This Is What You Call Professional!

The warden's office in the Impel Down occupied a very large area, even larger than the office of Admiral Sengoku.

However, this was a tradition passed down through generations, and it was not because Magellan was greedy for enjoyment or to flaunt his power. On the contrary, although the office was very large, the elements that Magellan could define for himself were very simple, both in terms of decoration and style.

According to Ortolan, Magellan's living needs were indeed nothing special, because this guy only worked four hours a day, then spent ten hours on the toilet having diarrhea, slept for eight hours, and had at most two hours of leisure and entertainment. Apart from needing a high-end toilet, he really didn't have any other needs!

Today, Ortolan saw that Magellan was in pretty good condition, guessing that he hadn't eaten anything since he heard that Oltoron was coming.

To avoid damaging his image?

With these miscellaneous thoughts swirling in his mind, Magellan quickly invited Ortolan to sit on the sofa. Then, he took out a box of cigars from the cabinet behind him and asked, "Would you like one?"

"No, I'm more used to smoking..." Ortolan took off his gas mask and took out a cigarette from his pocket.

Judging from Hannyabal's situation just now, where he wasn't wearing a gas mask, as long as Magellan doesn't get too close and engage in any intimate actions, Magellan isn't in a situation where he can't be seen in public.

The toxins he exhales will naturally converge towards him due to the power of the Doku Doku no Mi, and then return to his body through various means.

Magellan nodded, putting away his cigar case, and said, "Actually, I don't really have this hobby. I used to really enjoy smoking, but ever since I acquired the power of the Doku Doku no Mi, I've had to give it up..."

Ortolan imagined Magellan smoking. Goodness, one cigarette could extinguish everyone around him, right?

Then he asked, somewhat puzzled, "So, are these cigars for you to serve guests? I doubt anyone would come to Impel Down to visit."

"Oh, no, this cigar belongs to Chief Guard Shiryu, but he recently committed a crime, so I put him in solitary confinement..." Magellan waved his hand and began to explain.

"I see..." Ortolan nodded slightly, but seeing Magellan's expression, he didn't seem to want to talk more about Shiryu's situation, so Ortolan didn't ask any further questions.

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, chatting about this and that, and gradually learned about each other's situations before becoming acquainted.

Exhaling a puff of smoke, Ortolan stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, then sat up slightly and asked, "Before I came, the Admiral Sengoku must have sent you a letter, right?"

Upon hearing this, Magellan knew they had entered the main hall, and immediately sat up straighter, nodding and saying, "That's correct, but the Admiral's letter..."

At this point, he reached into his pocket, took out a piece of paper, unfolded it, and continued, "It only says that I need to cooperate with your work, without mentioning anything else, so I have no idea what you're going to do or how you need my cooperation."

"Ahem..." Ortolan cleared his throat dramatically and said in a low voice, "This matter involves rather confidential information, so it's not convenient to leave a record on paper, understand?"

Magellan was taken aback. Even Admiral of that rank was unwilling to leave a trace on paper?

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Magellan noticed that Ortolan's gaze was fixed on the document in his hand. Being a clever man, Magellan quickly realized what was happening, smiled, picked up the lighter Ortolan had just given him from the table, and without a word, lit the document and casually tossed it into the ashtray.

Seeing that this only piece of evidence had been burned to a pile of black ash, Ortolan wore a calm smile and said, "Precisely because it leaves no trace, it also leaves no room for future..."

"Ming, I haven't received any information from headquarters today. Ortolan, you came here just to visit your friend. We had a pleasant chat, but we didn't discuss anything related to our cooperation," Magellan said, patting his chest.

"That's why the Admiral praised you as a smart man, and also one of our own," Ortolan laughed.

Magellan had no objection to Ortolan's words. Although he was a man with a strong sense of justice, the fact that he had managed to become the warden proved that he was not ignorant of governance, and he had long since considered himself a member of the 'Sengoku Faction'.

Similarly, Magellan saw Ortolan sitting in front of him as a member of the same faction, promoted by the Admiral Sengoku, with impeccable lineage and shared ideals.

Indeed, in Magellan's eyes, there was no such thing as Hawk Faction, Dove Faction, or Neutral Faction. He didn't consider these positions; he only needed to look at the people. No matter what faction you belonged to, if your leader was Sengoku, then you were one of my own!

So all of this is just to put each other's minds at ease.

So after finishing the conversation about 'our own people,' Ortolan's tone turned serious as he said, 'This classified mission will require you to endure some hardship...'

"How so?" Magellan raised an eyebrow.

"I need you to arrange Shiki's escape after some time. Once it's done, I will also secretly send some people to assist Shiki ... That's why I said I was a bit sorry to trouble you. After all, if this happens, you, as the warden of Impel Down, will definitely be held accountable," Ortolan said softly.

Magellan didn't care about accountability at all. He looked at Ortolan with surprise and shock and said, "The Shiki you just mentioned, is it the Golden Lion Shiki imprisoned in the Infinite Hell?"

"Besides him, is there anyone else named Shiki worth me making a special trip for?" Ortolan casually remarked.

Magellan immediately wanted to take out his Den Den Mushi and consult with the Admiral Sengoku about this matter, but the next second, he stopped himself!

That makes sense; only something like this could make even a Marine Admiral like Sengoku unwilling to leave a trace!

If I were to suddenly send a Den Den Mushi) to ask him, wouldn't the Admiral Sengoku be put on the spot by me Magellan? Do you think he would admit it or deny it?

If he admits it, wouldn't that confirm that he was the one who ordered it? And if things go wrong later, he, the Admiral, will definitely be the one to take the blame!

If he doesn't admit it, how can this matter be moved forward?

Thinking about this, Magellan gave up the idea of confirming with Admiral Sengoku. Moreover, upon careful consideration, he realized there was no need to doubt the truthfulness of Ortolan's words.

As Elite Vice Admiral in the Marines, and widely regarded as the most promising candidate for the next generation of Marine Admiral, he suddenly fell ill and wanted to pull Shiki out of Impel Down.

This must be because there is some more confidential mission that I cannot and should not know about, which is inextricably linked to this matter!

Why would Ortolan rescue Shiki? Would he let Shiki fly freely? Magellan didn't believe that, after all, it was Shiki who had personally captured Shiki in the first place, and the two had an irreconcilable hatred between them.

Seeing Magellan's expression change from initial shock to contemplation and understanding, Ortolan felt a weight lifted from his heart.

He doesn't need to explain many things, especially to Magellan. The more you explain to him, the more mistakes you'll make. Instead, he gets straight to the point, mentioning Shiki right away without going around in circles. With the support of the Admiral Sengoku's documents, Magellan will start to fill in the gaps in the logic and convince himself.

After Magellan recovered, he said with a wry smile, "This has really given me a troublesome job. It seems I'll have to ask for a demotion after this."

"It's not necessarily going to happen that way, but let me tell you, even if you do apply for a demotion, you'll definitely be reinstated within the next few months... Besides, this will strengthen our relationship, Magellan," Ortolan said with a smile.

When he said "we" this time, he wasn't just referring to himself and Magellan; he was including all the Admiral Sengoku.

Magellan understood this meaning immediately, just as Ortolan had analyzed earlier. After experiencing such an event, Magellan would inevitably become a trusted member of the Admiral Sengoku!

Everyone says he's a smart man, so in light of what Ortolan said, Magellan's eyes lit up and he said, "You mean, this matter concerning Shiki will bring huge benefits to our Marines as a whole?"

"More or less," Ortolan nodded in agreement.

"Okay, so how do you need my cooperation on this matter?" Magellan asked immediately.

This also meant he had agreed. Ortolan smiled and said, "Impel Down is known as an impregnable fortress, and I don't have any good ideas, so I need Magellan to help me provide a truly effective plan that could potentially lead to an escape. Then I'll follow this plan, you just need to act it out, and we'll release Shiki..."

What does it mean to be professional? When Ortolan helps someone escape from prison, he also makes sure the warden comes up with the escape plan himself. That's professionalism!

After all, Impel Down must have countless related drills and contingency plans, and he is definitely more knowledgeable about how to escape from here than these laymen who don't know the situation!