Prison Cell

After the meeting ended, Swain dismissed everyone else, leaving only Luo behind.

"Thank you so much for this time. If you hadn't taken command at the last minute, we would most likely have lost that war."

Three Five Elders, two Marine Admirals, and several Vice Admirals of considerable strength.

Such a lineup would have had no trouble taking down an Emperor-level pirate crew.

Especially one that was leaderless.

Luo said with some resentment, "The Boss really has a big heart. I hope he brings a Den Den Mushi before heading out next time." The situation had indeed been extremely urgent. If they had failed, he himself might have had to bear responsibility.

Even if they won, he would not receive much of a reward. Status? He had already risen as high as a minister could. Weapons? The Scalpel that never left his side was the weapon he handled best.

Luo adjusted the hat atop his head and said wistfully, "There is no need for that, Boss. I am also a member of this group, so naturally I will do everything I can to protect it. Or rather, it has already become another home to me."

Swain was quite moved by his words. "Good! I will remember this favor."

Luo smiled faintly and said nothing more.

He had never placed much importance on favors, because as a doctor, he had long since developed that habit.

What he did not know was that decades after his death, his descendants would be sentenced to death for treason. Swain's descendants, remembering the favor between their ancestors, would pardon the clan, though their royal peerage would be permanently revoked.

Those were matters for later generations.

After parting with Luo, Swain summoned Red Earl to his side.

Red Earl truly came and went like a ghost.