Pirate: I was just slacking off, do you really think I'm bad?

Long stood at the highest point of the city wall, calmly looking down at the rebel army below.

Crow, Swall, and other key members of the rebel army or the Self-Defense Force all turned their attention to the dragon.

Monkey D. Dragon, a very mysterious man in their eyes, whose origins are unknown to anyone.

In the past, he didn't have any dazzling qualities and seemed no different from the filthy miners.

Wearing simple clothes, her eyes were bloodshot from staying up late to plan things out, and her face looked tired.

But this very man, after arriving in the Kingdom of Eryokobu, devoted himself wholeheartedly to laying the most important foundation for the development of the rebel army.

This is a person who looks ordinary, but is actually quite extraordinary.

"Long live the revolution!"

As a voice rang out from below, a chorus of shouts of "Long live the revolution!" echoed throughout the entire island.

Long and the cadres behind him also raised their hands and joined in the brief celebration.

The rebels' jubilation did not last long, because before the uprising even began, Long had already laid out the entire plan.

After capturing Coal and Iron City, they will quickly attack the royal palace, plunder enough wealth and ships to move on.

Raleigh's goal was to wipe out the World Government's forces in the Kingdom of Eryokobu.

It was precisely because of this that Raleigh and Dragon collaborated for the first time.

"Let's go, Chief."

The crow stepped forward and whispered a reminder to the dragon.

The dragon nodded, then strode down the city wall and headed towards the capital of the Eryoko Kingdom. Several groups of people followed the dragon's figure with determined eyes.

In a secluded corner, a woman with a neat appearance and short hair is making a phone call.

"Hey, Lord Raleigh, they've captured Iron City."

"Yes, I understand. Where do they plan to go next?"

Their leader's senses are astounding; I dare not get too close, but I overheard others discussing something that seems to be heading towards the capital.

"Okay, be careful, Bellemere. The CP members should all be at the branch. Guide them to (

Organization P was wiped out.

One of the things that has always troubled Raleigh is how to develop his power in the North Sea while remaining under the nose of the World Government.

It's important to understand that the world government hasn't really been doing nothing all these years.

Anyone who considers a government that has ruled the world for eight hundred years to be a fool is the real fool, if it's one person or two.

Of course, one could live in hiding on a deserted island or in a small place undiscovered by the CP organization.

But what Raleigh was trying to do was expand his own power, which was almost impossible to go unnoticed.

Any power needs resources to grow stronger.

The vast majority of the world's resources are controlled by the World Government and its member states. Without exception, these countries are members of various CP organizations.

However, according to Raleigh's inside information, the CP organization under the World Government has been busy with some important matters recently.

The CP organizations in some of the member states of the North Sea have long been deserted, leaving only a few well-known resource-rich countries still operating.

Activities of members of Organization P.

I don't know if it's related to Roger and his group, or to the group of scholars in Ohara.

In short, if all the CP organization members of the Kingdom of Eryoko are wiped out now, the North Sea will be within the World Government's jurisdiction for a long time to come.

"receive!"

Bellemere also deeply dislikes the CP organization under the World Government.

Having witnessed Steele's treachery and ruthlessness, Bellemere now harbors utter disgust for the members of the CP organization.

Eryokobu Kingdom, capital city.

The magnificent hall was filled with the aroma of meat and the fragrance of fine wine.

This is a grand banquet for the king.

Every evening, all the ministers would put down their work and go to the palace to eat and drink, thus passing the time.

The kingdom of Eryokobu is very fat.

Edward III Croft.

He didn't have much talent for governing the country, but he was not by nature a person who liked to oppress others.

His only hobby was food, so he had the palace chefs prepare large quantities of food for him to enjoy every day.

Edward III also particularly enjoyed having his subordinates dine with him to demonstrate his benevolence, even though he himself was unaware of the suffering of the lower classes in the Kingdom of Erjurobu, all policies were announced in his name.

At the banquet, the nobles, accompanied by their ladies, chatted with acquaintances and occasionally savored the exquisite food from the palace.

Edward III sat on his throne, smiling as he watched the groups of women dancing below.

"Your Majesty, something terrible has happened! The workers of Coal Iron City have all revolted, and a rebel army of over 100,000 has captured Coal Iron City and is advancing towards the capital at an alarming speed."

A tall figure walked in, his expression grave and anxious as he called out to the man on the throne.

Raymond Grover, the chief of the royal guard and Edward III's childhood friend and bodyguard, dispersed the flustered nobles at the banquet and walked straight to the king.

"Your Majesty, we must leave this time. The entire Imperial Guard has been captured by the rebels. Although our Imperial Guard is far stronger than the Imperial Guard, we are ultimately outnumbered by the rebels."

I just contacted the navy. Because of the situation in Bondiwald, most of the naval personnel have been ordered to set sail, leaving the navy extremely weak. However, they said they could provide us with shelter, as long as we go to the naval base.

The man on the throne, dressed in magnificent attire, asked with a mixture of surprise and nervousness:

Why do they want to rebel?

Grover smirked but didn't say anything.

His friend and the king had no ill intentions and posed no threat to anyone.

They've spent too much time in the capital and palace and know nothing about the kingdom.

However, this was normal, since Edward II, Edward III's father, was the same. From birth, they didn't need to do anything, didn't need to learn how to govern, and didn't need to issue orders.

This is because the World Government directly dispatched officials to govern it.

After realizing this, the king of the Eryoko Kingdom consciously relinquished his administrative power, retaining only control over the royal guard and the palace guards. He explained that they had simply been misled by the sorcerer.

Grover grabbed Edward III's wrist and lifted him from his seat.

Immediately afterwards, a dozen soldiers in well-equipped gear poured into the venue.

They resolutely walked straight to Grover's side; there was no time for anything else. The urgent matter now was to transfer His Majesty the King to the naval base. "You few, take His Majesty to the port; there's a ready-made ship there."

Several obese nobles squeezed through, their faces plastered with ingratiating smiles:

"Lord Grover, what are our plans?"

Grover glanced at it and said:

"Excuse me, sirs, the Royal Guard has its own duties; we exist solely to protect His Majesty the King."

"However, if you gentlemen wish to live, you may proceed to the port yourselves and board the ship with His Majesty the King."

Grover didn't care whether these nobles lived or died.

Because he doesn't need their respect or flattery at all.

Father, I want to fight alongside you too.

An unusually young boy, dressed in the standard armor of the Royal Guard, jumped out and ran to Grover's side, saying something.

Grover's expression froze upon hearing the voice, then his eyes turned fierce.

Didn't I ask you to escort His Majesty the King to the naval base?

Grover looked at his son, and his anger flared up.

As the commander of the royal guard, he would have no complaints if he died while protecting the palace; it was his duty.

However, his desire to keep his son alive was also a selfish one, so he arranged for his son to escort the king away.

Many of the Guards' sons were assigned to work on that ship by Grover.

Father, His Majesty the King has other escorts; he does not need me.

Looking at his son, who had a touch of heroism, Grover slapped him.

"Fool, from now on, I am your superior, not your father. My mission is to escort His Majesty the King safely to the naval base."

"Execute orders, soldiers!!!"

Grover practically roared that he feared if he didn't leave soon, the king and his son would never be able to leave again.

The royal palace is built on the highest point of the island.

From the palace gates, Grover could see the fleet of ships, their lights shining, rushing out from the direction of Coal Iron City.

Just how terrifying are rebel armies that number over ten?

That is, from the island where Coal and Iron City is located to the island beneath their feet, the ships, lined up end to end, actually traversed the sea area between the two islands.

Grover sighed, glancing at it briefly before looking away.

There's no way we can win!

Is this country really going to be overthrown by the rebels?

Grover didn't know.

Just then, a man in a black uniform appeared in the hall. He glanced at Grover coldly before walking towards him. Grover, what's going on? Where is His Majesty the King?

The person who came had an interrogative tone, which made Grover very uncomfortable.

"It's a workers' uprising in Coal and Iron City. I was worried about His Majesty's safety, so I preemptively sent him onto a ship bound for the naval base."

"Foolish! Do you think your Imperial Guard can successfully escort them? Let's leave it to the CP organization."

"Carroll Barlow, have some shame. I have no obligation to send you away from here."

After hearing the words of the CP organization leader, Grover gained a new understanding of the shameless nature of the CP organization.

The rebel army is about to arrive, and he actually wants to run away and even plans to take up a spot in the Imperial Guard.

That's definitely impossible.

"There are plenty of ships at the port. If you're so capable, go and sail one away. I don't have time to argue with you."

Carroll Barlow had come specifically for this matter, and after hearing Grover's answer, he couldn't wait to leave.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the venue changed. The previously chaotic venue seemed to have been muted.

A tall figure walked in through the door, followed by fully armed rebel soldiers, and smiled as he spoke:

"None of you are leaving."

Grover stared at the man who walked in from outside the palace. At first glance, he couldn't tell anything about him except that he was tall.

However, his resolute gaze and powerful aura told everyone that he was the leader of the rebel army. "You must be the leader of the rebel army."

Carol Barlow looked at the dragon calmly and said that he had been a little flustered at first, but he regained his composure when the dragon walked in.

Because he had never seen the wanted poster for the dragon, nor did he know the dragon's identity.

As an intelligence officer for the World Government, he had seen most of the wanted posters for pirates, and he remembered those who were relatively strong.

However, he had absolutely no recollection of the leader of this uprising.

There are only two possibilities in this situation. One possibility is that the person is a powerful individual who is secretly cultivating on an unknown island.

One type is the newbie who has little strength and has not yet ventured overseas.

Carroll Barlow was very confident in his own strength. He was not even forty years old, yet he already possessed combat power equivalent to a naval commodore.

Within the territory of the Kingdom of Eryoko, he is the strongest fighter, not the previous Navy Commodore Zakri.

So, if we get rid of you, the rebel army will collapse on its own, right?

Carol Barlow looked at the dragon in front of him, which seemed eager to attack. Although he was not so arrogant as to fight a hundred thousand rebels by himself, he believed that he could easily fight the leader of the enemy.

The uprising in the Kingdom of Eryokobu puts him in a very difficult position with the World Government. Capturing the enemy leader might be the best way to redeem himself.

"Naval Type 6 Shave!"

Carroll Barlow was also a master of hand-to-hand combat, and he performed the Six Styles of the Navy very well.

His figure suddenly appeared behind the dragon. Looking at the dragon, who was facing away from him and completely unprepared, Carol Balo's lips curled into a cruel and mocking smile.

"You've been tricked! Hahaha!" Gray Wolf Fruit - Devouring.

Carol Balo, who circled behind the dragon, transformed into a monster with the upper body of a wolf and the lower body of a human.

As a member of the CP organization, getting yourself a Devil Fruit is quite easy.

He was quite lucky; he ate a Zoan-type Gray Wolf Fruit.

Although it's not some high-end Devil Fruit, in a small place like the Kingdom of Eryorobu, he is the only expert.

A cruel smile appeared in Carol Barlow's eyes; he seemed to already see the dragon in front of him being bitten in half.

DI this!

The imagined scene did not occur; Carroll Barlow's gaping maw did not bite down.

A sharp samurai sword pierced his heart from behind and emerged from his chest.

Fresh blood flowed down the tip of the knife and onto the ground, dripping.

Swall said with a speechless expression:

"Chief, why is it that every time someone tries to ambush you, they appear from behind you, and they never look behind you to see if anyone is there?"

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Even the dragon didn't know.

Anyway, whenever someone else has the speed advantage, they will always get behind him and launch an attack.

All Swall needs to do is watch out for any figures disappearing from the field, then stab them within half a meter of their backs with his katana.

There's a 90% chance he'll manage to stab the person trying to ambush him.