Chapter 465: Give Us Some Respect
The essence of Treasure Water was, in fact, the tears of the Treasure Water Crocodile.
But these were not ordinary tears.
The tears had to be shed when the Treasure Water Crocodile was genuinely moved.
As the saying goes, crocodile tears were hard to come by.
Making the Treasure Water Crocodile feel true emotion was likely more difficult than reaching the heavens.
Even within the Yamata Sect and the Flying Pirates, they had tried their hardest.
They staged countless touching stories and even a reality show before the Treasure Water Crocodile.
Yet, they only obtained a small amount of Treasure Water.
Worse, the crocodile grew immune to their tactics.
This was the most troubling part.
It ate voraciously and was as arrogant and lazy as an old man.
It took in everything but gave nothing back, impervious to persuasion.
Truthfully, many in the Yamata Sect wanted to request using the Treasure Water Crocodile for experiments.
But this crocodile was cunning.
In the presence of Yamata God Orochimaru figures, it acted like an innocent child.
It also seemed to have a good rapport with the Flying Pirates' boss, Golden Lion, even pretending to converse with him.
Thus, after becoming a mythical beast, it lived a comfortable life.
However, its good days were likely nearing an end.
Now, everyone gazed at it with fiery eyes.
This attention made the Treasure Water Crocodile uneasy.
It had already decided to flee at the first sign of trouble.
A tense breeze blew across the scene.
If the enemy did not move, it would not move either.
For a moment, an eerie silence enveloped the area.
As for the Thunder Spear Guild, they had already retreated to the Natural Home's ship.
Only a few unlucky members, struck by the Treasure Water Crocodile's water spear at the start, had perished.
Time passed slowly.
The number of ships arriving at the scene gradually increased.
Soon, someone broke the silence.
"Everyone, the Lucky Cat is a sacred symbol of our country." a man said.
"So, can you give our guild and our country some respect?" he asked.
On a ship bearing an oasis flag, a man in a khaki robe and a matching Arab-style headscarf stood prominently at the bow and spoke.
Hearing his words, people on surrounding ships looked at him in surprise.
"What? I remember your name is Badisha, right? Did a donkey kick your head to think you can claim such wealth?" someone retorted.
"Does your sacred symbol belong to your family?" another mocked.
"Forget your Oasis Guild. Even if the Celestial Dragons came, I would not yield." President of the Thunder Spear Guild, now on the Natural Home's ship, mocked openly.
He was furious. He had come here, only to lose his airship without gaining anything.
That airship had cost him a fortune.
Especially the wooden propeller, crafted from Adam Wood, which was exorbitantly expensive.
The loss was immense.
And now, this man asked for respect with a mere word?
Did he think his face was that grand?
"President Bashan, I think we should not focus on this for now," a voice interrupted.
"The priority is how to secure these two mythical beasts."
"You know, the real major forces are behind us. When they arrive, we may not even get scraps."
A young man with gray-green hair combed back spoke directly.
Hearing this, people on other ships ignored Badisha, the president of the Oasis Magic Pattern Guild.
Though the Oasis Guild, backed by the great nation of Alabasta, was larger than their own guilds, it did not intimidate them.
Alabasta was a vast country with tens of millions of people.
But its high-end combat power was concentrated in three domestic magic pattern guilds: Orchid, Cactus, and Oasis.
Among them, Oasis was the strongest, boasting over two hundred C-level magic pattern users.
Even combined with the other two guilds, their numbers only slightly surpassed most guilds present, not their quality.
Moreover, rumors suggested that the Wind Sand Orchid Magic Pattern Guild had World Government support.
This made others even less restrained.
At this moment, Badisha's words were largely dismissed as empty.
Ignoring Badisha's stern and displeased expression, they turned their attention to the young man with gray-green hair, who wore a serious look.
This man was well-known among magic pattern users.
Gild Tesoro, president of the Money Worship Guild, was young and promising.
His guild gathered many metal-type magic pattern users.
It had over three hundred C-level magic pattern users and more than a handful of B-level ones.
Tesoro himself had recently earned an A-level magic pattern user emblem.
His power surpassed most Magic Pattern Guilds present.
"President Tesoro, do you have any suggestions?" a man asked.
The question came from a man dressed as a fisherman, wearing a hat.
He was the president of the Diming Magic Pattern Guild, known only as Fisherman.
Whether that was his real name, no one knew.
As the leader of the Diming Guild, he held influence here.
"I cannot claim deep insights, but I have some suggestions." Tesoro replied.
His ship slowly approached the center of the gathered guilds.
Tesoro adjusted his pink suit and spoke seriously.
"We are the first to arrive here, all Magic Pattern Guilds."
"But the major forces will soon follow."
"The value of these two mythical beasts is immense. Alone, no single guild can secure them."
"So…" he paused.
His sharp eyes scanned the presidents present, and he continued.
"Perhaps we can form a temporary alliance and jointly claim a mythical beast."
"If it is just one, the major forces might not object."
"After all, this is only the start of the Phantom Beast Conference. No one knows what lies ahead."
"Their greed may not be too blatant."
"How about it? Consider it, everyone! Time is short."
Hearing Tesoro's words, the presidents fell into thought.
Those leading powerful Magic Pattern Guilds were naturally sharp-minded.
The current situation could not afford delays.
"Tesoro, is it true you are close to the Magic Alliance? Why distance yourself from us now?" a voice challenged.
"Doflamingo, the Magic Alliance's president, is here in person. Are you undermining him, or planning to trick us?" it pressed.
President of the Thunder Spear Guild spoke loudly and quickly.
Hearing President's words, Tesoro showed a faint smile.
President's question showed he was tempted.
"President jests. The Magic Alliance and I only cooperate. I am not their subordinate." Tesoro said.
"If I worked with the Magic Alliance now, given the strength gap…" he trailed off.
Though Tesoro did not finish, everyone understood.
The Magic Alliance, an official Magic Pattern Guild affiliate, had vast resources.
With over two thousand C-level magic pattern users, it was a behemoth.
Even united, the guilds here would barely match it.
The strength disparity between Tesoro's guild and the Magic Alliance was vast.
Cooperating with them would likely yield only scraps.
Tesoro would not make such a losing deal.
(End of Chapter)