Monkey D. Garp: My Roger Detector Went Off!

Cobra was clearly shocked by the contents of the letter as well.

Because what it said once again confirmed Vikengam's earlier words.

They were D. The glory of their ancestors had been tainted by darkness!

At the same time, he vaguely felt that perhaps the people before him—the Roger Pirates... might truly be able to unravel these mysteries and raise the banner of the world's dawn.

Then, for the glory of their ancestors, the Nefertari Family should wholeheartedly support the Roger Pirates!

"Can I sail with you?" Cobra could not help asking.

"No." The moment Roger heard that, he replied without hesitation. "We already have one brat on board who's hard enough to deal with. If we added another little kid like you, what would we be? A babysitting crew?"

Vikengam immediately explained from the side, "Don't misunderstand. I'm not the brat he's talking about. I'm this crew's esteemed scholar."

The brat Roger meant was, of course, not Vikengam, though they did occasionally call Vikengam that.

That brat referred to Shanks.

The little guy was two and a half years old this year. He had not come to Alubarna with them, instead staying behind at Rapeseed Flower Port with the rest of the crew.

Before Cobra could say anything, Vikengam continued, "I know what you're thinking. Like I said, if you want to do your part for our ancestors, you can support us in secret. If we need anything later, we'll find a way to let you know. When that time comes, I hope you'll come through for us."

"I certainly won't let you down!" Cobra immediately said.

His suggestion of sailing with them had only been a moment of impulse. In truth, he had regretted it a little the moment the words left his mouth.

His father only had one son. If he went to sea and became a pirate, what would happen to the Kingdom of Alabasta?

Besides, Vikengam was right. He did not necessarily have to sail with them to help. Being a financial backer and handling the payments was not bad either.

Once he scraped together fifty billion Beli, he could still earn the title of "Honorary Crew Member." Different paths, same destination—nothing wrong with that.

Just then, Barieka could not help leaning toward Cobra and saying, "Your Highness, the matter His Majesty asked you to mention..."

Only then did Cobra seem to remember. He said, "Right, there's one more thing. My father hopes that you can leave Alubarna as soon as possible. It's not that we don't welcome you. It's just that Vice Admiral Monkey D. Garp is currently in Alubarna. My father is worried that if you have any conflict with Vice Admiral Monkey D. Garp, it may bring great trouble to Alubarna..."

Roger had been somewhat displeased upon hearing the first half, but when he heard that Monkey D. Garp was here too, he froze.

"What? That bastard Monkey D. Garp is here too?" Roger slammed a hand on the table. "Why didn't you say so earlier at the royal mausoleum?"

If he had said so sooner, they would never have come to Alubarna!

Roger was not afraid of Monkey D. Garp, but he definitely did not want to run into him for no reason. Otherwise, there would be no peace.

"Let's get out of here." Rayleigh stood up without hesitation. "We were originally planning to spend a couple days experiencing Alabasta's local charm, but now that I think about it, forget it."

"What a pity." Jaba savored the memory of the woman who had just left. "I'll have to break my date tonight. A warrior of love must bear this humiliation."

"I don't want to run into Monkey D. Garp either. Let's leave quickly," Shakky said as well.

Vikengam did not have much of an aversion to Monkey D. Garp.

But seeing everyone look as though they had encountered a plague god, he was not about to insist on stirring up trouble. After folding up the letter and putting it away, he looked at Cobra and said, "In that case, we won't stay long. This is my Den Den Mushi signal frequency. Keep it safe. If you discover anything else in the future, you can contact me. If we need anything, we'll contact you too."

After exchanging Den Den Mushi signals with Cobra, Vikengam's group did not delay any longer and quickly left the tavern.

When they stepped outside, the sky had darkened somewhat. It was already sunset. With the sun no longer so scorching, the temperature had become more comfortable, making the already bustling Alubarna even livelier.

Using the crowds as cover, the Roger Pirates quickly headed toward Alubarna's southern gate. Cobra had prepared a camel caravan there, which would take them to Rapeseed Flower Port.

Elsewhere, Monkey D. Garp was discussing Sengoku and the others' promotions to Marine Admirals with Vice Admiral Tsuru.

"I heard that Sengoku latched onto a Celestial Dragon in Mary Geoise? How shameless," Monkey D. Garp said with a curl of his lip, somewhat disgruntled.

He was disgruntled, not disdainful.

"You think everyone is like you?" Tsuru glanced at Monkey D. Garp. "We Marines do not produce anything ourselves. We are a professional military force, with so many people under our command waiting to eat. You can act without a care, but if everyone were like you, how would the Marines below make a living?"

Monkey D. Garp's expression grew complicated. He did not refute her, merely asking, "Who did he rely on?"

"Of course, the Warrior God of Defense," Tsuru calmly replied.

"Oh?" Monkey D. Garp raised a brow. "Looks like Brother Steel Bone helped make the introduction?"

"I'm not sure. But the Science and Defense Warrior God has always been responsible for military and political affairs. Our Marine leadership has historically been close to him," Tsuru added.

"That's true..." Monkey D. Garp nodded. "Speaking of which, during that God Valley incident, didn't the young master of House Jaygo Lucia run off with Roger and his crew? When I heard that news, I was stunned. I never expected there to be such an interesting fellow among the Celestial Dragons. What happened afterward?"

"Nothing changed. As far as I know, Saint Saturn suppressed the matter. He did not even remove that Celestial Dragon from the Jaygarcia Family. During the recent World Conference, I heard the Jaygarcia Family's butler explaining something to the king of the Sorbet Kingdom in the South Blue, and he still referred to him as the young master. So you understand now, right? It was merely a Celestial Dragon's pirate game," Vice Admiral Tsuru said calmly.

"I wonder what Roger was thinking, actually letting him aboard..." Monkey D. Garp remarked.

But the moment he finished speaking, he abruptly stopped. His brows furrowed as his gaze began sweeping the surroundings.

"What is it?" Vice Admiral Tsuru asked curiously.

"My Roger Detector just went off inside my heart!" Monkey D. Garp said gravely.

Tsuru froze for a moment and could not help grumbling inwardly, What the hell is a Roger Detector? Are you sick?

Seeing his friend looking at him as though he were insane, Monkey D. Garp said with some annoyance, "Don't think I'm joking. How should I put this... Roger and I seem to share some strange ability. Occasionally, we hear sounds that other people can't hear. So when the two of us are close, I sometimes get strange reactions in my heart!"

"Really?" Tsuru frowned. "You said there had previously been sightings of the Roger Pirates in the nearby seas. Then perhaps they really are..."

"This is Alabasta's capital. We absolutely cannot let Roger and his crew cause trouble here!" Monkey D. Garp said in a low voice.

As he spoke, he stamped down hard. His burly figure shot upward, climbing directly onto the rooftop beside the street. Standing high above, he began searching for his target.

"Hey, Monkey D. Garp, this is Alubarna. Don't start fighting here recklessly!" Tsuru could not help warning him.

Forget how many casualties a conflict would cause in a thriving city like Alubarna. The Nefertari Family's special status alone meant they could not be casually provoked.

They were the kind of people who could propose abolishing the Heavenly Tribute in Mary Geoise and have absolutely nothing happen to them!

Did he understand the weight carried by descendants of the Twenty Kings?