Half a month later, Carlos had arranged all the follow-up matters. Several core ministers would handle affairs within the United States of Night, reporting any major matters to him for a final decision.
At Nether Moon Island's docks, the newly appointed ministers and a large number of subordinates had come to see Carlos and the others off. The Nether Moon was basically at full capacity, but it still had plenty of room and was not overloaded.
In an ordinary country, the ministers below would naturally never allow their King to roam around like some wanderer. But the United States of Night was different. Those below generally did not dare to discount orders from above, or people would truly die.
So even if the core ministers were reluctant, they had no choice but to obey Carlos's orders.
With sails raised, the Nether Moon swiftly departed Nether Moon Island amid the respectful farewells of the crowd, heading for the Calm Belt at the edge of the West Sea.
The Divine Eye Pirates naturally could not enter the Grand Line through Reverse Mountain and sail the whole route again. That would be an utter waste of time. They would leave the same way they had returned, heading straight into the New World to make their mark.
Carlos now had the confidence to survive in the New World. His only regret was that he had entered it too hastily and had not properly explored the Sabaody Archipelago and Fish-Man Island.
The Sabaody Archipelago in particular. He had at least caught a glimpse of Fish-Man Island while sailing through the undersea currents, but they had not even stopped at the Sabaody Archipelago. The crewmates had seen it, but he alone had never experienced its wondrous bubble culture. Perhaps that was the price of being a