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After all, Dr. Ashie created pure gold because Olga's illness was incurable at the time.
The radiation emitted by pure gold can keep a person's body in the same state as when they were wearing pure gold.
Ashie wanted to prolong her daughter's life in this way.
It must be said that the power of parents' love for their children is immense.
This guy actually managed to create pure gold using a rudimentary laboratory.
Olga, who was crying, was nearly choked by Blake's sudden sway, and naturally lost her composure.
When Blake put her down, the child looked blank, as if she had forgotten what had just happened.
Dr. Fran finally rushed out from behind the women.
He stumbled and fell to Ashie, his hands trembling as he tried to grab something.
His face was a mixture of unbelievable elation, twenty years of bitterness, and an almost reverent awe:
"Dr...Doctor...Dr. Mischina Ashie!"
"It really is you! Oh my god, am I dreaming!"
"Hahahaha..."
Dr. Fran's words began to lose their logic, and various thoughts surged uncontrollably:
"Twenty years! I knew it! I knew those legends were true!"
"Energy spectral decay model...and the catalytic medium mentioned in your manuscript...I know it all..."
He was a little incoherent.
Attempting to simultaneously express respect and recount the hardships of the pursuit, all of this intertwines into an unstoppable torrent of emotion:
"That incomplete reverse derivation formula...it took me fifteen years to figure it out..."
"No! That's not what I meant! I meant..."
"My God, you're still alive!"
"My detector, it can find you!"
"No, it's pure gold... I really..."
Dr. Ashie, who was caught off guard by his sudden enthusiasm, shrank back in surprise, looking somewhat bewildered.
Looking at the excited, incoherent stranger before him, he forced a Stella-esque fake smile and blurted out instinctively:
"That's...that's wonderful!"
His tone was full of uncertainty, clearly indicating that he didn't understand the situation.
In the end, I could only cautiously ask the most crucial question, following the other person's fragmented words:
"Um...may I ask you something?"
Asiye slightly raised his hand, pointing to Dr. Fran, who was almost leaning on him:
"Who are you?"
Chapter 155 I'm Going to Demolish Your House
After some explanation, Ashie finally understood the current situation.
He never expected that a scientist with extraordinary talent would search for him for twenty years because of a legend.
They also invented a detector capable of detecting radiation from pure gold.
In fact, if it were just the pure gold that Asiye produced, Dr. Fran's detector might not have been effective.
After all, he originally intended to treat his daughter's illness, and didn't actually produce much pure gold.
But this giant lanternfish has lived for who knows how many years.
Its mission is to devour pure gold; over the years, it has accumulated enough pure gold to form a giant lantern on its head.
Only then can it be detected by Dr. Fran's detector.
It can be said that luck and skill are both indispensable.
Seeing that their conversation had come to an end, Blake stepped forward:
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Ashie."
“My name is Hilbert Black, you can call me Saint Black.”
“Blake…Saint?”
Asiye's expression, which had relaxed slightly due to Dr. Fran's reverence, froze the moment he heard the title.
His pupils contracted sharply, and he silently took a few steps toward Olga, his voice lowering, tinged with instinctive defensiveness:
"World Noble... are you here for pure gold too?"
Blake nodded calmly, a smile still on his face:
"However, compared to pure gold that can be obtained at any time, I am more concerned about you, the doctor who can create pure gold."
"You want me to make pure gold for you? No way! I will never make that kind of harmful stuff again!"
Upon hearing Blake's words, Ashie instinctively glanced in her daughter's direction.
He took a deep breath, forced himself to look directly at this world nobleman, and repeated in a firm tone:
"I will never manufacture pure gold again."
His voice was not loud, but exceptionally clear, and his fingers were clenched into a fist.
"It's alright, Doctor."
Blake's smile remained unchanged, and his tone even carried a hint of comfort:
"I'm more curious about the people who created it than about the pure gold that's readily available."
He looked up at the direction of the light source:
"The light source on the lanternfish's head is already large enough."
"It's almost a waste of the ability to live forever."
Blake shrugged:
"After all, this world doesn't need too many people with super long lifespans."
He took a step forward, looking down at Asiye as if discussing a given fact:
"But I am indeed a greedy person!"
"Anything precious should be in my hands!"
Even if it's of no use to me.
Blake reached out and placed his hand on Asiye's shoulder:
"What I want now is the ability to 'make pure gold'."
"Things will eventually run out or become old."
"But those who master the manufacturing methods can create miracles indefinitely."
As Blake's hand landed, Asiye's body visibly trembled.
Every word the other person said echoed clearly in his mind, and he understood completely.
The person before me claims to be greedy, but what he is revealing now is something deeper, something more fundamental—?
That kind of unquestionable arrogance that takes everything for granted!
He doesn't allow any refusal, not out of anger, but because of a deeper understanding—
The moment you declare, "This is what I need," ownership is already established.
Asiye looked at the young, polite, yet undeniable face before him.
The other person's eyes held only a calm, self-assured certainty.
"Of course……"
Blake released his hand from Ashie's shoulder, his voice light and cheerful:
"I don't need you to help me make pure gold for the time being."
"And we'll dispose of this fish when we leave."
"If it were to chase me all over the world, the whole world would probably know that I have the pure gold."
"Even the Lantern Master..."
Asiye and Olga both wore expressions of disbelief.
It's clear that after living inside the lanternfish for over two hundred years, they seem to have come to regard this fish as something akin to a religion.
Blake waved his hand, indicating that it was not an important matter.
Then he brought Olga to Ashie:
“You and your daughter haven’t seen each other for over two hundred years. You must have a lot to say. You can take this opportunity to have a good chat.”
"While you're at it, see if there's anything that needs packing."
“I’ve been here too long.”
"Huh? Does that mean I can sneak away?"
Blake had just put Olga on the ground when he heard this truly honest remark, and his eye twitched involuntarily.
Asiye quickly covered her daughter's mouth, gave Blake a smirk, and led her daughter into the depths of the forest.
Hancock stepped forward and put her arm around Blake's arm.
"Lord Black Saint, should I keep an eye on them?"
Blake shook his head:
"No need. If they're really stupid enough to think they can escape under these circumstances, that would be incredibly disappointing."
"Ignore them, you all enjoy exploring this island!"
"I don't know when this island was swallowed by the lanternfish, but it still looks like it has retained its original appearance."
Perona jumped up and swung her fist, then grabbed Kella and Rami and ran into the depths of the forest.
Blake glanced at her and realized that the little girl wasn't as stupid as he had imagined.
At least she knew to bring along Keira, who was quite capable, as a bodyguard.
The others also formed teams and entered the dense forest, beginning their free exploration.
Only Stella stayed behind, helping Blake set up the table and chairs and starting to make tea.
Dr. Fran glanced in the direction the Ashie and her father had left, but ultimately did not follow.
Although he's a bit of a goofball, he's still quite sensible.
The father and daughter were catching up and having a private chat; what kind of outsider would he be to interfere?
Time was not discernible from the lanternfish's body, but about two hours later, just as Blake was growing slightly impatient, Ashie finally returned with Olga.
I don't know where they changed their clothes, but Ashie was finally no longer wearing that cartoon dinosaur costume.
Both of them had red eyes, clearly having cried more than once.
Black was fully aware of the misunderstanding between the two, and even without using his Observation Haki to observe, he could roughly guess what they were talking about.
Seeing that the two of them had recovered completely, Blake knew that the misunderstanding between them had been cleared up.
"So, Doctor, have you made up your mind?"
Dr. Ashley looked up at Blake, his expression a mixture of helplessness and resignation.
He spread his hands and said in a self-deprecating tone:
"You're planning to kill Lord Lantern and destroy our homes. If we don't go with you, are we supposed to stay here and be buried with you?"
He patted the basilisk lizard that had somehow returned beside him and sighed.