A Better Slave Than a Giant!

While Raymond de Saint and Saint Rosward were exchanging sarcastic remarks, Vidal's gaze secretly swept over the surroundings.

The open meadow in this grove is furnished with dozens of elegant tables and chairs that perfectly match the environment, and the tables are laden with various drinks and desserts. There are also shelves filled with all kinds of hot food in the center, and the aroma in the air comes from there.

He estimated that there were about a hundred Celestial Dragons present, including men, women, and children. Their gazes toward him were either curious, arrogant, or appraising.

But Vidal's attention quickly swept over them and landed on the slaves kneeling on the ground around him, heads bowed, with a Holy Guard Army soldier standing upright behind each of them.

The most distinctive feature of these slaves was their individuality. Besides their physique and appearance, the most striking aspect was their diverse ethnicities.

Fish-Man, Skypieans, Longleg Tribe, Longarm Tribe, Snake-Neck Tribe, and even a Giant Tribe lying in the distance. Although he also had his head down, Vidal could clearly see his numb expression and the complete lack of emotion in his eyes.

He realized that most of these strong slaves from various races were likely the mounts of these Celestial Dragons, equivalent to luxury cars in this world.

At this moment, a servant who looked slightly higher in rank than a slave pushed over a chair that was clearly different from the others, though it was equally magnificent in terms of material and craftsmanship.

He didn't care about this deliberate discrimination; no matter how popular he was among the Celestial Dragons, he could never truly be treated equally.

But as soon as he sat down, a beautiful melody began to play, finally creating a party atmosphere. The Celestial Dragons around him became even more enthusiastic, as they were very familiar with and enjoyed this environment.

"Rear Admiral Vidal, let me introduce you." Raymond de Saint seemed pleased. He picked up his wine glass and pointed with his left hand to the Celestial Dragons seated to his right, saying, "This is Saint Julius of the Sheffield Family."

"Hello." Vidal smiled and nodded.

"Your Imperial Way is quite good, but I prefer your Road Sealing service. It means I no longer have to see those filthy lowlifes when I stroll around Sabaody."

This Saint Julius looked to be in his thirties, with reddish-brown hair, but also sported the same cone-shaped hairstyle common to Celestial Dragons.

However, none of the Celestial Dragons present wore bubbles on their heads, or rather, none of them did. After all, this was the Holy Land Mary Geoise, where there were no so-called untouchables, only slaves.

"I'm glad to have your approval, and I suggest that Saint Julius go to other places later, and also instruct the local nobles to send troops to clear the area first."

"Because in my opinion, the outcasts of Sabaody are at least closer to the Holy Land, so they are somewhat cleaner, while the outcasts of those kingdoms are truly filthy, and if you come into contact with them too much, you are likely to pick up their stench."

Vidal appeared to look down on regions outside the Sabaody Archipelago, but his words were exactly what the Celestial Dragons wanted to hear, and they nodded repeatedly in agreement.

In their eyes, even the royal families and nobles of the Affiliated Nation were nothing more than that; at most, they only had the right to stand and speak to them, let alone the commoners of the Affiliated Nation.

"Saint Julius, Raymond de Saint, tell me, am I right? Do you all need the kneeling worship of those lowly people from the Affiliated Nation?"

"It is an immense honor for them to kneel before you all, and to see your faces is an unparalleled pride. But the question is, why should you risk being contaminated to benefit those lowly people?"

Vidal's words stunned all the Celestial Dragons for a moment. When they came to their senses, their eyes lit up. It was truly the first time they had ever heard someone speak so eloquently.

And it makes perfect sense!

What right do I have to make those lowly, despicable citizens of the Affiliated Nation kneel before me, or even see my face?

Do they even deserve it?!

"Well said! When I descend to the mortal realm again, I will make sure those nobles wipe out all the commoners!"

"Oh, so didn't I just let those lowly people get away with it?"

"I think this matter should be ordered to be passed down immediately. From now on, when any kingdom receives us, we must ensure that we do not see a single commoner, including those so-called commoners. In short, no one who is not a noble can be present!"

The Celestial Dragons were all quite excited by Vidal's antics, and they started discussing the topic animatedly, which made Vidal secretly chuckle.

"Go and wreak havoc on the nobles and royalty, and stay away from the common people!"

His purpose in doing this was to get these Celestial Dragons to avoid civilians from various countries, which he considered a small act of kindness he was doing for them.

The atmosphere at the party became incredibly lively, and even the Celestial Dragons, who had previously held some prejudice against Vidal, flocked around to chat with him.

Vidal was open to everyone, showcasing his eloquence to the fullest, and could make each person happy even when facing multiple people at the same time.

Isn't it just flattery?

He has plenty of words!

"Oh, by the way, I heard you guys really enjoy collecting slaves of different races, is that right?"

After chatting for about twenty minutes, Vidal, wanting to catch his breath, took the initiative to ask them questions. He couldn't always be the one talking; they had to speak too!

"Hehe, I like collecting female slaves. I already have 132, but I don't like some of them anymore, and I'm thinking about what to do with them."

"I don't like slaves. I like collecting all sorts of cool weapons and then letting the slaves fight each other with them!"

"I'd like to collect some captain slaves, the higher the bounty, the better," Saint Charlos said regretfully.

"Hehehe, racial slavery is my hobby. See those Giant Tribe over there? Those were lucky enough to be captured two years ago!" Raymond de Saint laughed proudly.

"Oh?"

Vidal raised an eyebrow and looked at this Celestial Dragons with whom he had the 'best' relationship. He hadn't realized that this guy was actually the most powerful one.

"What if I told you I could create a 'slave' that's even more powerful and about the same size as that Giant Tribe? Would you trade with me?"

"What!"

Raymond de Saint and the Celestial Dragons around him were astonished. A slave even more ferocious than Giant Tribe?

"How could there be better slaves in this world than Giant Tribe? They're Giant Tribe, you know, Rear Admiral Vidal!" "Heh, I'll bring them out and see if you're interested." With that, Vidal smiled, stood up, and walked to the center of the arena. The Celestial Dragons all looked at him with a mixture of disbelief and skepticism.

At the same time, the Holy Guard Army and the AIGIS0, who were secretly watching, silently surrounded him, but Vidal paid no attention to any of this. Instead, he clapped his hands together heavily in front of him and shouted loudly.

[Smack!]

"Show yourself, Chimera!"

As soon as he finished speaking, seven or eight thick trees rose from the grass in front of him. As they grew rapidly, they Coating, merged, and shaped themselves, forming a huge monster that was over ten meters tall, with two dragon heads, ram horns, and a snake tail. However, for the time being, it was still the color of a tree.

This greatly disappointed the Celestial Dragons, including Raymond de Saint Charlos.

"What? It's just a wooden carving? What kind of slave is that? It can't even move!"

But the next second, Vidal breathed life into the seemingly exquisite wood carving. First, the color of the entire body was as if an invisible hand had brushed on a layer of paint, quickly dyeing it a beautiful blackish-purple from head to toe, except for the four pairs of eyes which were a bright, glowing purple.

"Wow!!"

The more than one hundred Celestial Dragons were dumbfounded. Not to mention them, the Holy Guard Army and slaves were also stunned. Even the Giant Tribe slightly raised his head and looked over.

Vidal chuckled inwardly. Although he didn't know the principle behind it, the clones created by Devil Fruits could be painted with lifelike colors. This was something that both Doflamingo's String Clone and Nico Robin's Flower Clone could do.

"But it still won't move!" a Celestial Dragons kid with long snot running down his face shouted, pointing at the Chimera.

"Don't rush, now is the moment to witness a miracle." Vidal raised his right hand and snapped his fingers sharply, shouting, "Awaken, Chimera!!"

The next second, the newfound will within the wooden sculpture caused its pupils to dart around nimbly, and then it used its limbs to stand up.

[Whoosh--]

With a powerful flap of its dragon wings, a strong gust of wind swept across the entire area.

I feel that very few people can see the deeper meaning behind Vidal exchanging or selling these Magical Creatures (which are essentially plants) to the Celestial Dragons.