Julian carefully moved underground again, not wanting to alert anyone. Besides, some of the Celestial Dragon guards were quite strong, and Julian had no desire to get chased off with his backside being beaten. He arrived beneath the Kamael Family's castle, where there was also a large dungeon filled with slaves. But compared to the Roswald Family's dungeon, it was nothing more than a drop in the ocean.
Julian did not concern himself with those slaves. Even if he freed them, the Celestial Dragon families would simply head to the Sabaody Archipelago or somewhere else to capture more. There was no end to the slaves that needed saving. Unless he could do as Dragon had in the original story—cut off the Celestial Dragons' supply lines and wreak havoc in the Holy Land—they would not temporarily stop thinking about catching slaves. Once they were hungry, the Celestial Dragons would definitely start cursing people. One Celestial Dragon had even pointed at Akainu's nose and cursed, "Are you, the Fleet Admiral, a useless piece of trash? Why hasn't the lobster I ordered arrived yet? How the hell did you become Fleet Admiral?"
Julian stopped paying attention to the dungeon slaves. After all, he had seen even more slaves in the Roswald Family's estate. But he knew perfectly well that saving them now would be pointless. They could not escape for the time being, all wearing shackles as they were. Still, Julian had plans. Once the Revolutionary Army became stronger, he would certainly arrange for them to prepare in advance and cut off the Celestial Dragons' food supply lines. Then he would rescue these slaves and let the Celestial Dragons go hungry for once.
Julian slowly burrowed upward from underground toward the first floor, preparing to enter the main hall and search for the