: “You just saw—my ex, Cháng Miànbāo, is still here. Without him, none of the children can be cared for.”

Lafitte instantly understood: the Four Emperor Charlotte Linlin wanted it all.

She wanted to marry Blackbeard, gain the Blackbeard Crew, and jointly charge toward the throne of World King—yet feared Cháng Miànbāo would leave.

“Senior, this is easy—I’ll go persuade Senior Cháng Miànbāo.”

Hearing this, Blackbeard and Linlin both lit up, as if mutual affection had finally been acknowledged.

“Really? You have a plan?”

“Don’t worry, leave it to me. But some things concern a man’s dignity—I hope neither of you eavesdrop, or Senior Cháng Miànbāo might rebel.”

With that, Lafitte said,

“I’ll go speak with Senior Cháng Miànbāo first.”

Little Black Fatso, I’ve left the opportunity to you—take your time courting the Queen of the Sea. Just watch out—Linlin might cheat on you later.

Linlin helped Blackbeard up; the two awkwardly gazed at each other.

When Blackbeard and Linlin returned, Lafitte had already successfully convinced Cháng Miànbāo to stay.

He even proposed that Blackbeard, as the second father, fund hundreds of chefs to personally feed Linlin’s three hundred sons.

This would free Cháng Miànbāo.

Thus, a ridiculous marriage was arranged—and even more ridiculously facilitated—by Lafitte.

It united the veteran Four Emperor Charlotte Linlin, who aspired to become World King, with Davy D. Tich, who shared the same ambition, forming a family to charge toward the throne of World King!

Neither party announced the wedding; they held it with extreme discretion.

Though he felt no guilt, Blackbeard still feared being mocked by acquaintances—especially his old Whitebeard Crew brothers.

And that damn Little Whitehair.

After all, Little Whitehair married a young girl, while Blackbeard married a Four Emperor... whose son was older than he was.

She could even be his mother.

Linlin chose discretion to avoid revealing her whereabouts and drawing the United Kingdom’s attention, which might disrupt her future plans.

After the quiet wedding, Linlin immediately dragged Blackbeard to the bridal chamber, clearly determined to conceive this year.

That night,

Blackbeard finally tasted the flavor of a Four Emperor—this mature woman’s allure gave him a wholly new experience, and he sank deeper into obsession.

The Blackbeard Crew now had a top-tier powerhouse.

Only after Linlin confirmed her pregnancy did she allow Blackbeard to sail again in search of a Devil Fruit.

Even after marriage, Blackbeard never revealed the secret of the Dark-Dark Fruit to Linlin—he planned to find it first, while no one was paying attention.

North Blue, De’er Province waters.

On the Queen’s deck, Blackbeard picked his teeth, as if savoring the taste of his new wife.

“Thanks, Lafitte.”

“Captain... you’ve lost quite a bit of weight.”

Blackbeard patted Lafitte’s shoulder.

“You don’t understand. At thirty, a man’s like a she-wolf; at forty, a tiger; at fifty, he can suck earth from the ground. Only now do I grasp the beauty described in those Wa no novels.”

Lafitte said nothing, instead wondering what expression the captain would wear when he received the intelligence.

Red Line, Holy Land Sky City.

In the government office conference room, Barzab Seven, upon seeing Lafitte’s report, suddenly burst into uncontrollable laughter and slammed the table.

Tich, that guy’s a monster.

Not only does he beat Kibi ten times a day and work twenty hours straight—he makes Kibi eat leftovers.

And he’s even crueler to himself.

Tich’s truly starving—he’ll eat anything, even Charlotte Linlin.

Seeing this, Tenghu asked curiously,

“Captain, what’s so funny?”

Seven tried to hold back his laughter but couldn’t—he could barely speak, so he handed Lafitte’s report to Tenghu.

Tenghu glanced at it and nearly choked laughing.

Their uncontrolled behavior left the other meeting attendees stunned: what kind of absurd report could make Saint Seven lose composure like this?

Unable to suppress their curiosity, Warlord and Golden Lion rose from their seats and crowded beside Tenghu.

Then, two roaring laughs erupted simultaneously.

Seeing the report of Blackbeard marrying Charlotte Linlin, Warlord laughed until he couldn’t close his mouth; Golden Lion laughed until tears streamed down his face.

“Loxs had a fine son.”