Ten in the morning.
There were still two hours until Roy's appearance.
With Roy's forces secretly fanning the flames, Loguetown was packed with people. The harbor connected to the commercial district was now surrounded by countless merchant ships and warships.
Passing through the bustling, crowded streets, everyone streamed toward one of the many entrances to Loguetown's Pirate King Execution Plaza.
Inside the execution plaza, large numbers of civilians and Marines maintaining order were steadily gathering.
During his time as East Blue Governor, Roy had deliberately built up an immense reputation throughout the East Blue.
Thus, after learning that Roy had important news to announce, throngs of people seeking entertainment and speculators hoping for firsthand information packed the Pirate King Execution Plaza in central Loguetown.
Looking down from the sky.
The expanded execution plaza was now filled with people as far as the eye could see.
By visual estimation alone, there were at least one hundred and twenty thousand people gathered here.
To a certain extent, the number of people gathered in Loguetown now exceeded the total number of Marines at the Summit War.
Although Loguetown had always been a city with a strong commercial atmosphere, the fact that it could gather so many people also demonstrated just how great Roy's prestige was in the East Blue.
"Gurarara, it sure is lively! Looks like Roy has quite the reputation in the East Blue."
At a clock tower beside the plaza, Whitebeard held a wine gourd and gazed at the bustling square below.
The densely packed crowd was undeniably a striking sight.
Amid the excitement, Whitebeard cast a complicated glance at the place where his old friend Roger had died. Seeing the place inevitably made him think of the man.
"Of course he does! Big Brother Roy has to have this kind