Reincarnated into the world of One Piece, in a land of giants with open eyes?!

Chapter 130: The Gentleman

Chapter 131: The Gentleman

Rocks had fully activated his Observation Haki, but within his perception range, besides the blond guy and himself, there were only the still buildings and the slightly rippling black water.

There were no signs of life, no fluctuations in breath.

But the little blond guy's appearance didn't seem like he was joking.

Cold sweat beaded on Lox's forehead.

The leap that had been interrupted finally came through. He leaped behind Oro and instantly shielded Oro in front of him.

Then, with a tense expression, he looked back at his original spot—a very... person?

A well-dressed and polite gentleman.

The gentleman's black tailcoat was spotless, his white shirt collar was crisp, and his dark bow tie was tied meticulously.

In her sleeve was a black cane, the top of which was inlaid with a dark red gem.

This guy was also excessively handsome, with features that looked like they had been meticulously sculpted, fair skin, and neatly combed hair.

He stood there, his posture as elegant as if he were attending a high-society banquet.

If it weren't for this situation, Rocks would have 100% robbed this guy.

Dressed so flamboyantly, they must be very rich.

"Of course, sir, you seem very polite."

The gentleman spoke, and his voice was so normal that it left Lox completely baffled.

The voice was gentle and pleasant, with an old aristocratic tone, and each syllable was pronounced very accurately.

The gentleman stepped forward, still holding his cane in his left hand, while taking a small piece of gold from his pocket with his right.

That grain of gold was gold dust that Oro had scattered in the air, which the other party caught and kneaded into a ball.

Just as the gentleman was about to step forward and place the gold in Oro's hand, Oro withdrew his hand.

"Well, let's forget about it."

Oro shrugged: "Consider it a small gift for your first meeting."

"By the way, I am indeed very polite, not just on the surface."

The gentleman readily accepted the gold, then turned the cane he was holding in his left hand.

The gem at the top of the cane gleamed with a hint of dark red in the grayish-blue light.

"Oh?"

The gentleman's voice and tone remain elegant, but upon closer inspection, one can detect the malice hidden beneath that elegance.

That malice is not directed at any one thing, but rather it is an equal hostility towards everything.

Just like when humans play with and step on an ant, it's not because they hate the ant, but simply because they find it amusing.

"A truly polite gentleman would not show up uninvited and then blow up someone's observation tower."

Oro raised an eyebrow: "Who said I came uninvited?"

He took the black clay tablet from the gold surging around him.

He held it in his hand and waved it around; the surface of the clay tablet gleamed with a dark luster under the ambient light.

"I have an invitation."

Oro paused, then added, "And blowing up the tower was also my legitimate self-defense."

"A true gentleman wouldn't give his guests illusions, wouldn't you agree? Like that godson who likes to twist his neck and scare people?"

The gentleman smiled politely, a smile so perfect it seemed he had practiced it a thousand times, the curve of his lips just right.

"Your Excellency always enjoys taking advantage of verbal sparring."

He smiled and shook his head: "Hmm—not dignified."

"You can't win an argument, and there's no point in winning a fight."

Auro shook the black clay tablet in his hand, making it spin once before firmly grasping it.

"Should we just go through the motions, or get straight to discussing the contract?"

Auro's golden eyes stared directly into the gentleman's eyes: "Mr. Devil?"

This form of address momentarily froze the seemingly harmonious atmosphere between the two parties.

Lockes didn't say a word from beginning to end, but during this brief moment, he secretly glanced behind him.

The distorted city, half-submerged in black water, still stands, and those illogical buildings remain bathed in a gray-blue glow.

But the grotesque mass that used to float above the city is gone.

It's as if it never existed.

The gentleman stared at Oro for several seconds.

Then He smiled again, but this time there was something else in His smile.

"contract?"

The gentleman repeated the question: "What kind of contract do you want to discuss?"

"You've already stolen my thoughts, so you must know what I want to talk about."

Xin Aoruo shook the black mud tablet in his hand.

The gentleman did not answer immediately. He raised his hand and gently stroked the gem at the top of his cane with his gloved fingers, a leisurely gesture, as if he were contemplating what to have for dinner.

"Do you know what this is?"

The gentleman suddenly asked, not looking at the slab, but at Oro's eyes.

"Devil's Pact"

Oro answered crisply: "The deal Im made with the devil was later split in two."

"Half of them were taken away by Joey Boyle's faction and hidden in the ruins of the Red Line."

"My other half —"

Auro looked directly at the gentleman before him without flinching: "In R'lyeh, in the hands of David Jones."

The gentleman nodded, his movements still elegant, as if he were listening to beautiful music at a concert and tapping his fingers to the rhythm.

"Mostly correct, but one thing needs to be corrected."

The gentleman raised his hand, put his index finger to his lips, and made a "shh" gesture.

"Not in R'lyeh."

The gentleman's refined lips curved into an elegant smile: "I am R'lyeh."

The moment the gentleman finished speaking, their surroundings began to change.

The twisted buildings began to writhe, not in a physical sense, but slowly changing shape like a living organism.

More waves rose on the surface of the black water, and the darkness beneath seemed to deepen.

The rhythm of the dim, gray-blue light shifting between light and shadow quickened, like a heartbeat accelerating.

Lockes felt an indescribable pressure coming from all directions.

It wasn't an aura of dominance, nor was it physical oppression; rather, it felt as if the entire space was repelling them, trying to squeeze them out, or—

Devour it.

Oro showed no sign of panic; he calmly looked at the gentleman and asked, "So you're the current Davy Jones?"

Yes and no.

The gentleman twirled his cane with elegance.

"I'm just a tenant, a renter."

He smiled and said, "But the lease is a bit long, eight hundred years, and they still haven't moved out."

"So when are you planning to move?" Auro asked casually.

"Perhaps—well, tomorrow?" the gentleman replied with a smile.

"Not a single word of truth comes out of his mouth, ha, you devil."

"That's very presumptuous of you."

The gentleman tilted his head, a gesture that was actually rather endearing, if one disregarded the occasion and his status.

"This is serious racial discrimination. Aren't you afraid I'll eat you all alive?"

Oro waved and took a step forward. Lox instinctively tried to grab him, but stopped halfway through his outstretched hand.

He glanced at Oro's retreating figure and ultimately chose to believe the blond-haired man; at least for now, they were in the same boat.

"Alright, enough of this small talk."

"To be frank, I also want to sign my name on the contract."

Oro calmly began his deal-making remarks: "However, as a new client, just in case, I need to know the terms of the contract with the old clients."

"This is a reasonable demand."