I Bid One Beli

The woman beneath him worked even harder because of this little movement, making a gurgling sound of satisfaction in her throat.

"Mm..."

The embryonic form of his faction should start being built.

Saint Dio slightly adjusted his reclining posture, making Stussy's service smoother.

This trip to the Sabaody Archipelago to intercept Boa Hancock and her two sisters was by no means a whim, but rather a dark chess piece he had planned for a long time.

His goal was far more grandiose than subduing three women.

He was going to take the Kingdom of Amazon Lily and turn it into his private territory.

That island of Amazon Lily located deep in the Calm Belt was almost completely isolated from the outside world due to its geographical characteristic of being surrounded layer upon layer by the nests of countless Sea Kings.

Ordinary ships could not approach it at all, and even large Marine warships could only sigh in despair. Only the Kuja Pirates possessed a pirate ship towed by a fierce venomous sea snake named the Swimming Viper, allowing them to enter and exit freely without being attacked by Sea Kings.

This unique and inherent isolation made it extremely difficult for the World Government's tentacles to extend here, and even for the elites of CP0 to quietly sneak in would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Precisely because of this, this island was practically an ideal stronghold tailor-made for Saint Dio.

Once Amazon Lily was brought under his control, he would possess a territory completely detached from the World Government's surveillance.

Here, he could recklessly accumulate strength without worrying about being detected by the Five Elders.

When the time was ripe, this dark force hidden deep in the Calm Belt would become his key bargaining chip to overturn that chessboard.

Not only that, but the Kuja Pirates themselves were also an extremely handy tool.

Amazon Lily's territory was barren, its resources scarce, and the citizens had a tradition of plundering outward to maintain survival since ancient times.

As long as he guided them slightly, this pirate group composed entirely of elite female warriors could completely act as Saint Dio's black-gloved hands.

They would handle those dirty jobs for him that were unsuitable to be carried out in the identity of a Celestial Dragon or CP0, while all clues would ultimately point to an isolated Amazon Lily, and the pursuers were destined to return empty-handed.

As for the Boa sisters, they were his fulcrum to pry open the entirety of Amazon Lily.

According to the trajectory of the original work, before long, Fisher Tiger would climb the Red Line with his bare hands, igniting that flame of liberation in Mary Geoise.

In that chaos sweeping through the Holy Land, Saint Dio only needed to make a few arrangements, staging a seemingly accidental "escape" to release the Boa sisters-who had already been thoroughly trained and made devoted to him by him-back out to sea.

By then, relying on the inertia of the original work, Hancock would still ascend to the throne of the Kuja empress, and her two younger sisters would also become the core combat strength of the nation.

No one would know that behind that arrogant empress, there already stood a man who controlled everything of her body and mind.

Saint Dio would remotely control the entire Amazon Lily from behind the scenes through Hancock.

Without wasting a single soldier or a single blade, and without arousing the vigilance of any faction, he would pocket this natural fortress within the Calm Belt.

Thinking of this, the corners of Saint Dio's mouth curled up slightly.

Stussy beneath him seemed to sense the subtle fluctuation of her master's mood, thinking that her service was in place, and instantly started sucking and swallowing even harder, her throat making whimpering, ingratiating sounds, and that blonde head shaking like a rattle drum.

Saint Dio closed his eyes again, his fingers gently stroking through her hair.

--Soon.

Stussy felt the familiar pulse beating transmitted through the surface of her tongue.

Understanding tacitly, she took a deep breath, abruptly plunging that blonde head downward, her throat making a deep swallowing sound of "gulp".

A scalding torrent rushed straight in, and Stussy's throat rolled continuously several times before she entirely accommodated that astonishing amount, not a single drop spilling over.

After a long while, she slowly raised her head.

A soft "pop" sounded, slipping from her lips, trailing a crystal-clear silver thread that swayed twice in the air before finally snapping.

Stussy stuck out the tip of her tender pink tongue, unhurriedly licking a circle around the corners of her lips to roll the overflowed residual saliva into her mouth, then lowered herself and meticulously cleaned it up clean, not missing even the gaps of every single vein.

After finishing all this, she raised her head, those lake-blue eyes carrying wateriness of unrequited desire, licked her lips, and contentedly said, "Master's taste... is still as delicious as ever."

Saint Dio lowered his head to look at her, and then looked at his still erect dragon.

Although a single round was far from enough to completely satisfy Saint Dio, and with his current physique, doing it another three to five rounds might not necessarily exhaust him, the ocean scenery outside the window had quietly changed.

On the distant sea level, the outlines of huge mangrove trees gradually became clear, their gnarled aerial roots dangling into the sea surface like the fingers extended by a giant.

The Sabaody Archipelago had arrived.

Saint Dio frowned slightly, suppressing the restlessness in his lower abdomen that had not yet completely faded, and patted Stussy's head to signal her to stop.

"Enough."

Stussy raised her head unfulfilled, licking the crystal residue remaining at the corner of her mouth, those lake-blue eyes still carrying a layer of undispelled moisture, but seeing that Saint Dio had already gotten up, she also obediently stood up, casually picking up the clothes prepared on the side.

Saint Dio took that white coat, nimbly threw it over himself, tied the belt, and casually tucked Jörmungandr into the back of his waist.

"Prepare to disembark."

He instructed indifferently, his gaze already cast toward the drawing-near archipelago outside the window.

Stussy licked her lips, suppressing the lingering craving in her throat, bowed and replied, "Yes, Master."

Chapter 6: I Bid One Beli

The treasure ship slowly docked, and the heavy cables were thrown by the sailors toward the pier, winding a few times around the bollards before tightening up.

The gangway was set up, and Saint Dio stepped on the solid wooden gangway, walking down the ship.

Stepping onto the land of the Sabaody Archipelago, the ground beneath his feet was not soil or flagstones, but a special terrain intertwined by huge mangrove aerial roots, carrying a slight elasticity when stepped upon.

Stussy followed closely behind. The moment she stepped onto the pier, all the coquettishness she held in the cabin a moment ago had been restrained, transforming her back into that capable and cold CP0 agent.

She bowed slightly, lowering her voice, "Master, I am going to handle the matter you entrusted to me."

Saint Dio nodded slightly without speaking.

Stussy straightened up, those lake-blue eyes scanning the surrounding environment, and then her figure flashed, silently melting into the shadows of the alleys.

Her mission was to scout ahead in advance and ensure that the three sisters of the Kuja Pirates would fall into the hands of the human traffickers according to the original scheduled trajectory.

Although she did not understand why Saint Dio was so certain that those three people would definitely be targeted by specific human traffickers, having followed her master for many years, she had long since learned one thing.

Her master's judgment had never been wrong; she did not need to understand, only to execute.

Watching Stussy's figure disappear into the street corner, Saint Dio withdrew his gaze and walked alone onto the streets of the Sabaody Archipelago.

This was Area 26.

Among the 79 total areas of the Sabaody Archipelago, Areas 1 to 29 belonged to the Lawless Zone.

Human trafficking shops, slave auctions, underground casinos, black-market exchanges... all sorts of shady businesses took root and propagated here, and pirates mostly chose to dock and resupply in these areas.

There was no law, no order here, only naked jungle law.

However, for the Celestial Dragons, this was instead a fairly "safe" place.

Because even the most ferocious pirates would never dare to easily make a move against a Celestial Dragon.

Attacking a Celestial Dragon meant the personal dispatch of Marine Headquarters admirals, and Buster Call-level retaliation would shroud the entire sea area like dark clouds; no pirate crew could bear the consequences of such a result.

Unless it was those greenhorns who had just debuted and did not even recognize the symbol of the Celestial Dragons, any pirate with a bit of discernment would keep a respectful distance from the Celestial Dragons.

Saint Dio glanced at the group of guards following closely not far behind him.

These people wore heavy armor, with standard longswords hanging at their waists, each of them looking around nervously and facing a formidable enemy.

Their strength was not worth mentioning in Saint Dio's eyes, but due to duty, even if it was just going through the motions, they had to follow behind the Celestial Dragons' butts and play the role of "guards".

Saint Dio ignored them, walking forward of his own accord along the street.

As his footsteps advanced, the originally bustling and noisy street was as if hit by a pause button.

"He, Heavenly Yaksha-! No, Celestial Dragon-!"

It was unclear who first let out this trembling, low cry.

Immediately following, like falling dominoes, pedestrians on both sides of the street- whether they were peddlers shouting out, pirates hooking arms over each other's shoulders, or travelers hurrying on their way-all knelt down in unison.

They lowered their heads, pressing their foreheads against the ground, not daring to raise them or look directly at that white figure.

The bustling and lively street from just a moment ago instantly turned deathly quiet, leaving only the rustling sound of wind blowing through mangrove leaves.

Saint Dio turned a blind eye to the crowd kneeling and prostrating on both sides of the road, not even bothering to lift his eyelids.

This kind of scene of ten thousand people prostrating had accompanied him like a shadow ever since he could remember, and he was long used to it.

He neither felt proud because of this, nor felt discomfort.

Just like humans would not produce any emotional fluctuations because ants on the roadside made way.

He walked forward on his own, occasionally raising his eyes to sweep over the scenery overhead.

The most famous specialty of the Sabaody Archipelago was those bubbles flying all over the sky.

They continuously generated from the breathing pores of the mangroves, refracting colorful haloes in the sunlight, floating toward the sky in droves, as if the entire island were enveloped in an unending dreamlike foam.

To speak of the scenery alone, it truly deserved to be called magnificent and fantastical.

Yet Saint Dio's trip this time was not for sightseeing.

A moment later, a white figure silently appeared at his side.

Stussy had returned.

She turned slightly, putting her white-gloved lips to Saint Dio's ear, and reported in a low voice for a few sentences.

After listening, Saint Dio's perpetually indifferent lips finally curved upward.

"Finally here."

He said softly.

"Let's go, lead the way."

Stussy nodded slightly, turning to walk in the lead with swift and silent paces.

Saint Dio followed unhurriedly behind her, the two turning a few streets and finally stopping in front of an imposing building.

Two brawny guards stood on both sides of the main door. Upon seeing the Celestial Dragon symbol on Saint Dio's chest, they immediately knelt and prostrated on the ground, not even daring to draw a deep breath.

Stussy pushed open that heavy, carved wooden door. Inside the auction venue, it was even more spacious than it looked from the exterior.

Circular tiered seating spread out layer upon layer around the central auction stage, and the seats were filled with luxuriously dressed noble men and women.

The gentlemen were in suits and ties, the women draped in pearls and jades, holding wine glasses in their hands and whispering to each other, discussing the market conditions of today's auction items.

On the stage, an auctioneer wearing a tailcoat was talking nineteen to the dozen to introduce the next item.

When that heavy wooden door was pushed open, the bustling noise inside the venue experienced a brief stagnation.

The nobles near the door subconsciously turned their heads, wanting to see which tardy guest had arrived.

When they clearly saw that figure at the door, that dazzling white long hair, that long sword without a scabbard casually tucked behind the waist, and that young face, whispering sounds immediately spread out like ripples.

"An... another Celestial Dragon has come?"

"Shh! Keep your voice down! Do you not want your life?"

Saint Dio turned a deaf ear to these buzzing sounds like flies.

He didn't even look at those nobles much.

In his eyes, these so-called "upper-class people" dressed in gorgeous attire were merely a group of slightly wealthier commoners.

Celestial Dragons were world aristocrats, descendants of the Creators, and there was an uncrossable chasm separating them from these mortal beings.

He strode forward, walking straight toward the front row, the reserved seating with the best view.

The nobles along the way lowered their heads one after another, even unconsciously lightening their breathing, afraid that a slight carelessness would disturb this young fierce beast.

Saint Dio walked toward the reserved seating in the front row.

A Celestial Dragon was already sitting there.

A bloated middle-aged man wearing a bubble helmet, holding two scantily clad slaves in his arms, was waiting excitedly for the upcoming auction items.

Noticing someone approaching, he subconsciously frowned, preparing to put on the airs of a Celestial Dragon and scold this blind fellow.

However, when he turned his head and clearly saw the cold face of the newcomer, as well as his iconic white hair, his entire person was like a duck whose neck was pinched, and the flesh on his face violently twitched.

"Di, Saint Dio..."

He squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, greeted in a dry voice, and even carried a trace of imperceptible ingratiation.