As soon as Carl saw Garling's expression, he knew that he was moved, and hurriedly asked,
"Uncle Garling, do you have a favorite Devil Fruit? Tell me! I'll go get it!"
Garling raised his head and looked at Carl with a smile. Carl frowned and said,
"Uncle Garling, why are you looking at me like that? Don't you believe in my ability?"
Garling crossed his arms and tilted his head, saying,
"Of course I believe in your ability, but the fruit I'm eyeing has an owner now."
Carl was even more excited after hearing this. He enjoyed the thrill of taking what belonged to others, and he immediately patted his chest, saying,
"It's okay, Uncle Garling, just tell me! I'll kill him!"
Garling nodded and said,
"Good! I'm after the Tremor-Tremor Fruit, go get it for uncle!"
"..."
Carl fell silent immediately. Garling smiled and shook his head, jokingly saying,
"What? Why is our Admiral silent? Is it difficult for you to kill Whitebeard?"
Carl turned his head away. There was no way he could beat Whitebeard.
His current strength was just that of an Admiral-level fighter, while Whitebeard was in his prime, a real Emperor-class pirate. Carl could fight, but after a hundred rounds, he would have to use Kamui to escape.
But the words had already been said. Facing Garling with a smile on his face, Carl gritted his teeth and said,
"It's not impossible!"
"?"
Garling was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly said,
"No, I was just joking with you. You are no match for Whitebeard right now, don't be silly!"
Carl waved his hand.
"Uncle Garling, of course, I know this. What I lack most now is time. Give me some more time, and I can definitely get Whitebeard's Tremor-Tremor Fruit back for you myself."
"Well, with your talent, I believe you can do it."
"However, if Uncle Garling is in a hurry, then please come with me. The two of us can definitely kill Whitebeard together!"
Garling was a little amused and touched Carl's forehead.
"This is impossible. As the leader of the Knights of God, I am the last line of defense to protect Mary Geoise. Unless someone or something outside poses a major threat to the status of the Celestial Dragons, I will never leave the Holy Land."
The Knights of God are similar to the Royal Guards. No matter how short of people they are in the war outside, they will not be allowed to leave the palace.
Although this sounds a bit pedantic, from the emperor's point of view, this is the most reasonable arrangement.
If the Knights of God really leave the Holy Land under the leadership of Garling and join forces with the Navy to suppress the pirates, then unless Whitebeard and others also unite, it will be a flat push.
Carl also understood this. He nodded and said,
"There is no other way for now. You can only wait a little longer, Uncle Garling."
"I'm not in a hurry. It's not important for me to eat this fruit or not. You just need to protect yourself outside and improve your strength."
The concern revealed in Garling's words warmed Carl's heart, but Garling was a little embarrassed. The uncle and nephew fell silent.
After a while, they spoke at the same time,
"Correct..."
"Uncle Garling..."
The uncle and nephew were both stunned. Garling asked,
"Is there anything else? You go ahead and say it first."
Carl nodded and said,
"I saw the guy you pointed out to me last time on Roger's ship."
Garling's body shook violently, and he leaned forward subconsciously, asking in a slightly anxious tone,
"Does he have red hair?"
"Yes, his name is Shanks. He doesn't look very old, and his height is not even as tall as my waist. He should be a trainee crew member on Roger's ship."
"So how is he? Is he injured?"
"No, but he still lacks combat experience. He even quarreled with another red-nosed kid on the battlefield and was almost killed."
Hearing this, Garling's hand tightened, and the precious chair armrest broke instantly. Carl continued,
"I saved him, and because of this, I was exposed, so I used my ability to leave without saying a few words to him."
Garling breathed a sigh of relief, leaned back in his chair, and muttered,
"I'm glad you're alright. You're such a worrying guy."
Carl smiled and didn't continue on this topic. Instead, he asked,
"Uncle Garling, what did you want to tell me just now?"
Garling sat up straight, looked at Carl deeply, then took out a stack of documents from his arms and handed them to Carl, saying,
"Take a look at this."
Carl took it curiously, lowered his head, and glanced at it. Then, his face changed drastically, and his hands turned dark instantly.
If Garling hadn't acted quickly to grab the document, the document would have been torn to pieces by the power of darkness.
Carl still maintained the same posture as before, but on his body, darkness like flames was surging.
Garling frowned, released his Haki, and said in a deep voice,
"Carl, wake up!"
Carl slowly raised his head, his eyes had turned into two deep black holes, but Garling could still feel a strong hatred from them.
With a sigh, Garling slowed down his voice and said softly,
"Carl, I understand the pain that experience brought you, but the information in this document is really helpful to you. It can help you understand your own body better!"
Carl took a deep breath, suppressed the dark power that was about to riot, and took the document from Garling again.
This was an experimental report, and the subject of the experiment was himself.
Carl flipped through it expressionlessly. Every page recorded his physical reaction during the experiment, as well as various experimental data.
Every word helped Carl recall everything he had experienced in the laboratory that year.
Garling looked at Carl and said,
"This is the experiment I asked Vegapunk to reorganize on you. By the way, if you want to kill him, I can call him now."
Carl shook his head and said,
"No need, Uncle Garling. He was also forced by Darian back then. If it weren't for him, I would have died of pain on the experimental table. Darian was afraid of affecting the experimental results and didn't even want to use anesthetics on me."
He continued to flip through the documents in his hand and said,
"What's more, Vegapunk is still very useful to the World Government, and it would be a waste to kill him."
Suddenly, Carl paused, and a look of deep surprise appeared on his face. On the page he was looking at, a paragraph caught his attention.
"Devil Factor and Green Blood."
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