Are Vikings Doflamingo's Great-Uncles?

The largest bedchamber in the Jaygarcia Family naturally belonged to Saint Saturn.

At this moment, in this drawing room, which was so luxurious that not a single flaw could be found anywhere, Saint Saturn sat on a sofa holding a cup of black tea, savoring his brief moment of leisure.

Beside him, the butler Alfred also waited, ready at any moment to serve this master of the Jaygarcia Family.

As if recalling something by chance, Saint Saturn suddenly spoke up and asked, "I remember Viking had a few slaves, didn't he?"

"Three of them, and two of them were even from the Buccaneer Tribe. They were a family of three, and the young master greatly favored them back when he was in the Holy Land," the butler, Alfred, immediately introduced upon hearing this.

"Is that so?" Saint Saturn nodded gently upon hearing this, then asked again, "Where are they now?"

"The young master instructed me to arrange for the family of three to return to their homeland, which is the Sorbet Kingdom in the South Blue. During this Reverie, I even inquired with the royal family of the Sorbet Kingdom and confirmed the situation over there. They are all still in the Sorbet Kingdom and have become church pastors," Alfred responded once more.

In Saint Saturn's impression, when Vikengam had traveled with him to God Valley back then, he had also brought along that sturdy yet very young Buccaneer Tribe slave.

Later, Vikengam ran off to join the Roger Pirates, and that slave also disappeared at God Valley. Of course, he had never cared about that slave at all; he had just happened to think of him a moment ago and casually asked a question.

Now, hearing Alfred say this, did it mean... that slave who had followed at Viking's side back then was arranged to stay in the Sorbet Kingdom?

Watching Saint Saturn's contemplative expression, Alfred felt somewhat nervous inside, unsure what this big shot wanted to do.

A moment later, however, Saint Saturn shifted his thoughts away from those insignificant slaves and said casually, "Since Viking gave you instructions, you should handle it with care."

Clearly, Saint Saturn was not planning to do anything, which also made Alfred heave a sigh of relief.

"Yes, Saint Saturn," Alfred replied softly.

"Has Viking contacted you at all over the past two years or so?" Saint Saturn asked again.

For some reason, Alfred seemed to hear a hint of dissatisfaction within that tone.

This shocked him inwardly, but on the surface, he said very calmly, "No, he hasn't. Ever since the young master left Mary Geoise, he has never contacted any of us servants."

"Is that so?" Saint Saturn murmured upon hearing this, though he did not say much else.

However, Alfred felt that the previous invisible pressure had vanished.

Before he could ponder it further, Saint Saturn muttered to himself, "Talking about wanting to grab fate by the throat, yet for over two years, who knows what he has even been doing?"

This tone was somewhat displeased to a certain degree.

According to Saint Saturn's thoughts, if Vikengam were still in Mary Geoise, he should by all rights be a full member of God's Knights by now.

As a result, the brat went off to become a pirate, and after being one for a bloody two and a half years, he hadn't stirred up a single ripple, seemingly vanishing into the open sea all at once. It gave Saint Saturn the feeling that he had merely blended in with the masses.

"The young master has been intelligent since childhood, so I suppose he must be plotting some grand affair? Perhaps he will bring you a different kind of surprise in the future?" Alfred had no choice but to offer words of comfort.

Of course he knew that although Saint Saturn's tone carried a hint of dissatisfaction, one should not look at what a person said—one had to look at what they did!

If he were truly upset with the young master, was there any need to care so much about his whereabouts and actions? With Saint Saturn's status, did he even need to ask how the young master's slaves were doing?

If he were truly dissatisfied, the very first thing Saint Saturn would do should be to revoke the young master's status, rather than "complain" here.

Therefore, at a time like this, he, Alfred, definitely had to help the young master speak well and say pleasing things!

Sure enough, upon hearing Alfred's words, Saint Saturn spoke up, "You certainly are a loyal one. Go, bring in the two people I wish to see, and then have Garling and the others disperse. I have no interest in seeing them."

Even without any prior notification, Saint Saturn had still perceived them in advance.

Alfred felt no doubt whatsoever, immediately bowing respectfully as he retreated. After exiting the drawing room, he turned and walked toward the main gates of the bedchamber.

Sure enough, when Alfred crossed the corridor and arrived at the front gates, he saw that Garling and the other two had just arrived here, bringing along two members of Cipher Pol-9.

"Saint Sommers, Saint Garling, Princess Maffy, good day," Alfred bowed and greeted them with utter propriety.

It should be noted that in this greeting, he had placed Sommers before Garling.

Without a doubt, there was nothing wrong with this. As the butler of a Five Elders family, he naturally had to show greater respect to members of a Five Elders family.

Although Garling felt somewhat displeased in his heart, he would not show it on the surface. To him, the servants within God's Residence were like pigs and dogs, able to be killed at any time, but only the important servants of the Five Elders families were not among that cohort—and that included this Alfred.

Being able to serve as butler to big shots of the Five Elders level meant Alfred's importance went without saying.

Of course, he simply couldn't kill him on a whim just because he found him an eyesore, but there was also no need to show excessive respect.

With a very calm expression, Garling said, "The people Saint Saturn wishes to see have been brought."

"Saint Saturn says that these two may be granted an audience," Alfred said softly.

Naturally, it was impossible for him to be like Saturn and directly tell Garling and the others to scram at once, so speaking halfway was quite enough.

As for the rest, everyone was a smart person; no further words were needed, and they could figure it out themselves.

Sure enough, as soon as these words were spoken, although Garling felt some regret at not being able to see Saint Saturn, he still nodded and said, "Understood. Then I'll leave these two in your hands."

With that, Garling turned around and left directly, while Sommers smiled and said, "Maffy, would you like to come with me to the Donquixote Family for a sit-down?"

"What are you going to the Donquixote Family for?" Princess Maffy asked with some puzzlement.

"I heard their eldest son is very interesting. He's only five years old this year, yet he has already slaughtered quite a few servants. Don't you think this brat has the potential to become a member of God's Knights?" Sommers asked with an evil smile.

"The eldest son? Ah, I remember now, Homing that lunatic's eldest son, right? Put that way, he really doesn't look anything like him at all," Maffy muttered, smacking her lips.

The Donquixote Family produced an abundance of oddballs—this was something acknowledged by all the Celestial Dragons on Mary Geoise.

There were rumors that perhaps the Donquixote Family bloodline carried some hereditary "madness," which was why every few generations, an outrageous person would invariably be born among them.

In this generation, the madman was probably Homing. Clearly a Celestial Dragon who had grown up from childhood in an environment like Mary Geoise, things turned out the opposite: every day inside his own luxurious mansion, he played at living an ordinary life with a bunch of slaves, and he didn't participate in the various gatherings and activities of the other families.

He even spent a great deal of money to buy those pitiful slaves from others, only to set the slaves free.

This caused the Celestial Dragons of the other families to feel that this Donquixote Homing fellow was simply unworthy of being a Celestial Dragon.

Precisely because of this fellow's foil, Vikengam had spent those years on Mary Geoise without the other Celestial Dragons feeling that anything was amiss with him.

"Come to think of it, the Jaygarcia Family and the Donquixote Family are intermarried, aren't they?" Maffy asked, as if recalling something.

"Look at what you're saying. Although we all feel the Donquixote Family might have some recessive hereditary 'madness,' after so many years, which family hasn't intermarried with others? My sixth maternal aunt comes from the Donquixote Family," Sommers shot Maffy a sideways look and said.

"I mean, Homing's branch—if I remember correctly, his mother was Viking's aunt, right? Calculated that way, Homing is actually Viking's cousin. The little imp you just mentioned has to call Viking uncle, doesn't he?" Maffy explained.

"Is that how it is?" Sommers was stunned, but he didn't dwell on it either, waving his hand as he said, "Family relations are far too complicated. As expected, one still has to absorb fresh blood every once in a while; otherwise, idiots like those will only become more and more numerous..."

Although he did not spell it out explicitly, Maffy knew very well that the idiots he spoke of were the numerous "ordinary Celestial Dragons" on Mary Geoise.

The nineteen Celestial Dragon families on Mary Geoise intermarried from generation to generation, which could also be considered you having me and me having you. As time went on, problems were bound to arise.

Therefore, as early as four or five hundred years ago, the Celestial Dragons no longer resisted accepting fresh, qualified outside bloodlines into their midst.

For example, Gunko, the former attendant of Imu and current member of God's Knights, was fresh blood absorbed from the outside world.

She was entered into the Manmayer Family genealogy as the adopted daughter of the contemporary Manmayer Family head.

Don't mind the fact that she was an adopted daughter; having originated as an attendant to Imu, which other Celestial Dragons who knew some of the truth would dare look down on her? Just this background alone was already more noble than the vast majority of Celestial Dragons, alright!?

To be the adopted daughter of the Manmayer Family head was to do your Manmayer Family a favor!