One Piece: Please Call Me Godfather!

Reinhardt was lying down with his head towards the sun, when the door to the room was suddenly knocked. After receiving his permission, several female servants opened the door and entered. One went to adjust the bed, two came to help him dress, and another served him by washing his face.

Although it had been five years since he had last experienced such service, Reinhardt did not feel uncomfortable, calmly enjoying the moment.

It must be said, feudalism certainly has enough allure to corrupt people.

Once dressed in a neat suit, a female servant carefully placed a medal on Reinhardt's chest, representing the Ulysses family's Purple Rose medal.

The Purple Rose symbolized brotherly harmony and family beauty.

This was exactly what the head of the Ulysses family had hoped for in the past.

When Reinhardt arrived at the dining room, the servants had already prepared the meal, which was laid out in a long line on the table. The colorful food gave off a fragrant aroma, and the careful butler and respectful attendants stood by the side.

"Father."

Led by the butler, all the servants turned to face Reinhardt and bowed their heads.

The family wasn't large, but the rules were numerous.

Reinhardt was accustomed to this and didn't mind. He sat down at the dining table, tied a napkin around his neck, and prepared to begin eating.

"Let Uncle Jackson join me for the meal."

After a moment of silence, Reinhardt suddenly spoke.

"..."

The butler was slightly taken aback, not sure why Reinhardt would know that Jackson was waiting outside the dining room. However, as a professional butler who had served the Ulysses family for decades, he nodded gently, did not respond, and silently walked to the door of the dining room to open it.

Soon, Jackson came in, following behind him.

When Jackson sat down opposite Reinhardt, he didn't hold back, grabbing his knife and fork and eating rapidly, speaking in a disorganized manner, "This morning, the Navy came to greet us, telling us not to cause a disturbance."

Reinhardt wiped his mouth and replied, "It seems our Colonel is quite reasonable."

The implication was that they could fight, but it shouldn't affect the ordinary people's lives.

"So, do we have to wait until night?" Jackson asked. "The personnel are ready."

Reinhardt cut a piece of perfectly grilled smoked salted pork loin, smiling as he said, "No rush, let's eat first. The chef will handle it, and after thinking for a moment, everything still tastes like the usual delicacies."

"Mr. Sidley, could you thank the head chef for me?"

"Of course," the butler slightly bowed behind him. "Old Rona will be very pleased."

Jackson praised, "The old Godfather always said we should thank those who provide us with assistance. Rein, you've become a proper gentleman."

Reinhardt smiled.

This was because, in terms of gratitude, words of thanks were the cheapest form of compensation.

Halfway through breakfast, the door to the dining room was suddenly pushed open, and a middle-aged man, breathing heavily, rushed in.

Sidley, the butler, raised an eyebrow and stepped forward to block him, saying, "Mr. Connor, the Godfather is currently having his meal."

"Does it matter so much now?" The man pushed Sidley aside, took a deep breath, straightened up, and bowed towards Reinhardt, saying,

"Respectful greetings, Godfather. I've come to report that the Black Claw began preparing a ship team on the northern beach last night. They're now starting to gather there, probably planning to escape!"

The man's name was Connor, a member of a noble family, in charge of intelligence matters, and a long-time trusted assistant of the old Godfather.

"What?" Jackson was shocked. "Well, after seeing the Godfather's strength, it's not surprising that Wolf would choose to flee. Godfather, what should we do?"

Reinhardt seemed to ignore everything, slowly continuing to eat his meal.

Connor couldn't help but speak up, "Godfather? If we don't take action, Wolf will escape!"

"Impatience is, in reality, a self-doubt about one's own abilities."

Reinhardt smiled and said, "I've always been very confident in myself."

Connor fell silent.

After Reinhardt slowly finished his breakfast, more than ten minutes had passed.

"Godfather, can we take action now?"

Connor immediately said urgently, "We need to act quickly, or Black Claw will really escape! If we let them speak out now, it will truly bring endless harm!"

"Be quiet, Connor!" Jackson raised an eyebrow, reprimanding him. "Don't interfere with the Godfather's decision."

In a family, having one person make the decision is enough.

Reinhardt chuckled, "There's no need to be so serious, Uncle Jackson. When dealing with family, we should adopt a more gentle attitude."

Only then did Connor's expression relax slightly. "Then, Godfather—?"

"Let's go. After enjoying, we'll handle the necessary tasks."

Reinhardt stood up and stretched his tired back.

Connor hurriedly said, "Godfather, I've gathered the personnel."

"No need," Reinhardt replied.

Reinhardt casually waved his hand, "At least in this world, the saying that unity is strength doesn't apply."

Jackson imagined that his Godfather, with his Devil Fruit-like powers, had wiped out over a hundred members of Black Claw in an instant the day before. With such combat capabilities, calling for reinforcements was unnecessary; one person alone could solve all the enemies.

So he said, "Then I'll go prepare the carriage immediately."

Reinhardt stopped him, "We'll go directly."

"Go directly? What do you mean?" Both of them were a little confused by Reinhardt's words. Was he suggesting they just walk over?

"Exactly as I said, we'll go directly."

Reinhardt's body flew up. It wasn't just him—Jackson and Connor were also lifted into the air simultaneously.

"What's this? What is happening—?"

Jackson felt his body being pulled up by an invisible force. It wasn't that he was flying; it was that this force had lifted him.

This was simply the use of telekinesis, and flying or even carrying people while flying was not a difficult task for Reinhardt.

"Alright, let's go."

In the next moment, the doors of the restaurant naturally opened, and Reinhardt led the others out with a flash.

"Safe travels," Sidley, the butler, said, bowing slightly.

The three of them continued moving forward through the estate. All the doors along the way opened automatically, and after they passed through the main gates, Reinhardt and his companions soared straight into the sky.

Looking down at Loguetown from above, it was indeed a new kind of experience.

However, Jackson and Connor didn't feel excited; their faces were pale.

There was no helping it. Reinhardt's flying speed was somewhat exaggerated. In just a short time, the northern beach of Loguetown was already right before them.

Reinhardt spotted the Black Claw boats by the shore, looking like ants, transporting goods. It was easy to see Wolf, standing on one of the boats, directing the operation.

Reinhardt grinned, and with Jackson and Connor, descended from the sky and landed on a small hill by the beach. With a slight smile, he said, "Mr. Wolf, good morning. I've come as agreed to kill you."