The sun was still bright.
Perhaps it was because of good luck, but Allen’s first voyage had never encountered bad weather; the sun was overhead every day.
Allen looked at Marco, who was meticulously cleaning, and smiled comfortably, flicking his fishing rod.
“This is what life is all about.” It was just that… the fisherman was always empty-handed.
Most of the bait went to Little Blue.
Allen patted the seagull by his leg.
“This lazy creature seems to have latched onto me.” “Duh, why would I hunt for myself when I can have a buffet?” Little Blue seemed to understand Allen’s thoughts, tilting its head to look at him.
“What are you looking at?
Believe it or not, I’ll smash your glasses.” After eating, Little Blue conveyed news of an island to Allen.
“What did you say?
There’s an island at 11 o’clock?
Why didn’t you say so earlier?
Eating is more important than anything else, isn’t it?” Allen looked at the seagull speechlessly.
Allen immediately asked Whitebeard, “Brother Newgate, there’s an island at 11 o’clock.
Shall we go and take a look?” Upon hearing Allen’s inquiry, Whitebeard understood that he had received information from his seagull friend again.
He glanced at the bored crew.
“Then let’s go up there to rest and hold a banquet while we’re at it.” “Oh, we can finally go ashore!
Party time!” The crew cheered; clearly, the long voyage had left them mentally exhausted.
After all, the ocean was boundless, and looking at it for too long could cause aesthetic fatigue.
The pirate ship swayed as it docked at the shore, and the crew members scrambled to jump off the ship.
“Why does this island feel a bit off?” many of the crew members muttered as they disembarked.
After walking a distance toward the center of the island, the group lost the enthusiasm they had on the ship, because as far as the eye could see, the island was truly desolate and ruined.
Everywhere were broken walls and ruins.
The entire island was shrouded in the atmosphere of the aftermath of war, with bones, damaged guns, and cannons visible everywhere.
“It seems this island has experienced a war.
We should retreat back to the coast, rest a little, and then set off,” Duke said with a solemn expression.
Because in places where dead bodies pile up, there is a possibility of contracting the plague.
“Hmm, let’s go back.
There shouldn’t be any living people on this island.” Whitebeard used Observation Haki to investigate and agreed with Duke’s proposal.
The group planned to return to the coast the way they came.
Allen had no objections; this post-war scene also made him feel depressed.
Just then, Allen noticed two mice near a pile of bones, so he expanded his Observation Haki to cover them.
“Squeak, squeak… You lazy mouse, you only know how to slack off.
I told you to go find food, why did you run back?” “Squeak, squeak… I just found a golden basement underground, and there’s plenty of food inside.” “Really?
Take me there quickly.” Allen listened to the conversation between the two mice.
“Golden?
Gold?” Allen’s expression shifted, and he said to Little Blue, who was circling above his head, “Little Blue, follow those two mice.” Hearing Allen’s words, the group stopped in their tracks, and Duke asked in confusion, “Allen, did you find something?” “I just have some guesses.
Let’s follow them and see first.” Allen turned his head to explain, then turned and ran after Little Blue.
Whitebeard understood that Allen had sensed something with his special Observation Haki.
“Gurarara, boys, follow along and take a look.” Just like that, Little Blue followed the two mice, and the group followed Little Blue, arriving shortly at a severely damaged ancient castle.
Little Blue was circling the entrance of the castle, calling out from time to time, meaning the mice had run into the castle.
Allen and the others looked at each other and walked into the castle.
Looking around, they found nothing but broken lamp stands.
It seemed to have been ransacked, and the entire castle only had stairs leading upward.
Allen did not find any trace of the mice.
Thinking about the basement the mice mentioned, he looked at the solid brick floor under his feet and probed underground with his Observation Haki.
A few seconds later, Allen opened his eyes and curled the corner of his mouth at Whitebeard.
“It’s up to you, Brother Newgate.” Hearing this, Whitebeard revealed a knowing smile.
“Gurarara, boys, step back.” The group stepped aside upon hearing this, and they saw Whitebeard clench his fist, which was emitting a white light, and smash it toward the ground.
With a loud “clang,” the entire floor shattered with Whitebeard as the center, and the whole castle was filled with dust.
“Cough, cough, cough…” The group fanned away the dust in front of them.
After a while, when the dust settled, they looked at the spot where Whitebeard had been standing.
They saw a large hole more than ten meters in diameter where the floor used to be, but Whitebeard was nowhere to be seen.
The group hurriedly ran to the edge of the hole and looked down.
Whitebeard looked up and saw the group looking at him.
“Hey, it’s huge down here.
Come down quickly.” After the crew members came down, they discovered it was a huge basement, much larger than the single-floor area of the castle.
Because it was deep underground and saw no sunlight, it gave off a pungent, musty odor.
Seeing this, some crew members lit torches, and the visibility in the dim basement instantly improved.
The group discovered that there were quite a few statues and knight armors placed in the center of the basement, and looking around, there were many iron doors.
Whitebeard instructed the crew members to disperse and investigate the situation.
The group showed off their own unique methods, starting their lock-picking business in their own ways.
Some used guns to attack the keyholes, some directly hacked with axes, and some took a few steps back and kicked the doors.
Before long, many iron doors had opened in response.
Relying on his intuition, Allen came to the innermost door, put the torch aside, drew Snow Goose, and slashed at the iron door with one sword strike.
With a “crack,” the door split into two halves and fell down.
At this moment, the shouts of the crew members came from the basement.
“Boss!!
There are plenty of guns, ammunition, and cannons here.” “Captain, there is quite a bit of gold here.” “Here, I found quite a few famous paintings.” “There is a lot of food here.
Damn, why are there so many mice?
Damn, the food has gone moldy.” Listening to the crew’s shouts, Allen felt some anticipation for the room in front of him.
“Is this the fun of treasure hunting?” Allen picked up the torch and walked into the room, only to see cobwebs and dust everywhere.
At the end of the room, there were three boxes: one flat box about seven meters long and half a meter wide.
The other two were square boxes about half a meter high, with gems embedded on the outside.
There was nothing else in the entire room besides the three boxes.
“Good stuff.” Intuition told Allen that this time, the grand prize was right in front of him.
Allen rubbed his hands excitedly and walked toward the boxes.
“Based on the luck I’ve accumulated from my long time of fishing empty-handed, this time will definitely not disappoint me.” Allen first walked toward the longest box on the left and opened it.
“Damn it, Newgate, pay up!!!!!!”