Holy Land Mary Geoise.
Five days flew by in the blink of an eye.
Inside the vast, magnificent conference hall, the arguments had never stopped.
For their own interests and those of the nations they represented, every king argued until his face was red.
Apart from the Navy-led world great recruitment proposal at the beginning, the remaining agenda consisted of proposals raised in turn by the fifty kings, with the chair presiding over their discussions.
Of course, these discussions did not necessarily produce results. Only proposals that served the interests of the vast majority of nations reached a conclusion quickly. As for the rest, most remained nothing more than an hour of talk before disappearing as though they had never existed.
Now, for instance, Cobra of the Alabasta Kingdom, the chair of this Reverie, spoke as he looked toward the king of the Drum Kingdom.
"Then, proceeding in order, the Drum Kingdom is next. Please prepare to speak!"
As Cobra finished, the aged king of the Drum Kingdom rose shakily. His eyes burned with anger as he looked around at everyone and pressed his hands hard against the conference table.
"I have only one proposal: we must devote every effort to wiping out the Sky Pirate Crew. The threat they pose to this world has already surpassed that of Gol D. Roger... if we keep letting them do as they please..."
Before the king of the Drum Kingdom could finish, Outlook II of the Goa Kingdom, seated nearby, could no longer resist mocking him.
"The Reverie is not a place for you to discuss your personal grudges, king of the Drum Kingdom. Besides, aren't you giving the Sky Pirate Crew far too much credit by comparing them to the Pirate King, Gol D. Roger? Hee hee hee, don't tell me