On September 9th, Oceanic Era 1500, Carlos stepped out of the castle under little Robin's farewell.
As for Olvia, she had clung to him all night and was completely exhausted. There was no way she could get out of bed today, so she had Robin see Carlos off in her place.
Before leaving, Carlos rubbed little Robin's head, then turned and left without hesitation. They had said everything that needed to be said over the past two days. There was no need for more nonsense. It wasn't as if they were parting forever, so why be so sentimental...
At seven in the morning, Carlos arrived at the entrance to Lucifer Manor. A sea of people in immaculate suits stood in ranks on either side, while the Crewmates under Carlos's command waited at the entrance.
When they saw Carlos approaching, all the burly men in suits bent at the waist and shouted in deep voices, "Godfather!"
There were so many of them, and their voices were so loud that they echoed throughout Lucifer Manor. Carlos smiled and silently nodded. Reaching the entrance, he and his Crewmates each got into a vehicle and headed directly for the Lucifer Family's private dock.
Vehicles? What vehicles?
Vintage cars and horse-drawn carriages.
Those were the means of transportation for Mafia Bosses. Carriages were one thing, but vintage cars were exceedingly expensive. They were not produced in the West Sea, but in some technologically advanced nation on the Grand Line. They not only cost enormous sums of Beli, but also had to be custom ordered in advance.
The road from Lucifer Manor to the private dock was filled with sharply dressed Mafia Members. They stood ramrod straight along the entire route, expressionless as they sealed off the road. Only Carlos and his group were allowed through,