At the top of Paradise Island, in the private little garden attached to Bauhinia Castle, Carlos sat on a sofa with his legs crossed, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he basked in the sun, his eyes fixed on the newspaper. On the small table beside him sat a bottle of red wine and some snacks to go with it.
"Ohara, Ohara..." Carlos casually set down the newspaper, closed his eyes, and smoked as he muttered to himself, weighing whether he should get involved...
Frankly, he had no interest in saving Ohara. Those who walked different paths could not work together. With his way of thinking, he simply could not understand the scholars of Ohara. Why were they so obsessed with history...?
They knew it was forbidden, yet they still risked their lives studying it. Their bones were truly hard, and their heads were truly stubborn!
Could it be said that every scholar and civilian in Ohara had secretly researched the Void Century?
Of course not. Some had researched it, and some knew about it and supported it, but most had no idea such a thing was happening. Yet they had been dragged down with the rest, and nearly everyone on Ohara Island had died.
Frankly, those people who knew nothing had died terribly unjust deaths.
Hmm... perhaps they had overestimated their own standing and greatly underestimated the World Government's brutality and ruthlessness. That was why almost the entire island had been wiped out.
From a business standpoint, the West Blue Mafia had no relationship with Ohara. He could not lead the West Blue Mafia to save the people of Ohara, nor could he oppose the World Government because of Ohara...
If he gave such an order, it would probably be difficult to carry out. Most of the people