Chapter 505 Ancient Weapons

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"Okay, let's go, we have work to do."

After completing the rubbing and photographing of the last piece of road sign text, Gel spoke again.

"Huh? Captain, you still have something important to do? Isn't this historical text of the road sign the goal of our trip?"

Franky asked doubtfully.

"Bullshit, what's the use of a broken stone? It can't be eaten. We can just copy it when we see it. It's not worth it for us to make a special trip from so far away."

Ger said with a smile.

Behind him, Weeble turned around after hearing what he said and stared at the history text carefully, wondering if it really couldn't be used to make a living.

"Huh? Didn't they say that if you collect all four pieces, you can find Raftel? Isn't that important enough?"

Franky scratched his head, even more confused.

"Ah."

Thinking of Roger's words: We came too early, Gel couldn't help but shake his head. It was likely that he would not gain any substantial benefits by going to Raftel. As for spiritual rewards, Gel felt that he did not need them.

This seems like a fair competition where everyone relies on their own abilities, but in fact the organizers have already decided the winner, and the others are just pitiful runners-up. Even if someone does reach the finish line early, you will not be allowed to finish the race, let alone receive a prize.

Finally, the organizer gave an explanation: this competition is mainly held for the sake of having fun for the sons who will be born in a few years and will not be able to participate in the competition until 20 years later (the final right of interpretation belongs to us).

It's outrageous that her mother opened the door for her. It's outrageous to the extreme!

"It's really not that important to arrive at Raftel. Maybe we won't get anything, and everyone will just get a laugh. Captain, I still prefer more practical benefits."

"ha??"

Franky was stunned. Why did he feel that Captain Gol had been to the final island and already knew what was there? Wealth, fame, and power? What the hell was "laughing ha ha"?

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"Something more important than the historical text of the road sign? Captain Gill, what exactly are you looking for? Would you mind telling us?"

Vegapunk couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Of course I can. Not only will it be convenient for me to tell you, but I'll also need your help to find it!"

Gel didn't keep the suspense any longer and immediately took out two blueprints and said.

"Hehe, Franky, do you know this thing?"

"What is this? PLU TON? Is this a blueprint for something?"

Franky looked at the words on the cover and asked in confusion.

Gel nodded. It seemed that Tom had not taken out the Pluto blueprint to show to the two young disciples before.

"Pluto!??"

Vegapunk repeated it with a frown, then his eyes began to widen.

"This is the design drawing that Mr. Tom, as the best shipbuilder in the Seven Waters City, is qualified to inherit, and he needs to protect and pass it on with his life! Mr. Tom gave it to me, and now I am passing it on to you."

"Hey, hey, hey! Captain, don't talk as if Mr. Tom is gone and you are going to die soon!"

Franky interrupted.

"Don't talk nonsense, kid! My happy sex life hasn't even officially started yet! How could it be impossible for me to fail?"

Gur said angrily.

"Captain, I have devoted myself to my career and have worked hard for so long, just to wait for you to grow up and each of you can take charge of your own affairs. Then I can sit back and relax and enjoy a leisurely retirement life! So you all have to work hard!"

Gel rubbed little Franky's head and said with a look of longing.

"Hey, Captain, I'm glad you're okay. I told you that you're a good person. Good people will live a long life and become spirits."

Franky flattered him with a silly smile.

The corners of Gel's mouth twitched, and he thought to himself that if he couldn't speak, he should really say less.

"Okay, stop interrupting me, you little brat."

Gel slapped Franky on the back of the head and continued.

"What I have in my hand is the design drawing of one of the legendary ancient weapons, Pluto the God of Hell."

"Nani? Ancient weapons!!"

Vegapunk and Franky said in unison.

"Captain, can you show me?" x2

"Yes, this is the ancient weapon Pluto, which is said to be able to destroy the world with one shot. Here, one copy for each of you. If that's not enough, there are more. You can study it when you have time."

As Gel spoke, he casually threw the drawing in his hand over.

"Ah! Huh?"

The two were shocked and hurriedly reached out to catch it, then checked the drawings in their hands in a panic to see if they were damaged.

If he wasn't the captain, I would really want to beat him up. How could such a valuable blueprint be thrown away like that?

"Really? Captain, you have this good stuff in your hands, why didn't you take it out for me to study earlier?"

Vegapunk complained as he excitedly flipped through the book in his hand.

"Of course there was a reason why I didn't give it to you before. Okay, don't study it for now. Wait until you see the real thing and then take a closer look at it."

"Real things? Captain, what does this mean?"

"Hey, hey! Literally."

Gel stretched out his right index finger, pointed at the ground and said.

"That's right! The real ancient weapon Pluto is actually buried underground in Wano Country!"

"Nani??"

"Ancient weapons? Right here?"

Vegapunk and Franky suddenly felt that the design drawings in their hands were no longer interesting.

Ger nodded and continued.

"Yes, according to the current information, Pluto is indeed hiding under Wano Country, but I don't know whether it is true or not, and I don't know where the exact location is. We can only go and look for it together."

"Soga, Captain, you already knew that the real Pluto still existed in the world. No wonder you didn't give me the blueprints to study and build it before."

Vegapunk closed the Pluto blueprint and said.

"Uh... that's not the case. This blueprint was created by the shipbuilders who built Pluto eight hundred years ago. They thought that this super battleship was too dangerous."

"They were worried that if the battleship they built with their own hands accidentally fell into the hands of bad people one day, it would bring an irreversible disaster to the world. So they secretly kept the design drawings and passed them down from generation to generation among the top shipbuilders. The original intention was that if that day really came, future generations could use the advanced technology in the drawings to rebuild a new super battleship to compete with Pluto, the god of the underworld."

"I see."

"And the reason why I didn't show you the blueprints is because I had no intention of creating the ancient weapon Pluto. In my opinion, any ancient weapon is ultimately just an emotionless external object. It's too cold. Even if I screwed it out one screw at a time with my own hands, it will still fire at me without hesitation if it falls into the hands of the enemy."

"Huh? If that's the case, then why did you come here to look for Pluto, the god of the underworld?"

Barrett asked with a frown on his face.

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