Picking up Ging didn't require everyone to go… it was a simple process.
So, no one objected to Law going alone.
With God Hand's ability, Law could easily pinpoint Ging's exact location.
However, picking up Ging wasn't the issue… the biggest problem was Machi and the others.
Even though it was urgent, Law still didn't know how to handle this matter.
Though he personally leaned towards leaving Machi and the others on the imagined continent. After all, with Uvogin and Nobunaga there, nothing should happen-
But he was still worried.
Law silently put on the flesh mask, preparing to descend the mountain.
He hadn't used the flesh mask for a long time, and these masks still had unbearably ugly appearances.
"Pfft!"
Seeing the seamless, flawless yet hideous mask on Law's face, Shiro, who had just taken a sip of water, ruthlessly sprayed it all over Knov's face.
"Sorry! Sorry!"
Seeing this, Shiro wiped his mouth with his hand, quickly took a handkerchief from his pocket, wanting to wipe Knov's face.
Then, he saw Knov standing motionless as if petrified, feeling puzzled.
'Did he suffer some severe shock?'
In contrast, other team members who didn't know about the masks all looked strange.
Mainly, the contrast was too great.
Shiro looked at the petrified Knov, hesitated for a moment, silently put away the handkerchief, then looked at Law's current ugly face and said sincerely, "Law, your taste is really quite unique."
A wry smile appeared at the corner of Law's mouth under the mask. This was a certain woman's twisted sense of humor and had nothing to do with him. However, he wouldn't specifically explain, letting it pass as tacit acceptance.
The wry smile revealed by the flesh mask made Shiro theatrically cover his eyes, shouting, "It's blinding me! It's blinding me!"
"You're too exaggerated," Tonpa couldn't stand it and slapped Shiro on the shoulder.
"Where's the exaggeration? It feels so real."
As Shiro said this, he gestured towards Knov with his chin.
Tonpa glanced at Knov, whose spirit seemed to have flown away, couldn't help but cover his forehead, thinking, 'This kid might be too deeply affected.'
Click!
At that moment, Bruna took a photo for everyone.
"Alright, you should go and come back quickly."
Biscuit also found it a bit hard to look directly at Law's smiling face and urged him to set off quickly.
"Okay, I'll head out then."
Law bid farewell to everyone, then jumped down from the cliff edge.
Just like that, his figure grew smaller in everyone's sight.
Ten minutes later, Law hid in a tree at the forest's edge, observing the crowd on the flat ground, numbering around ten thousand.
Around the crowd's perimeter, armed soldiers were basically stationed, relatively close to Law's position. However, they couldn't possibly detect Law.
"Seems like we'll have to wait a while."
Law watched the passengers disembarking one after another and the boats returning to the B·W.
The B·W had two hundred thousand passengers. These boats would need to make many trips to get everyone ashore. It wasn't clear which trip Ging would be on.
He might have to wait half an hour to an hour, or perhaps only ten minutes.
In any case, the feedback from God's Hand indicated Ging was still on the B·W.
Law hid patiently among the leaves, using this time to think about how to resolve the matter with Machi and the others.
He was still somewhat uneasy. His book's pages only registered Uvogin and Nobunaga, not Machi and Salin.
Otherwise, he could use the book to constantly monitor Machi and Salin's situation.
It's just that he currently didn't want to show himself before Machi and the others, let alone use his ability on them.
'Troublesome.'
Law sighed softly, observing the crowd on land. Soon, he noticed the fifty bodies hung on stakes, a look of confusion in his eyes.
'Did something happen on the ship?'
He wondered.
Lacking information, he couldn't possibly know the circumstances during the voyage.
B·W, Second Floor.
In a princess-themed room filled with pink ambiance, Neon, her hair tied with a large bow, jumped up and down on the soft bed!
"I want to go ashore! I want to go ashore!"
She shouted at the top of her lungs while jumping.
Several bodyguards in black suits and two maids surrounded the bed, all raising their hands high, fearing Neon might accidentally fall.
Each of their faces was full of helplessness.
"Miss, we are scheduled to disembark in later batches, so we have to wait about an hour," A freckled-faced bodyguard patiently explained.
As soon as he finished speaking, a pillow flew towards him.
With his skills, dodging the pillow wasn't difficult, but not only did he not dodge, after being hit by the pillow, he performed a standard pratfall, leaning back and falling onto his bottom.
As if the pillow contained immense force.
"I don't care! I'm sick of staying on the ship! I want to disembark now! Immediately, right now!"
Neon's bratty temper flared up again.
The surrounding bodyguards and maids couldn't handle her at all, only trying their best to restrain Neon.
Anyone with a brain knew they couldn't disembark earlier than scheduled. It's just that Neon became unreasonable when her temper flared… they were used to it, only praying for Light Nostrade to arrive quickly.
Just then, the door opened.
That sound was like heavenly music to the bodyguards' and maids' ears.
'Mr. Nostrade was here…'
They deeply sighed in relief.
Light, with graying temples, strode into the room. He was now the leader of one of the four major syndicates, carrying the authority of a high-ranking figure with his every move, no longer the mafia family's leader who could easily bend for small gains.
As soon as he entered, Neon immediately quieted down, pouting as she looked at Light.
"What's the matter?"
Light pretended not to know, asking the bodyguards.
Before the bodyguards could answer, Neon spoke first. "I want to disembark now!"
Light looked at Neon, frowned, and said sternly, "Nonsense. The disembarkation order is already arranged. Even I have no authority to change it."
Neon's cheeks puffed up high, full of grievance.
Only with Light did she dare not willfully throw a tantrum.
Light's stern expression softened. Gently, he said, "Be good. After this matter is over, whatever you want, I'll get it for you."
"Okay."
Neon simply knelt on the bed, unhappy.
Light walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, and raised his hand to pat Neon's head.
Then, he looked towards the door, a gleam flashing in his eyes.
He was thinking about the contents of the prophecy poems Neon recently wrote…
Risk and reward coexist.
But as long as he followed the prophecy poems' guidance, he could continuously avoid risks and reap rewards.
Now, he no longer needed Neon to do divinations for others to gain benefits. Having her divine only for him, the Nostrade Family would eventually reach the underworld's pinnacle.
During this turmoil caused by Morena, three of the four major syndicates on the ship got involved. Only the Light Family remained aloof, all thanks to Neon's divinations.
He would wait and then do what needed to be done.
…
The passengers disembarked orderly. Finally, it was Ging's turn.
Following the crowd, under the soldiers' guidance, he boarded a boat.
Standing on the deck, he looked back at the black B·W, thinking, 'The task Law entrusted to him before departure was now complete, right?'
Along the way, he had kept a good watch over Machi and the others. Using the good connections he built from interacting with thugs and hoodlums, he secretly helped Machi and the others resolve a few minor troubles.
Ging withdrew his gaze, turning towards the crowded shore, a smile on his lips.
"Now it truly begins."
Simultaneously, hidden among the leaves, Law immediately looked towards a specific boat among the fleet.
"Finally here."