Outside the house, through the glass window, Gawain's lips twitched uncontrollably.
He couldn't even imagine Law's reaction when he saw this.
"I hope Law will still recognize Bepo when the time comes."
Gawain shook his head, then turned and walked deeper into the camp.
Before he got close, a fierce quarrel came from a cabin that was not yet completed in the distance.
"No, no, no!"
Franky's words were fierce, and even though they were far away, Gawain could still hear the general content with his hearing.
"This kind of thing might fool amateurs, but it's impossible to deceive the top craftsmen of the four emperors or even the World Government!"
"I've said it many times before, the Pluton is a ship beyond imagination."
"So what we have to do now is to build a ship that only exists in fantasy rather than upgrading it on the basis of the past!"
This cabin is a temporary meeting room for the shipwrights of the Water 7, used as a temporary venue for forging the blueprints of Pluton.
However, hours had passed since this morning, and there was still no result.
Even Gawain was starting to grow impatient.
In just one night, Van Augur found many pirate ships on the outskirts of Water 7, and this number continue to increased as time passed.
The next wave of attacks was about to erupt, but the plan to forge the Pluton blueprint had not yet been implemented.
Not to mention that after forging the blueprint, it needs to be reproduced in large quantities to ensure that every pirate who comes here has a copy.
All of this takes time, and what the Water 7 lacks most now is time.
"Then you'd better come up with a feasible plan!"
Paulie slapped his palm on the conference table.
He had a quick temper, so it was natural for him to snap right away.
Peepley Lulu also cast displeased glances at Franky.
Franky had completely dismissed the final plan they had discussed, and as the head of the Galley-La Company, Paulie was naturally dissatisfied.
After all, even a calm person would become angry, not to mention that the Franky family and Galley-La Company, who were originally somewhat at odds with each other?!
"Simply rejecting our proposals doesn't make you seem capable. If you want to prove your ability, come up with a feasible plan."
"Otherwise, don't act like you know everything. People might think you've actually seen the Pluton blueprint!"
Franky opened his mouth.
He subconsciously reached out and touched his stomach, and he felt a cold, like the touch of steel.
What the people present didn't know was.
He was a cyborg, and Pluton's blueprint was hidden in his body.
So Paulie and the others were right.
Franky had really seen the blueprint of Pluton and knew what kind of battleship it was.
It was beyond imagination and defied logic.
According to Franky's understanding, even if all the cutting-edge technology of the era were gathered, it would be impossible to bring the steel behemoth from the blueprint into reality.
Compared with Pluton, what they designed was at best a larger fishing boat.
"This level of thing couldn't even fool us, let alone shipwrights under the World Government or four emperors!"
Franky tore up the sketch in his hand and then pushed the door and left with a cold face.
Bang!
The heavy door slammed shut.
Seeing this, the others exchanged glances.
"Was I too harsh just now?"
"He was just trying to do things better."
Paulie put his feet down from the table, thinking back to what he had just said, and couldn't help feeling a little guilty for a while. The only answer to him was everyone's silence.
He looked down at the blueprints in his hand again, and after calming down, he could easily find many obvious problems.
"The load-bearing design of the keel is not perfect."
"The configuration of firepower is far from reaching the rumored point of destroying a city with one shot."
"Relying solely on wind power for navigation is also limiting..."
"This blueprint has many problems. Franky might be right."
Everyone started speaking up, and they quickly resumed their discussion.
But their eyes kept drifting toward Franky's position. They felt some guilt but didn't know how to express it.
… … ...
Outside the house, as soon as Franky opened the door, he saw Gawain standing outside.
He was slightly stunned, and then he waved to Gawain as if he had made up his mind: "Vice-Admiral Lancelot."
"Shall we talk?"
"Mm."
Gawain nodded.
The two found a corner where chairs were piled up and sat down casually.
Franky's eyes fell on Gawain.
He held two bottles of coke in his hand, handed one to Gawain, and then took another bottle and took a sip.
"Ha!"
Then Franky said: "You... Shouldn't be a Marine."
Gawain was silent for a long time and nodded gently.
Their disguises were actually very ordinary except for their excellent appearance.
The people on Gawain's ship are pirates, after all, and they are used to being free and undisciplined, which is naturally different from the Marines, who emphasize discipline and obedience.
It's okay in the short term, but it's easy to see the problem over time.
In fact, it was not until now that he was seen through, and that person was Franky, so Gawain was more or less surprised.
Clearly, the man who often seemed more comical than serious on the Straw Hat ship also had a rational and calm side.
"Sure enough, the Marines, no, the World Government has given up on this city since the beginning. If it weren't for that year..."
"Forget it; there's no point in telling you this."
Franky put down the coke bottle in his hand, turned his head, and looked directly into Gawain's eyes: "Since you are not the Marines, why are you acting as a marine here?"
"Who knows?"
Gawain smiled slightly: "At first, I just wanted to bring Lucci back. Although that guy had spent a few years in Water 7, he's my comrade."
"Originally, we were ready to leave when we found him."
"But a cold-blooded guy on my ship suddenly showed kindness. He didn't want to watch the people here die. As the captain, I can't let him wait to die here, right?"
"Humph~ the so-called romance between men?"
Franky snorted.
He raised his hand to push his glasses, and his vision under the sunglasses became sharper.
When he looked at Gawain again, he had a sense of recognition: "With such strength, you are definitely not an unknown person. Who are you?!"
Gawain said lightly: "White Knight Gawain!"
"The Warlord of the Sea! The most benevolent man in the East Blue?!"
Franky's pupils shrunk suddenly, and he stood up directly: "The legend is actually true. You are different from other pirates."
Franky recalled what Gawain and his crew did after landing on the island, and he couldn't help but stand up in awe for a while.
He was very sure in his heart that this man was just like the rumors, pursuing the way of benevolence and righteousness, and was even willing to stand up for some insignificant people.
Some said he was childish, others said he was hypocritical, and even more claimed he was pretentious.
But Franky, who had experienced the crisis at the Water 7, knew it clearly.
In such a disaster, there was a person who was willing to risk his life to lend a hand and didn't even care about the existence of the Pluton blueprint from beginning to end.
He is definitely not a hypocrite!
If Gawain is hypocritical, then what kind of existence are the Marines who don't even bother to pretend?!
A loyal dog of the World Government?
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