Time flew by, and before long, it was early March of Oceanic Era 1504. Over the past year or so, Carlos had lived quite comfortably. Aside from handling routine matters, he spent the rest of his time enjoying life, occasionally setting aside time to teach his three disciples.
That day, after Carlos finished dealing with Divine Eye Pirates matters in the morning, he prepared to follow his usual habit and take a short nap. However, he suddenly received a call from Noah, the deputy speaker of the United States of Night Council.
Carlos calculated the date. Today was not the day for the United States of Night Council to report to him. Though somewhat puzzled, Carlos still answered the call to see what was going on.
"What is it, Noah?" Carlos asked blandly.
This confidant who had followed him from the very beginning had now truly risen to prominence. He held great power in the United States of Night and was a major figure in the West Sea. He could even associate with high-ranking officials of the World Government. Yet before Carlos, he was no different from before. Carlos could grant him everything, and Carlos could take it all back.
"Your Majesty, the World Government has sent an invitation, inviting Your Majesty to attend the quadrennial World Government Conference." In a luxurious office on Nether Moon Island, Noah wore magnificent official robes and bowed as he held the Den Den Mushi.
"The World Government Conference? Is this the year the World Government holds its conference?"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"When will it be held?"
"Eight o'clock in the morning on March fifteenth."
"Then there are still half a month left. There's plenty of time."
"Arrange for people to go according to the schedule. I'll head there from the New World as