One Piece: The Celestial Dragons' Self-Cultivation

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She was too short to see Dr. Fran, who had started looking around as soon as he entered the lanternfish's body.

His true feelings were revealed again:

"Is this guy a human trafficker?!"

The women covered their mouths and chuckled, and even Stella couldn't help but give an awkward yet polite smile.

Only Mandy, Hancock, and Kalifa, who usually had little expression, did not take the opportunity to laugh.

Robin couldn't help but make a joke:

"Oh my... this woman's assessment of His Highness is surprisingly accurate..."

Blake turned and glared fiercely at the increasingly audacious maids, then turned to Olga, who had accused him, and stated his purpose directly:

"I came for pure gold."

The word "pure gold" seemed to have triggered something, and Olga's pupils contracted slightly:

"You want pure gold too?"

She subconsciously took a half step back, her "defense" practically written all over her face.

Olga was unaware that Ashie created the pure gold to save her life.

All she knew was that the creation of pure gold had killed many people, including her mother.

So he subconsciously associated Blake with the group of pirates and treasure hunters who had invaded their family's island.

"We need to find a way to keep them calm first."

She began to think of solutions at lightning speed, and her inner thoughts were playing back in sync:

"Give me the chance, and I'll take Elizabeth to another stomach!"

"The terrain there is more complex; we'll definitely be able to shake them off!"

She was mentally planning the perfect escape, but aloud she said:

"So it was for pure gold... This is a long story..."

Olga cleared her throat, trying to make her expression appear more sincere, attempting to buy time with a lengthy story:

"First, we need to come up with a decent reason..."

As soon as she finished speaking, her true intentions slipped out uncontrollably:

"For example, I'm actually a poor girl trapped here or something..."

Before Olga could finish speaking, a suppressed laugh came from behind Blake.

"Hooray hooray hooray..."

She's sabotaging herself!

Perona pointed at Olga and laughed so hard she almost fell over:

"Your Highness! She's playing a trick on you!"

Robin, also smiling, said in her characteristic, slightly teasing tone:

"It seems we don't need to interrogate her; we just need to listen patiently until she finishes speaking."

Hancock snorted coldly. Although she found the woman's behavior strange, since she had been disrespectful to Lord Black—

So he rebuked her without any politeness:

"Insolent fool! How dare you deceive Lord Black?!"

Olga listened to these unvarnished comments and looked at this group of people who were completely unaffected by her "lies." Her cheeks flushed red with shame and anger.

"Hey! You guys!"

She was both angry and anxious, but the more she tried to explain, the more she couldn't suppress her true feelings:

"Now we're completely exposed!"

"What's wrong with these people? Why do they all look like they've seen it all?"

"Hey you with glasses! What kind of look is that?"

Kalifa adjusted her glasses and calmly analyzed the situation:

"Mental activity is completely externalized."

"This means that any tactical deception is impossible for her to pull off."

Olga leaned down in despair and whispered to the basilisk lizard:

"Elizabeth, get ready! I'll count to three, and we're off!"

"One! Two! Three! Run!"

"Eh eh eh?"

"Elizabeth! Wait a minute! I haven't gone up yet!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the basilisk lizard suddenly darted out and ran away.

As he passed by Blake, Blake raised his hand and grabbed something casually.

Olga, who was originally clinging to Elizabeth's neck, was now being lifted up by him.

A little girl who hasn't grown up in over two hundred years, she's no different from Perona when you pick her up.

"Okay, stop making trouble."

Blake said something to Olga, who was still struggling in his arms, then turned to the crowd behind him:

"Let's check the other stomachs."

Chapter 155 Who are you?

Blake didn't give Olga a chance to continue refuting or "reveal" the plan. He picked up the disobedient little guide and led the group toward the passage between the organizations.

Along the way, Olga continued to explain her secret escape plan to everyone, which drew laughter from the maids.

The group soon entered another, much larger world of the stomach.

The scenery here is completely different from the previous islands. The trees are tall and the rocks are jagged, resembling a primeval forest.

Not far away, a group of dinosaurs of various shapes and sizes were feasting on a giant prey that they had just captured.

Sensing the intruders, the dinosaurs raised their heads alertly and let out low growls.

However, perhaps because they had never seen humans before, or because they were already full, these normally ferocious dinosaurs did not pounce on them to hunt.

They quickly scattered and disappeared into the stone forest and fern thickets.

However, one figure remained—

It was a guy wearing a brightly colored, fluffy cartoon dinosaur coat, dressed like a staff member who had escaped from an amusement park.

Blake was a little curious; were the dinosaurs on the island really that stupid?

They actually managed to fool them with this comical costume.

The man didn't seem to have fully reacted to the arrival of Blake and his group, and just stared blankly at the uninvited guests.

He subconsciously imitated the postures and sounds of the dinosaurs he had just heard, letting out a few confused growls:

"Awooooo?"

Blake: ...

Rami gently poked Blake's thigh:

"Your Highness, is this the scientist you mentioned who created pure gold?"

"It doesn't seem like it..."

The others also agreed, this guy seemed to be a goofball just like Dr. Fran.

Blake looked speechless; he felt that the scientists he had recently encountered didn't seem very bright.

After being captured by him, Dr. Fran not only became a goofball, but also seemed to develop a certain obsession with coffee.

The inventor of this pure gold, Mischina Asiye, seems even more outrageous, as if he's gone mad from studying dinosaurs.

Just then, the golden head that was being held in Blake's hand suddenly stopped moving.

Olga's gaze was fixed on that figure.

The face hidden under the ridiculous dinosaur headgear, though slightly chubby, still had the incredibly familiar outline she remembered.

Her lips began to tremble slightly, as if she wanted to call out a name, but she couldn't utter a sound because of extreme shock and disbelief.

She stared intently at the other person, as if trying to see through their figure.

The person inside the dinosaur suit seemed to sense something was amiss, and slowly, little by little, raised their head.

When his gaze finally focused on the petite figure in Blake's hands, his whole body stiffened abruptly.

"O...Olga?"

A dry, hoarse voice, as if it hadn't been used in a long time, came from under the comical hood with an air of disbelief.

Ashie's body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Dad..."

Olga's voice was as soft as a dream.

Immediately afterwards, an immense, overwhelming joy of regaining what she had lost exploded on her face. She even forgot that she was still being carried and struggled to lunge in that direction:

"Dad! It really is you! You're alive!"

Overwhelmed with joy, she almost burst into tears.

But the next second, looking at her father's ridiculous attire, then at the desolate world around her, and the reality of being imprisoned here for over two hundred years...

A thought that chilled her to the bone instantly gripped her throat.

"I see……"

"For the past two hundred years... you've been hiding here..."

Her voice suddenly rose, her excitement instantly turning into a sharp cry of grief and accusation.

Olga pointed to the ring set with pure gold on her hand:

"It's all because of it! It's all because of pure gold!"

"Mom is dead! Everyone is dead! Our home is gone!"

"Those greedy pirates...that relentless pursuit..."

Her voice was filled with the despair of betrayal:

"Why did you create this thing! Why!"

"For money? Or for your laughable, eternal life?!"

"Two hundred years!"

"Do you know how I've lived these past two hundred years?!"

Mischina Ashie seemed to be nailed to the spot by the barrage of bloody questions.

He instinctively wanted to get closer:

"Olga, it's not like that..."

"do not come!"

Olga screamed, tears streaming down her face:

"I hate you! I hate pure gold!"

"that……"

Blake shook Olga, who was crying and screaming in his hand:

"Your reunion as father and daughter is indeed very touching, but could you please be a little more mindful of the occasion?"

Knowing everything, Blake was not interested in the misunderstanding between the father and daughter.