That Fool

Other ordinary slaves also worked very hard. Because of their good food and high energy, they were very popular in the labor market. The Bird Family was originally a major slave owner, and the fees charged by the Saint Sanming were very low, so slaves from the Bird Family were dispatched to almost every corner and every project in Holy Land Mary Geoise.

Many Celestial Dragons began to profit from the slave exploitation of the Saint Sanming. They would send half-dead slaves to "Birdmen 20" for treatment and recuperation, then bring them back for continued use, making it a very cost-effective solution. Gradually, the slave mortality rate in Mary Geoise decreased significantly, and the Celestial Dragons began to habitually take advantage of the Bird Family. However, under Tesoro's management, somehow, the Bird Family actually made a considerable profit.

Saint Jalmack's Son seems to be very enthusiastic about cultivation. In order to become the successor of the Gorosei, the extent of his hard work is enough to make the Celestial Dragons hesitate.

"That fool Saint Sanming," they muttered as they tried to regain their dignity in the arena and elsewhere.

"What's so great about being a slave?"

Whenever they saw that smile, a group of Celestial Dragons would be furious but helpless. Then they would place bets frantically in the arena, trying every possible way to kill the Gorgon Sisters, only to lose a huge sum to the Miming.

Even the Gorosei feel that Mary Geoise now seems to Miming, and the Celestial Dragons ' daily lives revolve around discussing how to take advantage of the Miming and vent their anger.

"This kid is really interesting," the Gorosei couldn't help but think.

More importantly, if his premonition is true, its significance to the World Government is immeasurable.

"I have a premonition that it's coming soon. Lately, I keep dreaming of the Holy Land ablaze with flames and rivers of blood."

After Miming said this, Mary Geoise quietly strengthened its defenses. All the Celestial Dragons were accompanied by secret agents, ready to escort Celestial Dragons to Pangaea Castle for refuge as soon as orders were given.

The army blocked the roads to the Holy Land Mary Geoise and conducted thorough checks on all those passing through. What made them even more uneasy was that the Revolutionary Army had been silent for some time and seemed to be brewing some major operation. From the mouths of low-ranking members of the Revolutionary Army whom they had captured by chance, they also obtained clues that confirmed that the Revolutionary Army seemed to be carrying out some plan related to the Holy Land Mary Geoise.

Soon, the news reached Saint Jalmack's Son's ears through the Navy, and Saint Jalmack's Son's reaction was, "I'm not afraid, I'm waiting."

The Gorosei specifically summoned Miming and gave him a beating to make him understand that there are many people in this world stronger than him. As a high-ranking Celestial Dragons, the most important thing is for him to enter Pangaea Castle as soon as possible to avoid any accidents.

So, on that morning, Saint Jalmack's Son was ordered to set off ahead of schedule and enter Pangaea Castle, accompanied by Cairns.

The entire Mary Geoise residential area was in a state of high alert, teeming with spies. It would be difficult for even a Nezumi to infiltrate.

A graceful figure drew back the curtains; the day that would change her destiny had arrived.

With bloodshot eyes gazing at the dawn breaking on the horizon, Miming gently kissed Hancock's forehead. "It's all for tonight. Run towards freedom, don't look back."

Hancock cried, "I won't leave! Let Sandersonia and Marigold escape, I want to stay by Miming's side forever! Without Miming, I have no freedom!"

"No, I don't even have freedom here." Miming had never been so serious. "You're not just fighting for your own freedom, but also for me, for everyone who's been captured and brought here. Remember, after tonight, you no longer need to call me 'master.' Forget you were once slaves, and live with pride. I will come to you when the time is right. When we meet again, I hope you can call me by my name, like real family."

"Yes, Master!" Sandersonia and Marigold said goodbye to Miming with kisses on the cheek, but they couldn't shake the habit of addressing him that way.

"I will make you proud!" Hancock held onto Miming. "But the thought of not seeing Miming again makes me uneasy. No, I don't want to go, I can't do it!"

"Big sister! You're causing trouble for Master!" Sandersonia and Marigold together forcibly pulled Hancock away.

Miming walked to the front door, where Tesoro was already waiting.

Today marks the one-year anniversary of the agreement. Tesoro has managed all affairs in an orderly manner thanks to his extraordinary business acumen, and has tripled his total assets through investments!

Tesoro was somewhat uneasy about whether he could meet the satisfaction level of Saint Jalmack's Son.

However, something seemed a little different about Saint Sanming today. Tesoro wasn't quite sure what Miming meant.

"Tesoro, tonight you're taking 10 billion Berry, Stella, and the Dice brothers to form a gang and chase your dreams."

"Today is a good day, don't let me down in the future."

10 billion!

Tesoro nearly peed his pants in fright. He wanted to ask for clarification, but the occasion wasn't appropriate. By the time he came to his senses, Miming had already left with Cairns.

"Dice, do you understand what your master means?" Tesoro asked, suddenly noticing that Dice' tall body straightened, he raised his head to look at the sky, and two streams of tears flowed down his cheeks.

"Tonight." A sharp glint flashed in Dice's eyes.

Tesoro snapped out of his daze and rushed towards Stella's room like a madman.

This was the only time that Saint Jalmack's Son used the automated walkway to reach Pangaea Castle.

Amidst the strange gazes of the Celestial Dragons, Miming began to tap dance on the path, the kind of dance Tesoro often performed.

Amidst the crisp, rhythmic clicking sounds, the slaves beneath the moving walkway seemed to hear music that resonated deep within their souls.

"We heard the signal, it's tonight!" The slaves planted along the path gritted their teeth and pushed the path forward with all their might under the overseer's whip.

The moving walkway rumbled softly, carrying the Miming towards Pangaea Castle.

The overseers dozed off. "These slobs are working surprisingly hard today."

One silent message after another seemed to sprout wings and travel among the slaves.

"It's tonight. We'll kill the overseer first, steal the keys, then set the mansion on fire and rescue everyone."

"Don't worry, I'll risk my life. I'm entrusting my wife and children to you."

In the gladiator cells of the arena, tall gladiators lay lazily on the ground, squinting their eyes, conserving their energy.

"The fire in the city is the signal. Everyone, fight your way out in the direction away from Pangaea Castle. The responsibility of fighting your way out rests with the gladiators. Regardless of life or death, this is the final battle."