Gawain frowned slightly.
Alabasta's Nanohana city has been allocated to Robin by Cobra as the venue for the future Martial Arts Tournament.
That old fox, Cobra, made a shrewd move.
The harbor already needed to be rebuilt, but by allocating it over, he saved a large sum of money while having the city rebuild at the same time.
But Gawain didn't mind. After all, he was partly at fault.
But the important thing is.
As long as the second Martial Arts Tournament is half-successful in Alabasta, the entire first half of the Grand Line and even the four seas will be boiling because of it, and the resulting peripheral gambling revenue alone would be astronomical.
To give up that profit now?
Gawain is not stupid.
Although he doesn't know the identity of that person, he has such a sharp vision, and he is definitely not a small figure.
Several familiar names suddenly popped up in Gawain's mind, but unfortunately, these are not people who can threaten Gawain.
The only people who can threaten Gawain in this era are the World Government and the four emperors of the sea, no, the three emperors.
Most of Big Mom's fleet was lost in the battle at Water 7. Even if she has escaped, the problem facing her now has long changed from how to expand to how to defend the existing territory.
Kaido stayed entrenched in Wano, barely taking any action in recent years.
Whitebeard and Red-Haired wouldn't do something like this; their ambitions lay elsewhere.
As for the other small fry... Gawain would crush them one by one!
"Giving up the betting rights now is like letting someone cut meat off our bones."
"Refuse them."
Gaza was still a little worried: "What if this provokes someone from the New World..."
"Gaza, we are the big guys now; they should consider the consequences of provoking me instead!"
"Yes, Mr. Gawain!"
Gaza's tone was obviously a few points higher, and there was an indescribable excitement.
She had already learned from Nami and others what Gawain had done, and her admiration for Gawain in her heart could not be described in words.
As long as this man stood behind Raven Harbor, all the storms would calm down!
Gaza had such an intuition!
"Yeah."
Gawain nodded and continued: "If anything happens in the East Blue, notify me as soon as possible."
"I will!"
… … ...
"He refused?!"
At the Gran Tesoro, Gild Tesoro sat in the office, playing with the ring on his finger, with a hint of surprise in his eyes: "No room for maneuver?"
Baccarat shook her head, with a hint of unwillingness and helplessness in her eyes.
"Do they see the hidden interests behind it?"
Gild Tesoro stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyebrows: "Sure enough, this kind of existence that can defeat the former legend is not so easy to fool."
Even if the World Government has covered up, it is not difficult for Gild Tesoro to find out the war that took place in Water 7.
Gawain killed Golden Lion head-on!
Even the four emperors in the New World couldn't claim such a feat, let alone Gild Tesoro.
He couldn't afford to provoke Gawain.
But he also didn't want to give up such massive profits.
The office fell into silence.
Gild Tesoro's original plan wasn't to take full control of the betting rights immediately; this was just a bargaining tactic.
But he didn't expect to not have a chance to even negotiate.
"Since we can't attack him head-on, let's attack him from the side. Who is cooperating with him now?"
"Also... Find Gawain's contact information!"
"I'll talk to him in person."
… … …
A few days later, the nearly endless glaciers spread to the harbor.
The busy dock workers were cleaning the floating ice on the sea, but their movements stopped the next moment.
Because on the distant ice, a swarm of people, like ants, emerged and grew, eventually forming a massive group.
"We... are here!"
A cheer suddenly broke out in the survivors' camp, like a drop of cold water in hot oil.
Some people looked excited and bowed their heads to kiss the ice under their feet.
Some people also collapsed on the spot, crying loudly, and wantonly venting the emotions that had been pent up in their hearts for a long time.
They all looked like madmen.
"Hahahahahaha..."
"The Water 7 is gone, but I'm still alive, alive... There's hope as long as I'm alive!"
"That disaster, the nightmare that lasted for months, is finally over, but I've lost everything."
"But now we finally have hope again..."
… … ...
"These emotions, these voices, must have been accumulated in their hearts for a long time."
Fujitora looked at the out-of-control crowd around him and instinctively gripped the sword at his waist.
If the Marines had taken action at the first opportunity given, instead of doing nothing, these people would not have experienced such a long nightmare.
In the end, there would not be only tens of thousands of people who survived.
Gawain nodded: "They are all... ordinary people."
He said this many times, but every time, he could feel a new weight.
The arrival of the survivors soon caused a commotion in the harbor, and the guards blocked everyone from leaving, fearing that this was an attack by pirates.
After all, the dense crowd that spread to the end of the sight was too many, even more than the total population of the island.
Soon, however, the lord of the harbor ordered the guards to let them go and even marked an area around the harbor for these survivors to settle down.
It's not that the lord is kind, but he saw Gawain in the lead.
This place is only a few hundred miles away from Water 7. There was no way he wouldn't have heard what had happened there.
The name of White Knight Gawain spread around Water 7, and is basically equivalent to the four emperors.
He knows what to provoke and what not to provoke.
Under the arrangement of Paulie and others, everyone soon entered the temporary camp in an orderly manner.
Tents were set up one by one, and the warm soup and bread relieved everyone's fatigue and gradually relaxed their tense hearts.
Gawain and his party immediately chose a large enough ship in the harbor and prepared to leave.
After all, there is only so much he can do for these survivors.
The biggest crisis has passed, and these survivors still have a long life, and the next road can only rely on themselves.
… … ...
The next morning, in the harbor.
A cargo ship was about to set sail.
Gawain stood at the bow, facing the distant crowd of survivors who had come to see them off.
The crowd stirred, and excited voices filled with gratitude rang out from time to time.
Fujitora also stood among the people, waving to Gawain.
He had decided to stay temporarily and do what he could for these ordinary people who had survived the war.
Gawain had expected this, so he just nodded to Fujitora.
But there were also things that Gawain didn't expect.
Paulie, who had always said that he wanted to build that fantasy warship, and even the shipwrights of the Galley-La Company, also appeared in the farewell team.
But after thinking about it, Gawain also understood why they made such a choice.
The people of the Galley-La Company are different from the Franky Family.
They are all direct followers supported by Iceburg. Their feelings for the Water 7 are much deeper than those of the Franky Family, and it is even more impossible for them to choose to abandon these people and leave alone at this time.
It is reasonable to make the current choice.
"Paulie?!"
Franky looked at Paulie in the distance, puzzled for a moment: "Didn't you say you would come with me to bring that fantasy warship into reality?!"