Crocodile slowly rose to his feet, lifted his glass, and drained it in one gulp. "I have no interest in his conspiracy."
Ronglin's heart stirred. "Someone like you knowingly walks into a trap. Is there something on Agula that caught your eye? Tell me. Maybe I can conveniently help you get it when the time comes."
Crocodile rolled his eyes at him. "Do you think I'm as idle as you are? What did you come to this country for? To uphold justice? To fish in troubled waters? To take part in overthrowing this country?"
Ronglin curled his lips. "If I said I came here to have fun, would you believe me?"
Crocodile said nothing more and turned to leave. "Don't bother me if there's nothing important. I won't get involved in Agula's affairs. Find someone else if you want a partner. I don't have time to play house with you."
Ronglin had wanted to call out to the departing Crocodile. This man came and went whenever he pleased, leaving people rather speechless. Still, there was no point in forcibly keeping him if he refused to join Ronglin.
Ronglin returned to his seat at the bar, picked up his glass, and slowly drank as he silently digested and sorted through the conversation they had just had. If Agula really was the mastermind behind the Blood Letter Conspiracy, then what exactly was his true objective?
With no one to serve, the bartender lounged listlessly against the table and said to Ronglin, "Ever since you pirates arrived, there've been more strange things happening in the royal capital."
"How so?" Ronglin was bored anyway, so he responded.
The bartender thought for a moment. "Some time ago, the entire country suddenly went under martial law. Ships were allowed to leave the ports but not enter,