The third time-this is the current [Scholar] advancement quest. (Continued)

Adrian glanced at him and offered a greeting. Ripples spread, and the Fish-Man adventurer, whose wounds had yet to heal, was taken straight into the Impenetrable Fortress.

Borsalino stood there at ease, saying nothing.

"I don't know why the World Government trusts me so much to honor our deal."

Adrian walked over to the wooden cart and lifted the white cloth.

"But here, inspect the goods. I can only guarantee he's still alive and has all four limbs.

"Oh, and I can guarantee that Charlotte Linlin never got her hands on the Celestial Dragon's genetic information."

A faint stir ran through the Marines.

"Is that really White Ghost? He's nowhere near as arrogant as the rumors say..."

"Yeah. He's no worse than us when it comes to talking trash."

"Don't let your guard down! That Great Pirate defeated our Fleet Admiral!"

"And he brought back a Celestial Dragon! What pirate would dare offend one of them?"

"Heh! Isn't that the Number One Slave—Ahem! Right, a Celestial Dragon! White Ghost is terrible!"

After the Celestial Dragon Slave Incident spread far and wide, certain irreverent jokes had spread with it.

"Number One Slave" was one such nickname for Saint Mjosgard.

Borsalino strolled over to Adrian's side as if he had no fear at all. He lowered his head, glanced at the Celestial Dragon in the cart, and looked over his distinctive outfit.

"Tsk!"

The man of ambiguous justice made an inscrutable sound.

"Why do I get the feeling you're not happy?"

Adrian glanced at Borsalino.

"Not at all!"

Borsalino nudged his glasses up again, looking perfectly innocent.

"How could I possibly be the sort of Marine who wishes a pirate would just kill a Celestial Dragon?"

"Hard to say... You do have a rather sinister face."

Adrian studied the kindergarten principal's face,