One Piece: Please Call Me Godfather!

Reinhardt prefers heroes, but he is also unwilling to become one.

Heroes are those who forget themselves for others, but he just wants to forget himself for those within his people.

Francklin is a hero today, saving the village of Cocoyashi, saving more than twenty surrounding villages, and thousands of common people—truly a great hero.

At this moment, he is surrounded by a group of extremely excited villagers in the center, looking a little awkward. His face is stiff, and he doesn't know where to place his hands to strike a pose.

How long has it been?

How long has it been since he's felt this way?

This feeling—of being revered because of saving others?

Francklin feels an invisible force stirring inside him.

Reinhardt smiles with his eyes narrowed, watching this scene.

Francklin is truly a very good person.

He still has a sense of justice in his heart, yet is filled with sorrow and failure, leaving his heart in pain.

He is somewhat cautious, but he can't suppress the desire to rise up within him.

Outwardly indifferent, but in reality, he is quite enjoying the feeling of being revered by others.

This kind of person is like a stray dog—initially baring its teeth, but once fed a few pieces of meat, it comes to him drawn by the smell.

"Thank you so much, Colonel Francklin, you have saved us!"

Genzo, looking at the group of fishmen brought back to the warship, tears streaming down his face, couldn't help but shake Francklin's hand continuously.

The Arlong Pirates have finally been destroyed, and they, at last, have gained their freedom!

"The village is preparing to hold a banquet in your honor. Please be sure to attend!"

Francklin instinctively looked at Reinhardt, as according to the Navy's code, this was not allowed.

But Reinhardt smiled and said, "Isn't this great? Accepting the gratitude of others is also a kind of courtesy."

The Saint Cao Kiet never sought any reward, yet little did he know that this inadvertently made those he helped feel guilty.

Thus, the grand banquet began.

The villagers of Cocoyashi, along with others who had heard the news and brought various supplies, despite their poverty, managed to create a lively banquet.

The Navy, especially Francklin, was undoubtedly the main character, surrounded by numerous villagers who took turns expressing their gratitude and respect.

Tonight, whether it was the ordinary Navy soldiers, the officers, or even Francklin himself, all had flushed faces, drinking comfortably.

Flattery was definitely the best side dish.

Reinhardt seemed like an outsider, silently watching everything. Tonight, the main character was not him, so he didn't need to overshadow the hosts.

Time quickly passed to the next day. After a night of revelry, the entire village was in chaos.

The ground was strewn with people, both villagers and Navy soldiers, with Francklin himself even hugging a sailor's leg, sleeping soundly.

"Get up, Colonel Francklin."

Reinhardt used his telekinesis to lift Francklin, shaking him awake.

"Uh—Godfather?"

Francklin opened his sleepy eyes in confusion and asked, "What's up?"

He had stayed up too late yesterday, and now he was struggling.

Reinhardt released the telekinesis and gently set Francklin back on the ground. He then calmly gazed out at the distant sea. "Francklin, do you know? In my brief life at sea, I've learned many things, but there's one lesson that I feel will benefit me for life."

"What is it?" Francklin was still a bit hazy.

"Be careful."

Reinhardt turned to look at Francklin, his gaze tranquil. "No matter what, you must always be careful. Children can be naive, but we must be careful, right?"

The dark, heavy feeling from the drunkenness immediately dissipated. Francklin instantly sobered up and quickly said,

"Yes, yes, of course. Last night was the last time, I swear."

"You don't need to swear, my friend. This is just a small suggestion I made out of friendship. If you accept it, that's good. As a friend, I naturally hope you become better."

Reinhardt smiled contentedly and nodded, then said, "But now that you're awake, prepare for the second course."

"Second course of vegetables?"

Francklin immediately became alert. The first course was the Arlong Pirate crew, which was already a significant contribution.

But what about the second course?

How delicious could it be?

If it's something like the Arlong Pirates, then rising to General is truly not far off.

Reinhardt pointed to the distant sea, "Isn't it coming?"

On the sea, a warship was rapidly approaching.

A warship?

Where did this warship come from?

Francklin was a bit surprised, but then quickly realized, "It's him!!"

Colonel Mouse was burning with anxiety.

He had suddenly received news last night that the Arlong Pirates had been wiped out by a group of Navy soldiers.

He immediately understood, this was a huge problem!

What if his connections with the fishmen were exposed? What should he do?

He would be executed by firing squad!

How could he sit still after that? He called his subordinates to gather in the dead of night and head this way.

There was still a chance.

As long as he could make the fishmen group keep quiet, he would be fine!

The warship quickly reached the shore, and while the subordinates finished setting up the ship's deck, Mouse couldn't wait and took his subordinates down.

What needed to be done now was to maintain a good relationship with the Navy that had wiped out the Arlong Pirates. If any fishmen survived, he would test whether they knew about his connection with them.

If they didn't, then he would find a way to silence the fishmen!

As soon as they disembarked, Mouse saw a Navy squad approaching, led by a tall man with a large sabre.

Mouse's pupils contracted instantly.

No wonder they were able to eliminate the Arlong Pirates. This was none other than Francklin, the Colonel from the Loguetown headquarters.

Although both of them held the rank of Colonel, one was from the headquarters and the other from a branch, which made a huge difference in influence.

Although Mouse was startled, his face still displayed a bright smile. "I was wondering who could handle the Arlong Pirates, turns out it's Francklin—"

Francklin quickly stepped forward, completely ignoring Mouse's words. His sabre retracted, and the hard scabbard immediately struck Mouse's face, deforming the cowardly man's face and sending him flying, spinning as he hit the ground.

"Don't talk nonsense, Mouse! You've colluded with the Arlong Pirates, causing harm to this region! I, Francklin, the Colonel of the headquarters, am here to arrest you! Prepare to face the military tribunal!"

The incident had occurred.

So this was the opportunity that had arrived at his doorstep.

As Mouse flew through the air, a thought flashed through his mind before everything went black, and he completely lost consciousness.

As for his subordinates, the sailors who heard Francklin's name didn't dare to move. They kept their eyes down and minds focused.

They knew very well what kind of virtue their Colonel had.

No rescue, no mercy.

"Drop your weapons!" Francklin shouted as he noticed the sailors.

This branch was done for; could these sailors still be anything good?

The sailors, sensing the situation, promptly dropped their weapons. They didn't dare to challenge him.

"Hmm? What's this?"

At that moment, from the crowd of onlookers, a figure with a tangerine-colored head rushed forward.

Reinhardt smiled. "After all, Mouse, the little cat has finally come home."