"Is there enough of this wine?"
Dorry licked the wine stains from his lips and was about to blurt out an agreement, but thinking of his undecided duel with that blockhead Brogy, he could only shake his head and refuse.
"Little guy, I still have an unfinished duel. I can't leave with you for the time being."
The Giant Race had always been very straightforward.
Some people only need one look to feel a sense of comfort and affinity, just like the white-haired little guy in front of him, who made Dorry feel a great sense of closeness.
Seven smiled harmlessly.
"How about this: I'll defeat your opponent first, then defeat you, and then both of you can leave with me together."
"What do you think?"
After the words fell, there was a brief silence, followed by Dorry clutching his stomach and laughing loudly.
"Gegyegyegyegye~"
"Defeat Brogy? And defeat me too?"
Having lived for over a hundred years, Dorry had seen all kinds of people, but never anyone who could carve confidence into their bones like this white-haired little guy.
"Alright, let's eat meat first."
The smile in Seven's eyes almost overflowed: "Leave it to me, I'm a chef."
This is an honest giant.
That makes things much easier. What Seven feared was someone like himself—a'silver coin' whose head was full of schemes.
As the saying goes, a gentleman can be deceived by the right principles, while a villain can be deceived by others. The Dorry in front of him was undoubtedly a gentleman, while Seven was the villain.
Out in the world, besides retaining a necessary conscience, unnecessary bottom lines should be chosen flexibly.
In a sense, the act of taking Dorry and Brogy away from the Small Garden was one full of kindness, without a hint of malice.
The two had been dueling on the Small Garden for eighty years; if they continued for another twenty, they still wouldn't settle the score.
Instead of wasting time here, it would be better to take Oimo and Kashi—former members of the Giant Warrior Pirates who were guarding the gates for the World Government—back to Elbaf.
As long as he could weaken the World Government, even if it wasted some time, Seven would still pursue it eagerly.
Taking out his knives, Seven skillfully skinned, gutted, deboned, and sliced the Triceratops, then built a bonfire... When Mihawk and the others arrived, what met their eyes was the giant sitting beside Seven, staring intently at the roasted meat while frantically wiping away drool.
Such a familiar scene made Mihawk almost unable to watch; he had been fooled just like that two years ago.
Now, the Captain was tricking someone else onto the ship again.
But with such tall giants, the rooms on the ship couldn't possibly accommodate them. They could only sleep on the deck of the east blue emperor, unless they built another giant ship nearby.
After a moment's thought, Mihawk's mind suddenly cleared.
Beelzebul, are you already starting to consider a grand fleet for the Morning Star Pirates?
Truly a man destined to overthrow the World Government.
While Mihawk was lost in thought.
Seven pinched a handful of secret spices and sprinkled them evenly over the sizzling roasted meat. The charred aroma of the meat wrapped in the rich scent of spices spread in all directions.
Within moments, low growls echoed from the jungle, leaves shook violently, and groups of beasts came running towards the scent. The dark mass of the beast swarm almost surrounded the entire clearing.
Seeing this, Dorry stood up and grabbed his giant sword.
Seven reached out and said.
"Big guy, no need for all that trouble."
On this sea, in terms of clearing efficiency, besides the three Ancient Weapons, almost nothing was more efficient than Conqueror's Haki.
Although Seven's Haoshoku currently couldn't reach the level of knocking out a Marine Vice Admiral, it was more than enough to deal with these prehistoric beasts.
Nearly substantial black-red lightning, centered on Seven, covered the entire island in an instant, knocking out the vast majority of living creatures on the island.
"Haoshoku?" Dorry's expression became solemn.
Only now did Dorry realize: the little guy wasn't joking just now; he really intended to defeat him and Brogy.
And he definitely had the strength to do it.
While Dorry hesitated, Seven had already handed over the roasted Triceratops leg meat.
"In a moment, there won't be any left for you."
Within the range of his Observation Haki, a fat giant slightly shorter than Dorry was currently running toward them with great strides, holding a giant axe and a round shield.
Seven didn't plan to stay on the Small Garden for too long. He would just defeat the two giants and tell them the truth.
If they were willing to join the ship, that would be best.
If not, he'd worry about it later.
He was only seventeen; he had plenty of time.
Although the east blue emperor seemed a bit small compared to Dorry and Brogy's twenty-plus meter height, getting on the ship was no problem—they'd just have to sleep on the deck.
"Captain, this meat tastes really good."
Big Eater Ginny's cheeks were bulging, and it was hard to tell if she was praising the quality of the Triceratops meat or Seven's superb cooking skills.
Dorry grinned. Among this group of people, he liked Seven and Ginny best for the way they ate meat in big gulps; the others were too elegant, a bit too feminine.
"Brogy likes Triceratops meat, but I think Plesiosaur meat tastes better."
By the bonfire, because of the two Big Eaters and the giant Dorry, Seven had no choice but to start processing a second Triceratops, otherwise there wouldn't be enough to eat.
"Is Brogy your companion?"
"Yes." Dorry nodded.
"And my duel opponent."
The others didn't think much of it, simply assuming it was just a sparring match between two partners, just like how Seven and Mihawk often sparred with their swords.
But Seven, possessing a god's-eye view, naturally knew the full story of this duel on the Small Garden.
"I heard you've been dueling for eighty years?"
Hearing this, the others couldn't help but feel greatly surprised: What kind of grudge or resentment could lead to dueling on an island for eighty whole years?
Such partners... are really something.
"Gegyegyegyegye." Dorry scratched his head.
"About that long, I don't remember very clearly."
"I only remember a little girl asked us back then—whose prey was larger. We argued for days without a result, and finally decided to settle it with a duel."
Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent.
Only the crackling of the Burning bonfire and the sound of Seven skewering meat remained.
"Dueling for eighty years because of that?"
Ginny truly found it hard to understand, even reaching a rather absurd conclusion: the Giant Race only grows in body and forgets to grow a brain.
Otherwise, how could they duel on an island for eighty whole years over such a trivial matter?
It would be like her and Kuma giving each other the cold shoulder on the ship for eighty years after an argument—it was too ridiculous.
Fortunately, the Giant Race had long lifespans, usually living three to four hundred years; eighty years was only equivalent to one-fifth of a giant's life.
Mihawk silently lowered his head.
Two years ago, even someone as wise as him was tricked onto the ship by the Captain. With the IQ of these two giants, they would 100% fail to escape the Captain's clutches.
While the group was chatting, massive footsteps accompanied by loud laughter approached from afar.
"Gabababababa."
"Dorry, you have something delicious and didn't call me?"
A moment later, when everyone saw the fat giant holding a giant axe, also staring intently at the roasted meat on the bonfire, it further confirmed their suspicion—
The Giant Race has no brains.
Two giants are about to be tricked onto the ship.
Noticing all eyes were gathered on him, Brogy scratched his head awkwardly.
"Eh? So many little squirts."