As the stern rebuke rang out, Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro and Elam's expressions changed drastically. They hurriedly lowered their heads and pleaded, "Lord Imu, this subordinate was disrespectful. Please punish us."
"Lord Imu, please punish these two insolent fools," Hoya chimed in.
However, if this scene of trembling reverence were to spread across the seas, it would undoubtedly cause an uproar.
The dignified Five Elders were actually so humble before one person.
That alone was enough to show that the person before them was anything but ordinary.
"Enough. I told you that you need not be so restrained." The ethereal voice rang out again.
"Nusjuro was right. The second reason I descended here was to have you keep an eye on that brat. I want to know whether he will join the Marines, what he will do after joining them, and whether he can truly win the wager. If you obtain any other information, you may contact me through this Ripple Transponder Snail."
As she spoke, the figure concealed within the golden light casually tossed out a strange Transponder Snail, which floated before the Five Elders.
The Transponder Snail was entirely white, covered in rings of strange patterns that gave it the appearance of a vortex.
Staring at it for too long caused even the Five Elders to feel an inexplicable tremor in their minds.
Yet, as they looked at the Transponder Snail that belonged to Imu, the five men were even more shaken.
In their eyes, when Gol D. Roger, later hailed as the Pirate King, set foot on Laugh Tale back then—
Imu, who had remained hidden deep behind the scenes, had merely descended to issue them instructions on how to respond.
They had never expected that this time, Imu would not only issue orders, but also give