Chapter 74: The Giant on the Little Garden

"Enough of this wine?"

Dong Li licked the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, almost about to agree, but remembering he had yet to settle the score with that fool Brogy, he could only shake his head and refuse.

"Little one, I have an unfinished duel; I cannot leave with you just yet."

The Giant race has always been very straightforward.

Some people, with just one glance, feel a comfortable affinity that seems to penetrate the heart, just like the white-haired little one before him, making Dong Li feel deeply at ease.

Saint Saint Saiwen smiled in a harmless, innocent manner.

"How about this: I'll first defeat your opponent, then defeat you, and then you both come with me."

"What do you think?"

As the words fell, there was first a brief silence, followed immediately by Dong Li clutching his stomach and laughing loudly.

"Hehehehe~"

"Defeat Brogy? And then defeat me?"

Having lived for over a hundred years, Dong Li had seen all kinds of people, yet no one had ever carved such confidence into their very bones like this white-haired little one.

"Very well, let's eat meat first."

The smile between Saint Saint Saiwen's eyebrows seemed ready to overflow: "Leave it to me; I am a chef."

This is an honest giant.

That makes things much easier; what Saint Saint Saiwen feared was someone like himself, a silver coin with a head full of schemes.

The so-called saying goes that a gentleman can be deceived by principles, while a villain can be deceived by people; the Dong Li before him was undoubtedly the gentleman, while Saint Saint Saiwen was that villain.

When mixing in the world, aside from retaining necessary conscience, unnecessary bottom lines should be chosen flexibly.

In a sense, the act of taking Dong Li and Brogy away from the Little Garden was an action full of goodwill, devoid of any malice.

The two have been dueling in the Little Garden for eighty years; continuing to fight for another twenty years would still yield no victor.

Rather than wasting time here, it would be better to bring back Oimo and Kashi, former members of the Giant Warrior Pirates who guard the gate for the World Government, to Elbaf.

As long as it weakens the World Government, even if it wastes a bit of time, Saint Saint Saiwen still rushes toward it eagerly.

Taking out his knives, Saint Saint Saiwen skillfully skinned and tendoned the Triceratops, deboned and sliced the meat, and built a bonfire...

When Mihawk and the others arrived, what met their eyes was: the giant sitting beside Saint Saint Saiwen, staring straight at the roasted meat while frantically wiping away drool.

Such a familiar scene made Mihawk almost unable to bear looking; two years ago, he had been deceived in exactly this way.

Now, the Captain was deceiving someone onto the ship again.

However, with giants of such height, the ship's cabins simply cannot accommodate them; they can only sleep on the deck of the Donghai Dihuang, unless a new giant ship is built nearby.

After a moment of thought, Mihawk's mind suddenly became clear.

Barzab, are you already considering a massive fleet for the Morning Star Pirates now?

Truly a man worthy of overthrowing the World Government.

While Mihawk was lost in wild speculation.

Saint Saint Saiwen picked up a handful of secret spices and sprinkled them evenly over the sizzling, oil-dripping roasted meat; the charred aroma of the meat, wrapped in the rich scent of the spices, spread out in all directions.

Within moments, low growls echoed through the jungle, leaves and branches shook violently, and packs of fierce beasts came running along the scent; a dark mass of beasts almost surrounded the entire clearing.

Seeing this, Dong Li stood up and grabbed his giant sword.

Saint Saint Saiwen reached out and said.

"Big guy, no need for such trouble."

In this sea, if we speak of clearing efficiency, apart from the three Ancient Weapons, almost nothing is more efficient than Conqueror's Haki.

Saint Saint Saiwen's Conqueror's Haki, although currently unable to reach the level of knocking out Navy Admirals, is more than enough to deal with this group of prehistoric beasts.

Near-substantial black-red lightning, with Saint Saint Saiwen as the center, covered the entire island in an instant, knocking unconscious almost all living things on the island.

"Conqueror's Haki?" Dong Li's face grew serious.

Only now did Dong Li realize: the little one wasn't joking earlier; he was truly preparing to defeat both him and Brogy.

And he had the strength to do it completely.

While Dong Li hesitated, Saint Saint Saiwen had already handed over the roasted Triceratops leg meat.

"Wait a bit, and there won't be any for you."

Within the perception range of Observation Haki, a fat giant slightly shorter than Dong Li was holding a giant axe and round shield, running briskly in this direction.

Saint Saint Saiwen did not intend to stay in the Little Garden for long; defeating the two giants and informing them of the truth would suffice.

If they are willing to join the ship, that is best.

If not, we can talk about it later.

He is only seventeen; he has plenty of time.

Although compared to Dong Li and Brogy's height of over twenty meters, the Donghai Dihuang appears somewhat small, boarding is no problem, though they can only sleep on the deck.

"Captain, this meat tastes really good."

Jin Ni, the bottomless pit, had her cheeks puffed out, and it was unclear whether she was praising the quality of the Triceratops meat or commending Saint Saint Saiwen's superior cooking skills.

Dong Li grinned; among this group, he liked Saint Saint Saiwen and Jin Ni the most, who could eat meat in large mouthfuls; the others were too elegant, too feminine.

"Brogy likes Triceratops meat, but I think Plesiosaur meat tastes better."

By the bonfire, with the two bottomless pits and the giant Dong Li present, Saint Saint Saiwen had to start processing a second Triceratops, otherwise there simply wouldn't be enough to eat.

"Brogy is your companion?"

"Yes." Dong Li nodded.

"And also a duel opponent."

The others did not think much of it, simply assuming it was just a sparring match between two partners, just like how Saint Saint Saiwen and Mihawk often spar in swordsmanship.

And Saint Saint Saiwen, possessing the perspective of God, naturally knew the full story of this duel on the Little Garden.

"I heard you've been dueling for eighty years?"

Hearing this, several people couldn't help but feel greatly surprised: What grudge, what hatred, to duel on the island for a full eighty years?

Such partners... truly impressive.

"Hehehehe." Eastly scratched his head.

"More or less, I can't remember clearly."

"I only remember that back then a little girl asked us—who hunted the bigger prey? We argued for days without reaching a conclusion, and finally decided to settle it with a duel."

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent.

Only the crackling of the bonfire remained, along with the sound of Saint Saint Saiwen skewering the meat.

"Because of this, you've been dueling for eighty years?"

Jin Ni found it truly incomprehensible, even arriving at an extremely absurd conclusion: The Giant Race only grows their bodies, forgetting to grow their brains.

Otherwise, how could they duel on the island for a full eighty years over such a trivial matter?

It would be like her and the Bear arguing, then subjecting each other to cold violence on the ship for eighty years—too absurd.

Fortunately, the Giant Race has a long lifespan, usually living three to four hundred years; eighty years is merely one-fifth of a giant's life.

Mihawk silently lowered his head.

Two years ago, even as wise as he was, he was tricked by the Captain onto the ship; with the IQ of these two giants, there was a hundred percent chance they wouldn't escape the Captain's grasp.

While everyone chatted, huge footsteps accompanied by raucous laughter approached from afar.

"Gaba baba baba baba."

"Eastly, there's good food and you didn't call me?"

Moments later, when everyone saw the portly giant holding a massive axe, staring straight at the roasted meat on the bonfire just as intently, it further confirmed their earlier guess—

The Giant Race hasn't grown brains.

The two giants are about to be tricked onto the ship.

Sensing all gazes converge on him, Brogy awkwardly scratched his head.

"Eh? So many little ones."