One Piece: Blue Scale Admiral

But mermaids and adult giants aren't so easy to catch.

The mermaid is alright.

Although Fishman Island is located 10,000 meters deep in the ocean, you can occasionally encounter some innocent mermaids swimming up from the deep sea to admire the sky, the moon, and the islands near Sabaody Archipelago.

If we get lucky, we might catch one.

Capturing an adult Titan, especially a male Titan, is practically impossible.

Because Elbaf, the village of giants, is located in the New World, giants are rarely seen in the park.

Even if they did exist, the giants' fighting power was extraordinary, and they were not something that ordinary slave-hunting teams could handle.

Earlier today, these slave traders had participated in capturing that giant pirate.

Yod witnessed firsthand that during that arrest, at least two hundred people were brutally killed by the giant, who was said to be underage.

I received a notification from Berkeley that some world nobles would be attending, and that these slave traders should bring their best stock.

If you're lucky, you might catch the eye of a passing Celestial Dragon and rise to the top in one step.

So Yod brought over the prettiest red-haired girl he had caught in the past few days.

Compared to the rare race slaves captured by his peers, the cargo in Yod's hands had nothing remarkable about it except for its stubbornness in refusing to bow down.

Therefore, Jord only considered himself to be there to make a brief appearance.

But to everyone's surprise, the joy came so suddenly.

He yanked the chain in his hand, pulling the girl, who had been looking down, up from the ground. "Hehehe, you're lucky. You've been chosen by the great Celestial Dragons, and from now on you can live in the Holy Land of Mary Geoise. Now come with me to meet the great Saint Charlos. If you behave well, perhaps you'll become his next wife."

Yod glanced around smugly, taking in the countless envious and jealous glances around him, which made him feel even more pleased.

The red-haired girl was completely stunned when she heard his words.

The hatred and stubbornness that had always been in her eyes suddenly vanished without a trace.

Instead, their faces were filled with despair and utter despair.

Yod, with an air of superiority, dragged the dazed red-haired girl behind the CP leader and arrived in front of Charlos.

Upon seeing Charlos sitting atop the slave's back, and noticing his snow-white robe and signature bubble hood, Yod instantly became obsequious and knelt on the ground with a thud.

"Yord greets the great Saint Charlos and wishes him good health and a long life."

This kid's quite the talker.

The CP leader raised an eyebrow.

When Charlos saw the red-haired girl he was interested in appear in front of him, he finally snapped out of his daze.

As he got closer, he noticed that the heavy chain around the girl's slender neck was covered in rust.

The heavy chains had chafed the girl's neck, leaving her with bruises and swelling around her collarbone.

The girl looked haggard and thin, clearly having not eaten a proper meal for many days.

So pitiful.

Charlos felt pity and said, "Untie her chains, let her stay with me, and have someone bring her some food."

"Yes! I'll unlock the chains right now."

Yod nodded quickly, an uncontrollable smile spreading across his face.

it is true!

He wasn't dreaming!

The great Saint Charles truly took a liking to his slave.

Yod fumbled for his key and unlocked the door for the girl.

His hands were trembling with excitement.

"I'm going to make it big! I, Yod, am finally going to turn things around! Hahaha, from now on, I'm going to take down every single slave-hunting team in Chambord!"

As the chains around the girl's neck were loosened, Charlos dismounted from the slave's back and approached her with concern.

A smile appeared on the face of the CP leader.

"As expected, Saint Charles really took a liking to this girl, as he gave such thoughtful instructions."

The CP leader was pleased to see that he had figured out his master's thoughts.

This will definitely help to lessen the unpleasant experience from before.

On the other side, Charlotte Palace, noticing Charlos's actions, frowned slightly and glanced at her father, Roswald, with a hint of something in her eyes.

Roswald said softly and meaningfully, “As the greatest gods, we can do whatever we want without considering the consequences. Because everything we do, no matter how absurd, is right.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than a change occurred on Charles's side.

Charlos took the food from the guards, squatted down, and with a snotty, ugly face, handed the food to the red-haired girl who looked desperate.

Are you hungry? Want to eat something?

The girl slowly turned her head, staring blankly at the man in front of her who wore a bubble hood and had an extremely disgustingly ugly face. Suddenly, she screamed and reached out her hands to grab at Charlos's face, which was right in front of her.

"Even if I die, I will never become the wife of someone like you! Celestial Dragons! You are the scourge of this world! I..."

"Watch out! Saint Charles!"

The CP leader was shocked and instantly flashed in front of Charlos. Without thinking, he poked his finger at the head of the girl who was lunging at him.

"No!" Charlos was stunned and instinctively reached out to stop him.

But he seems to have forgotten that he is now nothing more than a pampered fat boy.

The CP leader moved too fast; there was no way he could stop him.

With a crisp 'plop' sound, the red-haired girl who had pounced on him had her head thrown high, her eyes glazed over, and a look of relief on her face. Her petite body flew backward and crashed heavily to the ground.

A deep, bloody hole appeared on her forehead, clearly pierced cleanly by the CP leader's finger gun.

The girl was killed with a finger gun, and the CP leader's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

He looked coldly at Yod, who stood to the side as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Yod fell to his knees with a thud. Just as he was about to explain, everything went black. The enraged CP leader grabbed him by the hair, dragged him behind him, seized a spear from a guard, and pinned the terrified Yod to the ground, piercing his heart.

"Your slave actually frightened Saint Charles, you damned bastard!"

After doing all this, he quickly ran to Charlos, knelt down, and begged his master for forgiveness.

At this moment, Charlos's gaze was completely focused on the dead red-haired girl, and he didn't listen to his voice at all.

The girl's eyes were vacant, gradually losing their luster, but her face wore a relieved smile.

It was as if he felt relieved because he had escaped from the clutches of the devil.

Not far away, seeing Yod, a fellow slave trader, die a gruesome death, the other slave traders, instead of feeling sorrow for their fallen comrade, wore expressions of schadenfreude.

Yod is dead, and the female slave who caught the eye of Saint Charlos is also dead. Doesn't this mean they have another chance to curry favor with the Celestial Dragons?

The slave traders noticed that Charlos's gaze was still fixed on the dead girl, and their eyes lit up.

It seems that this is the kind of girl, this kind of personality, that the great Saint Charles prefers.

We must do everything we can to capture a girl of this type and present her to Saint Charles.

Thinking of this, some slave traders began to scan the surrounding crowd with sharp eyes.

Witnessing this turn of events, the coldness deep within Charlotte Palace's eyes deepened even further.

Saint Roswald dismounted from the slave's back and walked to the middle-aged man kneeling at the front, dressed in a suit and with a slicked-back hairstyle.

As Rozward approached, Berkeley's old face immediately broke into an exaggeratedly fawning smile.

Just as he was about to speak, Roswald pointed at his face and said in a deep voice, "Slap yourself fifty times."

"Lord Rozwald, what...what did you say?"

Berkeley, the auction house's president, looked at Roswald with some confusion, thinking he had misheard.

A gust of wind swept past him, and a black-clad CP guard appeared, slapping him across the face, sending him spinning in place, his top hat flying off his head.

This sudden turn of events caused everyone behind to lower their heads in fear.

"Do whatever your master tells you to do immediately. Whether you explain or not is none of your business. Now, slap yourself fifty times right now, or you're dead."

The guard pulled out a pistol and pressed it against Berkeley's forehead.

Berkeley's eyes showed fear and panic.

"I'll hit, I'll hit, I'll hit right away."

He raised his hand, trembling, and slapped himself across the face.

"Push harder, haven't you eaten?"

Roswald's gaze was icy, and his tone was chilling.

"Snapped!"

Berkeley gritted his teeth, swung his arm in a wide arc, and slapped himself hard across the face, making his skin shake.

He slapped himself repeatedly, making himself dizzy and his mouth gradually swell up.

After being slapped fifty times, Berkeley's once handsome face was now swollen like a big steamed bun.

Blood was flowing from his nose, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth.

His slicked-back hair, shiny and shiny, hung limply on the ground. He knelt on the ground with lifeless eyes, tears welling up in his eyes.

Berkeley felt extremely wronged, but dared not cry.

Do you know why you're being punished?

Roswald's voice was cold.

Berkeley shuddered in fright, fell to the ground, and shook his head.

"If you don't know, then slap me fifty more times."

Roswald turned away, ignoring Berkeley's mournful face, and walked to his son.

“Charlos! Wake up! He’s nothing but a lowly slave. There are plenty of trash like him.”