Why Was He Interested

Spandine rose first to offer his thanks. "The CP9 will absolutely not disappoint Saint Jalmack's Son. Just give the order, Saint Jalmack's Son! We..." He loudly proclaimed his loyalty while cursing inwardly. Who would have thought that idiot Garp would steal the chance to make the first impression? Anyone who says Garp is stupid is wrong. That man isn't stupid at all!

Miming suddenly cut in and asked, "Did you manage to capture Nico Robin later?"

Spandine's face immediately darkened, and he nearly fainted. How did I get asked about the most embarrassing thing in front of everyone? With so many agents in the CP9, we still couldn't catch a little girl for several years. This is the most humiliating thing that has ever happened to the CP9.

"Not yet..." Spandine looked at the mocking gazes around him and felt like dying.

"Later, report Nico Robin's intelligence to me privately." Miming did not seem to mind and showed no intention of reprimanding him. This meeting is going wonderfully.

Kong was somewhat surprised. "Why is Saint Jalmack's Son interested in Nico Robin?"

Miming picked up a roast chicken. "Because... mmmph, mmmph... You know what I mean, right?"

The veins on Kong's forehead bulged. What am I supposed to know? And what's with this? I was giving a speech, but everyone sat down and started eating!

"Ah, seriously now... Everyone, eat. Don't hold back..."

Miming kept stuffing roast chicken into his mouth as he said, "Regarding the Holy Land being set on fire a year from now... Mmph, mmph... Who's the head chef at headquarters?"

Many people lowered the food in their hands. Could it have been the head chef who started the fire?!

"This roast chicken is unbelievably delicious. Mmph, mmph..." Miming had already finished two.

Kong practically wanted to strangle him, but he couldn't. The other party was a Celestial Dragon and very likely the successor the Gorosei had carefully groomed. He might even become Kong's direct superior one day.

The head chef escaped disaster, and everyone present continued eating.

Sengoku calmly chewed his food while studying Saint Jalmack's Son before him. This is truly the most unconventional Celestial Dragon to appear since the Donquixote Family. But Saint Jalmack's Son was different from Saint Homing. He came from an even more distinguished background, and it seemed he had undergone some training as well, possessing considerable strength. That meant Saint Jalmack's Son could do whatever he pleased, because the other Celestial Dragons could not beat him.

But whether this was a blessing or a disaster for the Marines, no one could say.

Sengoku was an extremely cautious person, so he swiftly entered eating-more-and-speaking-less mode.

Black Arm Zephyr was the same. During the previous incident, Hina and Domino had suffered some grievances, but afterward, an award order had actually arrived, commending both them and Zephyr. They did not particularly care about recognition from the Celestial Dragons, but when it came to promotion, it was genuine merit.

This filled Zephyr with pleasant surprise and gave him a considerable fondness for Miming.

He had heard of good Celestial Dragons, but he had never seen one alive.

Afterward, they had worried for a long time, afraid that some nauseating aftermath would follow. Yet nearly two years had passed without Saint Jalmack's Son harassing them. Moreover, he seemed to have undergone special training himself.

"Admiral Zephyr, when you have time, could you give me some pointers...? Mmph, mmmph..." Miming swallowed his fifth chicken. "I'm very interested in joining the Marines!"

"Pfft—!" Every Marine present spat out their food. Some even shot food from their nostrils.

"Huh? What was that? A chicken wing?" Miming clearly saw the tip of a chicken wing protruding from Zephyr's nostril.

Zephyr calmly pulled the chicken wing from his nose, put it back in his mouth, and began chewing, completely unaware of what he was doing. What did I just hear? A Celestial Dragon wants to join the Marines? This isn't an ordinary joke.

Sengoku kicked Zephyr's foot under the table, the corner of his eye twitching.

Garp pointed at him. "Zephyr, you're disgusting!"

Zephyr came to his senses, his face filled with panic. "Ah, I wouldn't dare! The Marines... are loyal to the World Government. How could we let Saint Sanming join the Marines? This won't do, this won't do!"

Marshal Sengoku had just let out a sigh of relief. Zephyr really does have a quick wit. If a Celestial Dragon entered the Marines and started throwing his weight around, who would listen to whom?

Garp stood up, gripping a chicken leg. "Why not? This is great! I approve! Why don't I be the one to train him..."

Sengoku nearly went insane. Can't food even plug your mouth?!

Sengoku rushed over and locked an arm around Garp's neck. "You don't get a say! Sit down! This is outrageous!"

Garp protested, "I've never hit a Celestial Dragon before. What a great opportunity! I could hit a Celestial Dragon with perfect justification..."

Sengoku's face turned green. "Shut up!" He actually said what he was thinking! I knew that was your plan!

Realization dawned on everyone around them. A chance to hit a Celestial Dragon? Of course it was Garp. No matter how they looked at it, this was practically suicide!

Spandine's mouth fell open. He quickly recovered and shouted, "Guards! Arrest the traitorous Garp!"

Kong was practically going insane. With the situation spiraling this far out of control, he had completely lost face.

"Ah, quiet down!" Miming suddenly slapped the table. "Right, it's time to discuss serious matters. Serious matters. You four, release Vice Admiral Garp."

The room fell silent. Everyone pricked up their ears and stopped chewing.

Miming said, "Within a year, and no more than two years from now, someone will invade the Holy Land Mary Geoise, setting fires and killing people everywhere. I dreamed about this, and that's all." It was a rare moment when he was not chewing anything, and his words were unusually clear.

Kong hurriedly said, "The reason we gathered everyone today was to discuss a countermeasure."

Miming stood up. "I completely trust everyone present. I'll leave the rest to you."

"Huh?" Kong thought to himself, We don't have any detailed intelligence at all! "Saint Jalmack's Son, there should be many more details. Could you describe them as thoroughly as possible?"

"Describe what? It was just a dream. I forgot most of it after waking up." Miming looked impatient. "Besides, who died, and who killed them? What does that have to do with me? Those five old fossils—I already told you it was only a dream! As long as no traitor can kill me, what does it matter to me if everyone else dies?"

"It concerns the safety of the Holy Land. Saint Jalmack's Son, please make the effort to tell us more details..." Kong did not know why he was being so pathetic. Originally, he had not taken it seriously and planned to fob Miming off with a perfunctory discussion. Yet Miming was even more perfunctory than he was.

"There were flames everywhere, with many people setting fires and killing others. Nearly every area of Mary Geoise was ablaze, and quite a few idiots died."

That meant Celestial Dragons had been killed in the dream! Many people realized how serious the matter was and exchanged glances.

Miming simply washed his hands of responsibility. "You discuss it. I'll keep eating."

At that moment, Kong felt that this meeting was truly difficult to conduct.

"Then let's begin discussing countermeasures." Kong organized his thoughts. "Judging from the intelligence..." Can this even be considered intelligence? "A major incident involving an invasion of Mary Geoise will occur within one to two years. The enemy, unknown. Their numbers, numerous. Their strength, presumably considerable. They may be connected to the Revolutionary Army. They will use a strategy of setting fires everywhere, attacking weaknesses in the defenses. Saint Jalmack's Son, is that correct?"