One Piece: Blue Scale Admiral

"That was close, I almost burst out laughing..."

Roswald, who is actually Rorschach with a swapped mind, instantly understood when he saw the starkly different behaviors of Charlos and Charlotte.

Luo's chaotic space technique clearly went slightly astray.

It was largely a success.

However, he transferred Lark's mind to Charlos.

He himself entered the body of Charlotte Palace.

Only Rorschach successfully swapped himself into Saint Rozwald.

And immediately, he did what an angry Celestial Dragon would do.

That was to severely punish the guards for their incompetence.

"We're okay... Dad."

Charlotte Palace said somewhat awkwardly, "My clothes are filthy, and my hood is torn. I don't want to smell this disgusting air in Sambaud. Father, shall we go back now? But the mermaid that Charlos wanted to buy is still at the auction house. And you, Father, want to buy giant slaves. Are we going to go back empty-handed?"

Saint Roswald immediately understood, turned around, and glared coldly at the guards around him and at the CP leader lying on the ground.

"What just happened? Was it an enemy attack?"

The guard, covered in blood from his beating, immediately knelt upright upon hearing the question and replied respectfully:

"Reporting to Saint Rozwald, based on my judgment, what just happened was likely just a mangrove tree being struck by lightning."

"It's probably because of the heavy rain that lightning struck the mangrove tree next to us."

"Really? I thought it was a pirate attack."

"It shouldn't be a pirate attack. Your Excellency Roswald, I'm afraid no one on this sea could unleash such a terrifying pillar of lightning."

The guard leader spoke respectfully, seemingly unconcerned about the blood covering his face.

Saint Roswald walked back to the giant slave who had been brought back by several guards.

As he approached, the guards kneeling beside him immediately crawled over and lay down in front of him, using him as a stepping stone.

Saint Rozwald stepped on the back of the guard, and with the help of two other guards, sat on the broad back of the giant slave.

He glanced coldly at the crowd still kneeling on the ground and snorted.

“I’m going to Auction House No. 1 to buy slaves. You’re lucky today, I won’t kill you. But our clothes are dirty and our hoods are torn. I need you to find clean clothes within ten minutes, otherwise you will still die.”

Upon hearing Roswald's voice, the guards who had been kneeling on the ground, not daring to get up, finally showed joy and looked at Roswald with tears of gratitude.

"Thank you, Saint Roswald, Saint Charlos, and the Charlelia Palace for your generosity! Thank you for your grace, Your Excellency!"

“Roswald Saint, there should be spare clothes and hoods at the government compound at No. 69. Please wait a moment while we go and get them for you.”

The CP leader, covered in blood, pulled a medicine bottle from his pocket and poured it into his mouth.

As soon as the medicine entered his stomach, the CP leader's body swelled up, and his aura surged dramatically.

He stood up, and in a flash, he leaped dozens of meters away, quickly flying off into the distance.

Two more guards rose again, tilted their heads back and drank the potion. Their auras surged, their speed increased, and they quickly disappeared into the depths of the distant forest.

Less than eight minutes later, the CP leader returned with two other people.

Each person held a snow-white robe wrapped in gorgeous fabric and a bubble headband forming a collar.

"Maid! Help the three lords change their clothes!"

The CP leader was pale, and the aura emanating from him was even weaker than before he drank the potion.

Moreover, his once short black hair had turned mostly white, and clear wrinkles had appeared on his face.

The same applies to the other two.

After a while, having changed their clothes and put their bubble headbands back on, the Roswald family continued their journey toward Auction House No. 1.

The guards surrounding them became even more serious.

The CP guards stood guard around Roswald and his two companions, keeping a close watch on their surroundings and paying close attention to any movement.

The CP leader looked at Roswald Saint's retreating figure with gratitude.

"What a lucky day! I almost thought I was going to die. It was all my carelessness that prevented me from rushing to protect the great Roswald family the moment the lightning erupted."

"Fortunately, the great Saint Rozwade showed mercy and forgave our dereliction of duty."

"An accident like that must never happen again!"

'Charlos' felt extremely uncomfortable and awkward, feeling the loose robe he was wearing, the bubble hood on his head, and the slave sitting beneath him.

However, physical discomfort is secondary.

The key issue is the psychological discomfort.

She looked at the slaves beneath her, crawling on their hands and feet across the hard, rocky ground.

The giant, at least three and a half meters tall, was carrying himself on the ground, his neck, hands, and feet all chained. He looked numb.

He remained completely unaware as sharp stones cut his palms and knees, drawing bright red blood.

It was as if they had lost the ability to feel pain, and both their bodies and minds had fallen into the deepest numbness.

The giant slaves sitting beneath Charlotte and Roswald were the same.

Such blatant trampling on the dignity and body of others has brought a tremendous psychological shock to Yun Que.

Especially the guards surrounding them, each one was respectful and not a single one showed any sympathy for these slaves.

Everyone took it for granted.

"Living like this is worse than death."

The lark sat stiffly on the slave's back, expressionless.

She really wanted to do something.

For example, using the identity of the Celestial Dragon Charlos Saint to pardon the slaves under his command.

But Lark knew he couldn't do that.

This is not in line with the behavior of the Celestial Dragons.

"Is this the source of darkness that Brother Rorschach wanted us to see?"

Lark thought he had seen the source of chaos that Rorschach had mentioned.

But she still underestimated the Celestial Dragons.

When their group finally arrived at the open space in front of Auction House No. 1.

The lark then witnessed a magnificent sight that it would never forget.

From east to west, from left to right, the open space stretching for hundreds of meters was teeming with hundreds, thousands, even tens of thousands of people.

Among the crowded masses were wealthy merchants, nobles, and even royalty from certain kingdoms, all dressed in fine clothes.

There were strong slave traders, pirates, and government officials.

Some civilians looked terrified.

Elegantly dressed nobles, government officials, and wealthy businessmen stood in the middle, all smiles.

Strong-looking slave traders and pirates crowded on the right, each with various kinds of slaves bound beside them.

The fearful and uneasy civilians stayed on the left.

Everyone was kneeling.

Besides them.

Chapter 132 Supreme Power

In the open space in front of Auction House No. 1, thousands of people knelt down, respectfully welcoming the arrival of the world's nobles.

Saint Rozwald sat expressionlessly on the slave's back, unmoved by the spectacular sight before him.

Charlotte Palace wore a cold smile, seemingly unappreciative.

To the surprise of the CP guards, Saint Charles, who was usually the most active, was rather quiet today.

I wonder if it was because it was frightened by the lightning earlier.

This made the guards feel uneasy.

At this moment, Saint Charles sat blankly on the back of a slave, staring intently at a corner of the crowd on his right.

The CP leader, whose face was covered in bruises, noticed this scene very keenly and quickly followed his gaze.

In the corner of Charles Saint's attention, there was a small, ragged, red-haired girl with a chain around her neck, being held by a burly slave trader like a little dog.

The little girl looked to be no more than fifteen or sixteen years old.

Although her slender neck was bound by chains, her eyes held a hint of hatred.

Noticing this, the CP leader suddenly realized something.

"So Saint Charlos has taken a fancy to that wild and untamed little girl. That makes sense, Saint Charlos has always had a taste for that kind of girl. He has already married more than a dozen wives in the Holy Land, and none of them are older than sixteen."

The CP leader, who believed he had seen through Charlos's thoughts, immediately stepped forward, walked up to the slave trader, and whispered a few instructions to him.

Then, a look of wild joy quickly appeared on the slave trader's face.

Even the surrounding slave traders cast envious and jealous glances at him.

"My lord! No problem! It is her good fortune to be noticed by a great world noble. I will take her there to meet the great Saint Charles."

Yod's face was filled with uncontrollable ecstasy.

He couldn't believe that he had been chosen on his first visit to greet the high and mighty Celestial Dragons.

As slave traders in Sabaody, everyone dreams of capturing a mermaid or an adult giant.

Only these two types of goods are the rarest and most precious, and only through them can one climb the social ladder and rise from the lowest rungs of society to become a Celestial Dragon's personal slave-hunting team.

From then on, they lived a life of luxury, never having to worry about anyone's opinion no matter where they went.

Even the Celestial Dragons' dogs are more noble than those of royalty and nobles.