(Third update... Burned myself out...)
After briefing Morgans, Austin stopped paying attention to the matter.
In his view, defiance was simply impossible, so long as those so-called "kings of the underworld" still wanted to live.
After bringing Morgans under his control, with intelligence from across the world, unrestricted teleportation, and Conqueror's infusion,
Austin had become a complete humanoid erasure machine.
Reunions always had to come to an end.
Old Gick understood that perfectly well.
At the port along the Dullamos Coastline, a massive red ship was currently docked.
Old Gick looked up at the ship and shook his head irritably.
Anything that belonged to Roger was bad luck!
By the harbor, Austin, dressed in a dark red suit with a black coat draped over his shoulders, had just hung up his Den Den Mushi.
Crates of supplies were being loaded onto the ship. Old Gick was personally supervising when a shadow suddenly covered the area where he stood.
"Heading out again?"
Old Gick did not turn around. With his hands behind his back, his expression hidden in the shadow, he asked in a hoarse voice,
"Yeah, it's pretty urgent. I'd better get there within half a day." Austin nodded.
Mihawk said nothing. He had already boarded the Oro Jackson and begun checking the supplies.
"Then... when you're no longer busy, come back for a visit. You're the prince of this country, after all. This will all be your inheritance someday!"
Hearing that, Austin could not help but laugh.
He had originally left this place for the old man to retire in. A small kingdom was beneath his notice.
After all, even people like Crocodile and Doflamingo had their sights set on major nations like Alabasta and Dressrosa.
Would Austin really scheme over some tiny island nation?
"Ah... then keep