The boy looked to be about the same age as Robin.
He wore an oversized white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing his slender arms.
His shirt was tucked into denim overalls, and the pant legs were rolled up, showing his thin calves.
His Blake leather shoes were splattered with mud, and he wore a cross necklace around his neck.
His fluffy blonde hair was styled like someone who was really good at basketball.
Thinking of Tina and Hawkins' hairstyles, and then looking at Koala's initial outfit,
Blake felt that Oda and Brother Chicken definitely had common ground.
He had a straight nose bridge and slightly thin lips.
The most striking feature was his eyebrows, which were three vertical lines.
It was none other than one of the future Worst Generation Supernovas—"Magician" Basil Hawkins.
"I knew there was something unique about this island..."
Blake mused inwardly, but he didn't dwell on it too much.
Recruiting Hawkins personally would be giving him too much credit.
Blake planned to inform Aramaki about him, so Aramaki could send someone to bring him in for training.
Hawkins, in the original story, could join Kaido, so he could naturally work under Aramaki; recruiting him wouldn't be too difficult.
Leaving the central plaza, Blake continued sightseeing with the women.
The Tarot Kingdom's palace was a spiral sanctuary composed of 22 towers, connected by skywalks, appearing mysteriously beautiful from afar.
The library resembled an enlarged Wheel of Fortune, with unique rainwater collection facilities forming a Holy Grail pattern.
Everyone marveled at the sight.
Robin even read some books on divination in the library, expanding her knowledge.
Stella, on the other hand, bought many things, big and small.
All sorts of Tarot reeds, leaves that could be arranged into a star map at night, custom Tarot cards... The most outrageous was Perona.
She actually bought a volcanic lizard that changed color according to the temperature, and she adamantly stated that Tim was also a specialty of Aetherius.
That's right, she had already named the volcanic lizard.
Everyone played on the island for a whole day, until dusk, when they reluctantly returned to the sanctuary at Stella's urging.
Blake smiled and comforted the reluctant girls:
"Don't worry, next time we have a chance to go to other islands, we can still get off the ship and look around."
"Oh yeah! Saint Black is the best!"
Hearing Blake's promise, Perona happily jumped onto Blake... The sanctuary continued its journey, and the sea returned to calm.
It seemed that because the Marine had been overly active recently, pirates had all started to lie low.
Even the great pirates of the New World hadn't caused any trouble recently.
For a time, everyone seemed to have entered a sage mode.
Nothing happened at sea, but something happened in Mary Geoise.
A banquet was being held in the Room of Authority, where crystal chandeliers illuminated the platters carried by Slaves, making them look like flowing gold.
No one cared about the theme of the banquet; the Celestial Dragons' lives were just that whimsical.
"These disgusting guys just make me sick to my stomach!"
Garin's divine judgment suddenly unsheathed, directly piercing the heart of a Fishman Slave.
Saint Donquixote Christopher, sitting not far away, frowned:
"Your taste is getting worse, Garin."
Garin turned at his words, and a splatter of blood landed on the ice swan between them.
"Just a mere toy, are you feeling sympathy?"
Garin picked up a diamond-studded whip nearby, flicked it, and wrapped it around another Fishman Slave's neck, gradually tightening.
Christopher threw the dining knife in his hand, cutting Garin's whip in half.
The liberated Fishman Slave knelt on the ground, gasping for air, letting out a series of rapid coughs.
Garin silently looked at Christopher, who also silently looked back at him.
Suddenly, two astonishing auras erupted from them.
The immensely powerful Conqueror's Haki instantly shattered the champagne tower, and wine spread across the pristine tablecloth.
Almost all the other Celestial Dragons in the banquet hall lost consciousness, and the Slaves also collapsed.
"Your pity is a blasphemy against the name of God!"
"Your arrogance is the true lowliness!"
The two opposing figures struck almost simultaneously.
Garin thrust out the half-whip in his hand like a longsword, and Christopher likewise raised the dining fork in his hand.
They did not collide, yet Blake and red lightning surged between them.
A large hole instantly tore open in the ceiling, and the shockwave shot skyward.
Scattered glass shards were suspended in the air by this aura.
Garin retracted the half-long whip and swung it down fiercely.
Christopher slightly dodged the blow, but the slash cut through the pillar behind him.
He countered by thrusting the dining fork, which Garin blocked with his whip.
Garin twisted his wrist, and the broken whip straightened like a silver snake flicking its tongue, a standard thrust.
The silver fork in Christopher's hand, like a fingertip, precisely aimed at Garin's wrist.
Their Armament Haki collided, producing a crisp metallic clang, seemingly with some indescribable rhythm.
The two moved and fought leisurely, as if performing a dance in the middle of a banquet.
However, the audience had already been knocked out by them, so naturally, no one could appreciate this magnificent dance.
Garin's broken whip sometimes slashed like a longsword, drawing perfect arcs; other times, it lunged like a rapier, with deadly precision.
Christopher maintained his dining-like elegance throughout.
His silver fork sometimes tapped lightly like a conductor, other times outlined like a painter holding a brush.
Garin suddenly drew the whip handle to his waist, the straightened whip poised like a samurai sword.
Christopher, meanwhile, gripped the silver fork tightly, and the air around him began to twist and deform like a vortex.
Just as the two were about to continue their attack, a sheathed longsword came between them.
Shodai Kitetsu, Nusjuro.
"The farce should end, are you two planning to tear down the Room of Authority?"
Garin frowned, somewhat displeased:
"He's showing sympathy for Slaves!"
"Alright, you two, that's enough."
Behind Nusjuro, Saturn's voice echoed softly:
"The repair costs will be deducted from both of your annual quotas."
Saturn's words were the final verdict, and Garin couldn't argue further. He threw the half-whip to the ground, snorted coldly, and turned to leave.
The shattered chandelier finally fell, crashing into countless diamond-like fragments behind Christopher.
With the instigators gone, the two Gorosei helplessly signaled the CPs following them to send the Celestial Dragons, who had been knocked out by Conqueror's Haki, back.
In reality, Christopher's behavior was no different from Mjosgard's during the Reverie.
The problem was that Christopher's strength was much greater than Mjosgard's.
If they wanted to deal with Christopher, he would undoubtedly resist fiercely.
It could easily escalate out of control, even alarming Imu.
So neither the Gorosei nor Garin mentioned the aftermath of this incident, tacitly agreeing to let it end there.
But the big brother who once smashed a beer bottle on the ground said:
"People's dreams will never end."