Chapter 159

Chapter 159: Chapter 159

The next morning, Carl came to Garling's bedroom for breakfast.

Garling was wearing the same pajamas as Carl, in stark contrast to Carl, who was neatly dressed.

Seeing Carl, Garling smiled and said, "Here, I'll have the servants bring breakfast up."

Carl blinked. He was a little uncomfortable with Garling being so gentle.

A servant came over and pulled out a chair. After Garling sat down, he looked up at Carl, who was still standing, and asked in confusion,

"Carl, why are you just standing there? Sit down and eat."

"Um, Uncle Garling, you're acting a little weird today."

Garling's face turned serious, and he said in a deep voice, "What nonsense are you talking about? Sit down and eat."

"Okay!"

After they sat down, a team of servants rushed in and placed the exquisite dishes neatly on the table. For ordinary people, it was unimaginable that a breakfast could be this extravagant.

Once everything was arranged, the servants bowed deeply, not daring to raise their heads as they retreated. Only when they reached the door did they turn around and leave.

A pair of gold-plated chopsticks were placed in front of Carl. The servants of the Figarland family knew their young master did not like using knives and forks.

Carl picked up a piece of exquisite dessert with his chopsticks and put it into his mouth. While eating, he said, "Hmm, not sweet..."

Garling raised his eyebrows. "Not sweet? I'll have the chef who made this dessert dragged out and dealt with."

Carl was stunned. On Earth, saying a dessert wasn't sweet was a compliment. Garling had obviously misunderstood.

He waved his hand. "No, no, no, I mean the sweetness is just right. I like it."

"Oh, I'm glad you like it. When you go back, take this chef with you and have him cook for you every day."

"No need, Uncle Garling. I still prefer Jessica's cooking."

Garling didn't say anything more. He rested his chin on his hand and looked at Carl quietly.

Carl couldn't eat under his gaze. He put down his chopsticks.

"Uncle Garling, why are you just looking at me? Aren't you going to eat?"

Garling's mouth curled into a smile, and he actually looked... tender.

He sighed. "I just think it's great to have a nephew like you."

Garling's sudden tenderness made Carl's back stiffen. He didn't know how to respond and just stared at Garling.

The uncle and nephew looked at each other in silence, the atmosphere growing awkward. In the end, Garling coughed twice and changed the subject.

"By the way, you haven't told me about Saint Ancestor Casillas yet. Is he still in the Demon Sword Muramasa?"

Carl answered honestly. "No, he's no longer alive, but it was indeed my ancestor who saved me. That was the last bit of will he left. I said that yesterday to scare Warcury so he wouldn't keep going against our family."

Garling sighed softly. "I see."

Carl then told Garling what had happened in the dark space. Garling was incredulous after hearing it.

"The ancestor believed the power of the Dark-Dark Fruit isn't complete yet?"

Carl nodded. "Yes, but that's just his guess. We'll only know for sure after I completely absorb the Blood-Blood Fruit's power."

As he spoke, Carl rolled up his sleeve and showed his arm to Garling.

They continued discussing for a while until the Den Den Mushi in Carl's arms rang.

Carl took out the receiver and answered. Vegapunk's voice came through.

"Saint Carl, do you have time to come over now? Stussy should be waking up."

"Oh? Okay, I'll be there right away."

Carl hung up the Den Den Mushi and briefly told Garling about Stussy before using Kamui to go directly to Vegapunk.

Upon entering the institute, Carl easily found Vegapunk with his powerful hearing.

When Vegapunk saw Carl, his expression was as if he had seen a ghost. Carl asked directly,

"Take me to Stussy. By the way, where are Borsalino and Kuma?"

Vegapunk wanted to ask how Carl got there but suppressed his curiosity and responded,

"They aren't here every day. When there's nothing to do, Borsalino takes Kuma out for a walk. I don't know where they're traveling now."

"Okay, do they know about Stussy?"

"No, only a few high-ranking World Government officials know. Besides them, only Caesar and I are aware."

"Good. Let's go."

Carl picked up Vegapunk and teleported to Stussy's laboratory.

Once there, he put down Vegapunk, who was still dazed, and walked to the glass container holding Stussy.

Compared to last time, Stussy's face was much rosier, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she was about to wake up any second.

Vegapunk shook his large head, looking a little unsteady as he stepped beside Carl.

"Saint Carl, Stussy's consciousness has gradually recovered. Even without me, she would wake up soon."

Carl nodded. "Then let her wake up. She's slept long enough."

Vegapunk immediately went to the operating table and adjusted the controls. The solution in the glass container drained quickly, and a hood lowered over Stussy's head.

A few weak arcs of electricity emerged from the hood, making Stussy's body tremble slightly.

Beep, beep, beep!

An electronic sound rang out, a green light lit up on the hood, and the glass cover slowly opened.

Stussy lowered her head as she stepped away from the mechanical hood.

She opened her eyes, revealing a pair of sky-blue pupils. She looked dazed after just waking up, her arms still crossed over her chest.

Vegapunk called out her name. Stussy glanced at him stiffly but quickly looked away, her gaze falling on Carl.

The moment she saw him, her eyes seemed to light up. She walked toward Carl barefoot.

Though she was only a few steps away, her movements were unsteady, like a baby learning to walk. She stumbled, and with the solution still on her feet, she slipped after just two steps—falling naked into Carl's arms.

Carl caught her as she slowly raised her head from his chest.

The first words she spoke were,

"Master..."