On the way back, Garling asked,
"Carl, how long are you going to stay in Mary Geoise this time?"
Carl thought for a while and said,
"If Uncle Garling has nothing else to do, I might leave tomorrow."
"You kid, you just want to leave after taking something, right?"
"Um, Uncle Garling, are you reluctant to let me go?"
The sword at Garling's waist revealed a blade that was shining coldly. Carl was not afraid at all. He put his hands behind his head and turned to Lucia and said,
"Lucia, you come with me then."
A look of surprise appeared on Lucia's face. She had been feeling uneasy when she heard Carl say he was leaving. Now she breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this.
She nodded vigorously and said,
"As long as the young master is willing, Lucia will follow you wherever you go!"
Carl smiled slightly, ignoring Garling's gradually darkening face, and said,
"Uncle Garling, I have to ask the World Government to fabricate a reasonable identity for Lucia. I want her to enter Marine School."
Garling almost laughed angrily at Carl, and he said angrily,
"Are you practicing or enjoying yourself at Marine School? Do you want me to help you make arrangements so that she can live in the same dormitory with you?"
"That's no need. I don't live in a single dormitory. It would be inconvenient for Lucia to live with me."
A big tic-tac-toe appeared on Garling's forehead. He turned away and said calmly,
"I don't care about this, you can figure it out yourself."
"No, Uncle Garling, not many people in the World Government know about me, so my words are not as effective as yours."
"Have you forgotten the one named Spandam? I have promoted him to the commander of CP9. From now on, you can just give him direct orders for things like this."
"Haha, I see, it must be Uncle Garling. I am very comfortable with this guy."
Garling stopped, squinted at Carl, and said,
"Don't be too happy too early. It's okay to go back, but you have to practice your sword skills here first. At least you have to learn how to go out first. Don't just use Muramasa to chop around!"
Carl had no objection to this matter. No matter when, improving strength is the most important thing.
However, in Carl's opinion, the swordsmanship in One Piece is nothing more than ordinary slashing, with a powerful turn and flying.
Back at home, it was getting late, so Garling took Carl directly to the restaurant to have dinner together.
In the middle of the restaurant was a huge rectangular dining table with several gold candlesticks, which looked very gorgeous.
Garling sat at the head of the dining table, picked up a newspaper prepared by the servant, and read it.
Carl sat on his left side, while Lucia went out to order the servants to prepare meals.
Looking at the empty restaurant, Carl asked,
"Uncle Garling, do you usually eat here alone?"
Garling looked down at the newspaper and said,
"Well, you don't have to worry. Since I became the leader of the Knights of God, Darian has never had dinner with me again. He will not come over."
"Then where is he now? He must know that I am back."
"He stayed in the science class all day long, studying something else."
Speaking of this, Garling sighed and continued,
"Those are crooked ways after all. I haven't seen him go to the practice room in these years."
"Huh, maybe he is practicing secretly behind your back, or he is focusing on improving the fruit's ability."
When Darian was mentioned, the atmosphere instantly became solemn. Garling closed the newspaper, looked at Carl, and said seriously,
"Carl, do you really want to kill him? He is your biological father after all."
Carl's eyes turned dark. He looked directly into Garling's eyes and said firmly,
"I don't have a father like him, and he has never treated me as a son. To him, I am just a tool to improve my strength. Only one of us can survive in the end!"
Garling frowned and said,
"A tool to increase strength? What do you mean?"
"It seems you don't know yet, Uncle Garling. He spent so much effort experimenting on me. What do you think he wants to do?"
"Doesn't he want you to defeat me in the future and take back the position of the head of the family for him? In fact, he thinks too much. I was planning to give the position of the head of the family to you, and I can only give it to you."
A dark tornado erupted from Carl's back, and he said expressionlessly,
"Uncle Garling, your thinking is too simple! He is just cultivating a perfect body for himself, and he will use special methods to seize the body in the future. He never wanted to rely on his son. In other words, from the beginning, he just wanted to kill me."
"What did you say!?"
Garling stood up suddenly, endless anger pouring out of his eyes. He really didn't know about this matter. If he had known earlier, he would not have cared about the threat of Darian and would have directly chosen to clean up the mess.
Carl's heart didn't look so calm either. He suppressed the emotions that were almost out of control. The darkness behind him slowly returned to his body, and he continued,
"If I'm not wrong, what Darian is currently researching should be about the method of exchanging bodies. After all, the Op-Op Fruit hasn't been born yet. He may be a little impatient."
After listening to Carl's words, Garling stood there silently and did not move for a long time.
He did not doubt the truth of what Carl said because there was no need for Carl to lie about such things.
Garling had no choice but to kill his father with his own hands, which also caused a great psychological shadow on him. Just now, he thought of persuading Carl, telling Carl not to follow his old path again, at least to spare Darian's life.
But now, he has completely given up this idea, because in his opinion, Darian's behavior is simply worse than an animal, and he is not worthy of being a father at all!
At this moment, Garling was completely disappointed with Darian, his brother. He even wanted to go to Darian right away and fix him severely.
He will not think about killing Darian, because now his thoughts are consistent with Carl's, that is, Darian's life must be taken by Carl himself.
The uncle and nephew were standing and sitting, and the whole restaurant fell into silence until Lucia's voice came from the door,
"Young Master, the food is ready. Do you want them to come up now?"
Hearing Lucia's voice, Carl finally calmed down. He took a deep breath, put on a relaxed face, and shouted to Lucia,
"Lucia, let them serve the food. Thank you for your hard work."
Lucia trotted over and took a strange look at Garling, who was standing there with an ugly expression. Then she gently wrapped a white napkin around Carl and said,
"Young Master, this is what I should do. Please let me serve you for dinner later."
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