Garling's words gave Carl a feeling of being the chosen one, but he didn't know if his luck could surpass the future Luffy.
He even considered killing Luffy in advance, but since Luffy hasn't been born yet, his only option would be to target Luffy's father, Dragon.
According to the original development of the world, Dragon would definitely be brought into the Navy by Garp, giving Carl an opportunity.
Carl knew he couldn't take action as soon as he saw Dragon. After all, Garp was in the Navy. He needed a reason that would make everyone speechless.
Of course, the reason was easy to find. That guy Dragon was a traitor, and sooner or later the Navy would hunt him down. By then, wouldn't it be more reasonable for Carl to "accidentally" kill a traitor?
Carl silently calculated in his mind. Garling thought Carl was worried about the future and said, "Carl, the probability of the Nika Fruit awakening is still very small, so you don't have to worry too much about it. What you need to do now is to increase your power and elevate the Figarland family's status in Mary Geoise to an even higher level!"
"Um?!"
Carl was startled. The meaning of these words sounded a bit off. He couldn't help but ask, "Going to the next level? Isn't the Figarland family prominent enough?"
"Of course, it's prominent, but it's just not enough. When the Twenty Kings besieged Joy Boy, our ancestors contributed the most. If he hadn't died too early, how could the Nerona family be leading Mary Geoise now? It should be our Figarland family sitting on the Throne of Heaven!"
After hearing this, Carl thought to himself, "What a good guy!" His uncle was also a young man who wanted to usurp the throne!
After Garling finished speaking, he regretted a little. He looked around and said in a low voice, "Just remember what I said, and don't mention it again after you leave. Imu's ability is strange and unpredictable; there's no guarantee he won't hear it."
Carl nodded. He couldn't even deal with Darian, let alone the ultimate boss, Imu.
Garling patted Carl on the shoulder and said, "Alright, if there's anything else you like in the secret room, take it. I'll have to see how strong you've become after we get out."
The black Bible condensed in Carl's hands, and he asked honestly, "Uncle Garling, can I take everything?"
"..."
If Carl hadn't been his nephew, Garling would have drawn his sword. He took a deep breath, glared at Carl, and said, "You're not the head of the family yet! Why are you taking everything? Do you have the ability to hold onto this inheritance?!"
"Well, I just wanted to mention that you're a bit stingy, Uncle Garling."
Garling snorted coldly and said, "Sooner or later, everything here will be yours. Think bigger."
"Alright..."
Carl reluctantly agreed, thought for a while, and asked, "Has Lucia eaten a Devil Fruit?"
"You want to get her a Devil Fruit, right? Don't worry, I've already given her a good one. Otherwise, do you think a slave could become captain of the guard so quickly?"
"Really? Then thank you, Uncle Garling!"
"No need. She is indeed loyal to you. It doesn't matter if she has a fruit. Besides, if she dies in the guard, you'd go crazy when you come back, right?"
"Then I have to give her something else. I think she's a swordsman. Aren't there four famous swords hanging outside? Let me pick one and give it to her."
"Well, go ahead."
Carl didn't just think about Lucia; he also didn't forget Ginny. But he wasn't going to give a Devil Fruit to Ginny since he had already thought of one that suited her best.
He wanted to give Ginny something else, like a gun.
"Uncle Garling, does the family have a better gun?"
"Gun? What do you need that for? Our family uses swords; there's no need."
"I want to give it as a gift. I have a friend who uses guns. A good one will help her a lot."
"Is this friend one of the three from the Valley of Gods back then?"
"Yeah, the one with pink hair. Her name's Ginny."
"Haha, I see. Let's do this: I'll have the science class build a suitable gun. I assume you won't be staying with the family now, right? I'll send it directly to the Navy then."
Carl nodded. He definitely wouldn't stay with Darian around. Only when he became strong enough would he return to the family, kill Darian, and take back everything that belonged to him.
But the gun would take time to develop, and Carl didn't want to return empty-handed. After all, he had told Ginny he would bring her a gift.
He thought about what he had said about giving Ginny a pair of boots, so he stretched out his hand to Garling and said, "Uncle Garling, there must be boots in the family, right? I want the kind girls wear, the most expensive and beautiful ones!"
"Of course, there are, but just giving them to Ginny won't do. Not long ago, a guy named Judge in the science class developed some combat boots. There are women's models. You can take them later."
"That's great! Thank you very much, Uncle Garling."
"Hmph, two women in such a short time. You better not let them distract you, or I'll have to help you get rid of those distractions myself!"
"No, I know what I should do. Uncle Garling, don't worry."
"It better be that way."
After saying that, Garling and Carl bowed to the coffin again, then walked outside together.
When they reached the Seastone door, Carl subconsciously slowed down. The feeling of weakness was too uncomfortable.
Garling glanced at him and said calmly, "Why are you lingering? Do you need me to support you?"
Carl didn't try to show off and nodded straightforwardly.
Garling suddenly laughed and said, "Then you're overthinking. I won't support you, and you don't need it."
"Ah? Uncle Garling, are you..."
Before Carl could finish speaking, Garling suddenly reached out and pressed his hand on Carl's back. Before he could react, Carl was pushed out with a strong force.
Garling's strength was skillfully controlled. Although Carl was suddenly pushed, he quickly regained his balance and finally stood firmly in front of the Seastone gate.
Carl's hand was still pressed on the door. He rolled his eyes, ready to face that damn feeling of weakness.
However, after a long time, Carl was surprised to find that he didn't feel anything special. He even tried to activate his ability. The hand pressing on the door turned dark, and the ability was activated smoothly.
Garling stood not far away with his arms folded and joked, "How's it going? Do you still need me to help you?"
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