The Insignificant Roger Pirates!

As dusk fell, the sky grew hazy, and the fiery sunset clouds obscured half the sky.

Night had not yet fallen completely, but the waning moon was already high in the sky, looking down upon everything.

Although the Sabaody Archipelago has always been particularly lively, bustling, and brightly lit, the scene today is several times more spectacular. The five piers in the Area 70, where the hotel district is located, are now completely filled with all kinds of sailboats, most of which are luxury ships flying the royal flags of various countries.

Seeing this, the following ships could only continue to spread out to both sides of the island, anchoring at the edges of other areas, but even so, finding an open space was still difficult.

At this moment, the people of this world finally understood what it meant to be completely blocked, what it meant to be surrounded by a sea of boats, and what it meant to be stuck in a traffic jam.

A large number of ships nearly surrounded the entire Sabaody Archipelago.

Meanwhile, every street on the island is filled with throngs of people every day, all enjoying this dreamlike place where bubbles seem to float everywhere.

Fortunately, the area from Area 1 to GR29, which was previously Lawless Zone thoroughly investigated by the navy led by Dragon, has now been transformed into a normal commercial and residential area, greatly increasing the space available for tourists on the island.

In the past, people would not have dared to venture into these extremely dangerous areas.

Meanwhile, the patrolling squads of naval and Neptune Army, along with the occasional large self-propelled surveillance Den Den Mushi, constantly gave the people a sense of security.

Area 33.

"Don't push! Don't push!"

"Let me repeat, only those with invitations are allowed to enter the 'Soap Bubble Dome Arena' tonight. Everyone else, please head to the plazas in your respective districts at 9 PM to watch the performance!"

A dozen government workers in black suits held loudspeakers and shouted at the top of their lungs at the large crowd that was surging in.

Ahead of them lay the bridges connecting the different regions, with the navy having already set up heavy checkpoints to block the entrances, occasionally letting in the invited guests who were being escorted.

Among those invited were kings attending this year's Reverie, nobles who had come from nearby islands, but the majority were local residents of the Sabaody Archipelago, as well as Fish-Man and mermaids from Fish-Man Island.

Tonight.

The Publicity Department had three main objectives in organizing this "Liberation Day Grand Gala," which was broadcast live to the world.

Firstly, it was intended to allow people from various countries to celebrate the complete abolition of the slave trade together. Secondly, it was an opportunity to bring the locals of Sabaody Archipelago and the Fish-Man Race of Fish-Man Island closer together, thus strengthening their relationship.

Over the past few days, the former has become accustomed to the presence of the Neptune Army and is no longer surprised by the Fish-Man Race, but after all, one is a military force and the other is a civilian, so it is difficult for them to have opportunities to communicate with each other.

Thirdly...

September 15th, 1498 (Haiyuan Calendar), 8:30 PM.

People holding their own celebrations on various seas and islands have already turned on their Projection Den Den Mushi) and are waiting for the party to begin.

While having a party, you can watch the party, eat meat and drink alcohol, and enjoy the singing and dancing!

One interesting phenomenon is that, after the recent surge in global live streaming, people have become somewhat accustomed to live streaming.

In a world without television stations or film and television programs, these live broadcasts have brought great joy to people around the world.

People are starting to look forward to when the next public broadcast of the World Government will take place.

Imu, sitting on a chaise longue inside Pangaea Castle, was no exception!

In the Social Plaza, the projection of the Projection Den Den Mushi) was already projected into the air above the stadium, but since the party hadn't started yet, there was nothing on the stage; all that could be seen was the huge audience.

"Isn't Mihawk here yet? It's almost nine o'clock." Gion stood there, staring at the direction of the castle gate, and asked anxiously.

Stussy stood gracefully behind Imu, smiling as she said, "He must be Swordsmanship with that Saint Figarland Saint Shanks; he probably forgot the time."

"Hmph, he only spars with me for an hour every day, and spends the rest of the time with that Shanks. It's really too much!" Gion said angrily.

However, she was curious about one thing: besides Mihawk, were there really other Celestial Dragons with exceptional Swordsmanship?

Hearing Imu 'Gion words, Im, though outwardly indifferent, thought to himself, "He wants to have a vigorous workout with me before bed, while you're just there to warm up Mihawk in the morning."

Suddenly, Gion's eyes lit up.

"Hey, we're here!"

Imu didn't turn his head, but just glanced at him indifferently. Sure enough, he saw Mihawk Earth Flow coolly with the 'Black Blade Night' on his back. However, there was a little tail following behind him, looking left and right. This made his eyes narrow.

"Why did he bring Shanks along?"

That's right, the 'little tail' is none other than Shanks, a former apprentice on Roger Pirates, only fifteen years old, wearing a straw Straw Hat. At this time, because he was not yet an adult, he only reached Mihawk's shoulder.

Soon, Mihawk approached, bowed to Imu, and said respectfully, "My lord, Shanks lives alone, and he doesn't want to go to any of the other Figarland Family estates, so I invited him here as a friend."

What's so strange about this? My son brought his classmates home to play?

Imu was somewhat amused and exasperated. He stared calmly into Shanks' eyes, but Shanks only managed to look away for two seconds before instinctively averting his gaze, his body tensing up.

But he still took off his Straw Hat and bowed politely, saying, "Um, you must be the Godfather Mihawk often mentions. My name is Shanks. Sorry to bother you."

"Um."

Imu glanced meaningfully at the Straw Hat in his hand, then instructed the maid not far away, "Bring another chair."

"Yes, sir." The maid obediently complied.

"Call--"

Seeing this, Mihawk's tense heart relaxed. Despite his cool demeanor, he wasn't really sure whether Imu would accept Shanks.

The reason he values Shanks so much is because Shanks is a rare Celestial Dragons who can get along with him and is also quite strong.

"Thanks."

After thanking him, Shanks had barely touched the chair with his bottom when he heard the Saint Nerona say something in a low voice.

"Your experiences are quite dramatic. You must have witnessed many things while with the Roger Pirates. This is indeed a valuable life experience. But now that you know your identity, you should be clear about your stance. You can keep the past in your heart as a memory, but don't let it affect your judgment in the present and future."

Everyone present knew Shanks's background and understood the meaning behind Imu's words. Shanks lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, and clenched his thighs, listening silently.

"It's true that the debt of raising someone is greater than the debt of giving birth, but you need to understand one thing: the reason you were adopted by Roger was not because your parents abandoned you, but because your parents died at the hands of the One Piece Rocks."

"The One Piece killed your parents, One Piece also raised you. In that respect, you and the One Piece are even. But you still owe the Celestial Dragons a debt of gratitude for your life."

"Accept the fact that you are Celestial Dragons, live a good life, and one day you will be proud of this identity and realize how insignificant the so-called Roger Pirates are."