The handover of CP9's power went very smoothly, but with high status came certain responsibilities.
After Roy and Spandam became members of CP0, the relevant missions naturally fell onto their shoulders.
Neither Roy nor Spandam had any objections to this.
After all, a successful rat, while greedily gnawing away, would certainly make its assigned work look flawless.
Grand Line, Calm Belt.
This was the nesting ground of countless Sea Kings.
The year-round stillness and the ravaging behemoths beneath the sea had turned this place into an ocean graveyard known throughout the world.
Yet within this ocean graveyard, a warship flying the Marine flag was speeding forward under human power.
The blazing sun overhead left the Marines rowing the ship drenched in sweat.
In this age of great seafaring, where wind served as the primary source of power, the Calm Belt's peculiar climate was simply the nightmare of all ships.
The enormous warship was slowly crossing the entire sea with nothing but manpower.
The reason Marine warships could sail here—
On one hand, the World Government had long spent considerable manpower opening up this route.
On the other hand, the Marines possessed Seastone inlay technology, which allowed the monstrous beasts below to ignore ships sailing across the surface.
Naturally, Roy and Spandam did not need to row miserably like the Marines.
They were currently dressed in beach shorts, lying on the warship's deck and enjoying a perfect moment of idleness.
Platters of premium fruit had been arranged beside them.
Two Marine officers assigned specifically to serve them stood nearby as well.
This was privilege.
And its source was CP0's authority.
As the Celestial Dragons' strongest shield, CP0 spent part of its time protecting the Celestial Dragons' safety, while the rest was spent resolving exceptionally troublesome problems for the World Government.
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