Dusk fell.
The red clouds on the horizon began to swirl, forming all kinds of breathtaking patterns. The moon had already climbed above the clouds, even though the sky had not yet grown completely dark.
After the Marines had landed in Loguetown during the day, the town had gradually returned to calm. Beneath the surface, however, undercurrents still swirled.
The Marine branch was now off-limits. Plenty of people were watching it from outside, but none dared approach.
Loguetown's largest hotel.
In the main hall, the wall Mihawk had damaged had already been repaired at an astonishing speed.
"Fufufufu. Looks like the Marines want to draw out the other members of the Roger Pirates."
Doflamingo ate lobster and took a sip of red wine.
"A while back, when the Marines escorted Gold Roger to Impel Down, they tried to draw some people out too. The result disappointed them, though." Diamante chuckled.
"Doffy, I can't figure out why the Roger Pirates didn't rescue their captain."
"I'm wondering the same thing. There can't be not a single one of them."
Doflamingo frowned as well. He couldn't make sense of it.
Doflamingo wasn't the only one puzzled. Plenty of people around the world couldn't understand it either.
At another table, Marco and the others were eating too.
"Looks like Roger really did turn himself in."
Remembering the smile on Roger's face that day, Marco sighed.
"Pops said Roger was going to usher in a new era, but how? Turning himself in is just asking to die. He's about to be executed."
Jozu drank his liquor.
The discussions continued all around them. These two days in Loguetown were bound to be sleepless nights.
By contrast, the Marine branch was unusually quiet, even downright lax.
In the branch building, several key members led by Sengoku were