"Mosen, did someone help you deal with some of the prisoners?" Magellan asked tentatively.
Mosen deliberately put on a surprised expression. Then he quickly lowered his head and said, "N-no, I did all of this myself."
Seeing Mosen's expression, Magellan thought he'd seen through everything. He asked calmly, "Mosen, do you know Michael?"
"I-I do. Mr. Garp went to Extreme Cold Hell to find him."
"Then Mr. Garp must have told you to take good care of Michael, right?"
"N-no, Mr. Garp never said that." Mosen hurriedly denied it.
"Enough! You don't have to hide it. The bodies you sent over had sword marks and traces of Finger Pistol. Michael's best at swordsmanship and Finger Pistol.
"Mosen, I don't know what Mr. Garp told you. I have no interest in the power struggles or battles over justice among the people at the top. All I know is that the prisoners sent to Impel Down are our responsibility. I only want to keep Impel Down secure. Do you understand?"
"I understand!"
"Then you can handle the situation in Extreme Cold Hell as you see fit. I hope you really can eliminate the threat there."
"You're leaving it all to me? But I'm just an ordinary guard."
"From now on, you're the Warden of Extreme Cold Hell."
Mosen was stunned. He hadn't expected Magellan to promote him on the spot.
There was only one guard in Extreme Cold Hell at the moment, so in practice Mosen was already more or less its Warden. But hearing Magellan officially say it made all the difference. He was now the Warden recognized by Impel Down, which meant he'd be starting at a much higher rank when he returned to Marine Headquarters.
Mosen wasn't about to turn down a good thing. He bowed to Magellan in