The Celestial Dragons' Most Loyal Servant

In the distance, Ross and the others strolled leisurely into the bounds of the Tree of Knowledge.

Though they appeared relaxed, their group moved at an incredible speed.

It took only a few seconds for them to go from a few black dots in the distance to standing before Spandine.

"Saint Ross!!!"

Facing Ross's tall, handsome figure, Spandine slid to his knees in Ross's direction, carving a long trail across the ground until he knelt before him.

"I am Spandine, chief of CP9 and the Celestial Dragons' most loyal servant. To witness your heroic bearing today is truly the fortune of three lifetimes."

Such groveling words and such exaggerated movements earned him strange looks from everyone around him.

Even the CP9 agents who were likewise kneeling to welcome Ross wished they could stand farther away from their chief.

Everyone knew what the Celestial Dragons were like. Even if they had to work for them, they would keep their distance as much as possible. Maintaining superficial respect was enough in ordinary times.

Did Spandine think he was the only one who knew how to flatter people?

Still, they finally understood how a man with absolutely no strength had managed to become the chief of CP9.

What a chance!

While everyone's attention was on Ross and Spandine, Olvia's eyes flashed, and she immediately made her move.

She rushed into the Tree of Knowledge in great strides.

Before returning, she had already known that Ohara would suffer a Buster Call. But she had not expected the Navy to arrive so quickly, leaving them no chance to relocate.

Olvia was not afraid of death. She was afraid that everything they had done would be in vain.

Even if she died, she had to hide the translated historical texts and leave them for future generations to uncover the secrets the World Government wished to conceal.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Zany's lazy voice suddenly rang out.

Then, before Olvia had even taken two steps, she felt a heavy blow strike her abdomen, sending her pitching forward.

Before she could hit the ground, a sharp pain suddenly shot through her back, and she was forcibly lifted into the air.

The scenery before her abruptly shifted. By the time Olvia came to her senses, she found herself at someone's feet.

After Zany's blow, she had no strength left to stand. She could only struggle to raise her head.

From her angle, she happened to meet Ross's handsome face.

"Nicole Olvia, I've wanted to meet you for a long time."

Ross spoke with a smile, his gaze roaming over Olvia's body.

Nicole Olvia

Overall Rating: C+

Olvia had long, lustrous silver hair, slightly wheat-colored skin, and a voluptuous figure with a slender waist and long legs. Her entire bearing carried an intellectual air.

In terms of looks and figure, Olvia could only be considered above average. She was still inferior to Gion and Stella.

However, Olvia possessed the aura of a scholar and professor. Such a temperament was extremely rare in the Pirate World, and Ross found himself rather drawn to it.

Bullying someone like this would probably feel even better.

"Saint Ross..."

Olvia pressed her lips together, despair hidden deep within her eyes.

As a historian, she knew all too well what kind of people the Celestial Dragons were.

Ever since their ancestors, the Celestial Dragons had never been good people.

After ruling the world for eight hundred years, they had committed countless atrocities.

"Saint Ross, you said you would spare my mother."

A childish yet stubborn voice rang out, startling Olvia.

"Robin?!"

She stared in disbelief toward Ross's shoulder. Her daughter Robin was actually sitting on a Celestial Dragon's body?

In that instant, countless questions and guesses overwhelmed her, throwing her heart into turmoil.

"I said I would spare her life. The only condition is that she never studies the Poneglyphs again from this day onward. If she is discovered doing so again, I won't be so lenient." Ross replied with a smile.

He had far too many ways to deal with a weak woman like Olvia. There was no need for him to rush at all.

"No! Studying the Poneglyphs is my lifelong wish. You villains are willing to launch a Buster Call on Ohara just to cover up that period of history. I will never bow my head to you."

Olvia stared stubbornly at Ross, not caring about her own life in the slightest.

In her eyes, whatever deal Robin had struck with Ross did not affect her resolve at this moment.

As a mother, Robin held a very important place in her heart.

But importance depended on what she was compared to. Compared with the Poneglyphs, she became insignificant.

"Mom!"

Robin cried out anxiously.

To save Olvia, she had even sacrificed Sauron.

Why...

Why didn't her mother understand...

Was studying the Poneglyphs really more important than life itself?

"Your resolve is quite firm. But if I remember correctly, all your research is inside the Tree of Knowledge, isn't it?"

Ross smiled and gave Spandine a look.

Spandine, king of bootlickers, understood instantly. He quickly rose to his feet and took a thick stack of documents from a CP9 agent beside him.

"Saint Ross! These are the proofs of their research into the Poneglyphs!"

"Very good!"

Ross accepted the thick stack of manuscripts with satisfaction, and his opinion of Spandine rose considerably.

He was beginning to understand why emperors liked sycophants.

With the efficiency of these sycophants, what emperor wouldn't like them?

"Do you want them?"

Ross could clearly feel that Olvia's breathing had become much more rapid as she stared at the documents in his hand.

The materials in his hand were the lifeblood of every Ohara historian's research into the Poneglyphs.

There was much in them that even Olvia had never fully read.

"Oh, right. Someone should know all of this."

As Ross spoke, he drew the Platinum Handgun from the back of his waist.

Bang!!!

"No!!!" Olvia screamed in terror.

"Grandpa Clover!" Robin wept.

"Professor! Professor!" the historians cried out in panic.

Before everyone's eyes, a bloody hole appeared in Professor Clover's head, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

With no strength whatsoever, how could he possibly withstand Ross's shot?

B-rank kill completed!

Strength +100000

Special Reward: Ancient Language (B-rank)

This reward was truly not bad.

Ross nodded in satisfaction and put away the Platinum Handgun.

From the moment he first saw Professor Clover, he had known that he had to kill him.

As an authority on world history, bolstered by his status, Professor Clover still had a B- rating despite possessing no strength at all.

Ross was unwilling to let anyone else kill such an Experience Baby.

In an instant, countless pieces of knowledge related to Ancient Text flooded into Ross's mind.

He could now say without exaggeration that his ability to interpret Poneglyphs was even stronger than Robin's in the future.

"Why? Why did you kill Grandpa Clover!"

Robin tugged hard at Ross's hair and cried helplessly.

Professor Clover had always been the kindest person to her. In her heart, he was family second only to Olvia.

Sauron was dead. Uncle Willen was dead.

Now, Grandpa Clover was dead too...

Yet no matter how hard she tried, to Ross, it was no different from a tickle.