North Blue, the Germa Kingdom.
At that moment, the infamous Grand Undertaker, Peclo, was visiting.
Though called a kingdom, it was actually a fleet of several hundred snail ships joined together.
It was worth mentioning that those snail ships had incredibly smug faces.
Inside the castle at the center of the snail fleet, Peclo sat across from Judge, the king of the Germa Kingdom.
Two cups sat on the table between them.
One held tea, and so did the other.
Besides those, there were several guns.
"Well? Good merchandise, isn't it?"
Judge lifted his chin smugly as he asked.
Peclo's hair and beard joined together like a lion's mane.
A half-mask covered the upper half of his face, while his exposed mouth wore a smile.
"Not bad. In that case, let's get the goods delivered."
"Hmm? Aren't you going to say a few words in praise of these guns?" Judge raised his chin a little higher.
"Heh, you and I are in the same line of work, more or less. I've come here to buy weapons from you. What more do you want to hear?"
Peclo's expression remained unchanged.
At that, Judge burst into laughter.
"Hahahaha! You're right! My weapons are the best!"
Then his laughter subsided, and he asked as though something had just happened to occur to him:
"Oh, right. As I recall, you only come to buy weapons once every six months.
It's only been about four months since your last visit."
Peclo gave him a hollow smile. "Heh, that's nothing you need to concern yourself with."
Seeing his reaction, Judge felt his guess was probably right.
Most likely, this fellow had recently crossed someone powerful, someone whose forces were strong enough to leave him unsure of his chances.
*Should I take the opportunity to raise the