I, a Celestial Dragon!

The official's voice interrupted Sabo, who finally came out of his brief daze.

After waking up, he quickly nodded to the official.

"I'm here sir, what are we going to do next?"

“Don’t be nervous, Mr. Sabo, I have arranged everything for you.

With your Highness's advice, we don't need any special etiquette this time. We just need to complete the final step.

Come, I will take you to the High Throne!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the official chuckled and led Sabo into the Chateau of Chambord. Walking up the stairs from the bottom to the top, Sabo finally stood in the extremely empty hall.

Before his eyes, a supreme throne nearly thirty meters high, like a sharp sword piercing the sky, appeared in his eyes.

But the first thing Sabo looked at was not the throne, but the countless swords stuck on the edge of the throne!

Sabo had a sharp eye. With just one glance, he found more than twenty famous swords among those randomly inserted swords, and there were even some very sharp swords among them!

Come to think of it, it makes sense. After all, these swords were inserted here by the rulers of a country.

As a sword held by the monarch's family of a country, it represents the power of their respective country.

The quality of those swords should have been far beyond the average level held by seafarers.

The most important thing is that those swords are not just so-called weapons!

Those swords do not represent sharpness or the power to kill.

They are the royal power!!!

As Sabo stared at the sword in deep thought, the official nodded slightly. Compared with the countless kings who had been here in the past, the young man in front of him was surprisingly young, but his calm appearance made him superior.

In the past, countless kings had revealed their ambitions for the throne in front of them, but the young man in front of him had no ambition in his eyes, only thinking.

The official is not young anymore, and people like him like people who are good at thinking.

So the official smiled appreciatively and said.

"According to common sense, I should read the corresponding oath to you here and explain the meaning of the existence of the Supreme Throne.

But you are His Highness's confidant after all, so let's not go through all the red tape.

Come, Mr. Sabo, please insert the sharp blade representing the domestic power of the Kingdom of Goa into the remaining space around the throne.

After this, the Goa Kingdom will transfer the core of power to the supervision and control of the World Government.

Of course, your Kingdom of Goa has its own national conditions. We do not have the courage to intervene in the country that Your Highness is interested in.

By all means, insert the Sword of Sovereignty."

"As ordered."

In response to the official's reminder, Sabo nodded slightly and then drew the sword from his waist.

Sabo took small steps to the front of the towering Supreme Throne, took a deep breath, and the sword in his hand suddenly turned pitch black.

warehouse!!!

With a crisp sound, the sword was nailed deeply into the periphery of the throne. Looking at the gem inlaid on the hilt nailed to the ground, Sabo sighed slightly and showed an expectant look.

"I'm done sir, so now, can I leave?"

He turned to look at the official and asked softly, and the official nodded immediately.

"That's all right, Mr. Sabo, please feel free to do as you please. I won't see you off."

"Goodbye."

Sabo nodded and left, then made his way back to the Gawain family.

But before he left, he couldn't help but look back at the Chateau de Chambord in the distance.

He suddenly felt a little confused as to why no one really sat on the so-called supreme throne.

At the same time, he couldn't help but look forward to it.

If one day, Uncle Gawain could sit on that throne...

Can the whole world live a more relaxed life like the Kingdom of Goa today?

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Not to mention Saab's vision, the Gawain family.

Around 10:20, Doflamingo woke up from his hangover.

Last night, he drank countless bottles of wine. It is said that wine does not make people drunk, but people make themselves drunk. Anyway, Dover was really drunk and unconscious.

He sat up from the bed and couldn't help but hit his forehead. Sigh, the difference between people... is it really that big?

Even when he was still a Celestial Dragon, he had no chance to meet the Five Elders. Even for the Celestial Dragons, the Five Elders were well-deserved big shots who had the right to decide the amount of their annuities.

As a result, such a big shot, in front of this guy Gao Wen, looked so indescribable!

Thinking about the attitude of the Five Elders towards Gawain, Dover always felt that Gawain was his destined...other people's child!

After all, I am Don Quixote, I know many secrets related to the world government, and I control the arms and slave trade in the entire ocean.

But, am I not worthy of the Five Elders to come over and have a private chat? ! !

That group of Five Elders could even chat for a long time with Nami and Nojiko, those ignorant East China Sea girls, with a smile on their faces!

Even an old pirate like Reilly Shaki, the kind of guy who, in Dover's eyes, had long been eliminated by the times, could drink two glasses of wine!

Compared with them, isn’t my experience of falling from the peak and rising from the trough not worthy of appreciation at all?

Could it be that the Five Elders didn't even take my self-proclaimed talent seriously?

For a moment, Dover felt an indescribable sense of frustration. He imagined many scenes of meeting the Five Elders. He was even prepared for his counterattack and response if the Five Elders scolded him about Huo Minggu.

As a result, his preparations were of no use at all because he was completely ignored!

That’s right, ignore it!

I am not worthy to appear in their eyes!!!

For a moment, Dover clutched his bed sheet tightly.

In just a moment, his bed sheets were torn to pieces, and the sound of tearing cloth attracted the maid on duty outside the room.

dong dong.

After knocking gently on the door, the maid outside asked in a low voice.

"Sir, is there anything I can do for you?"

"roll!!!"

Dover responded to the maid angrily, then he quickly put on his sunglasses and jumped off the bed again.

After putting on his clothes, Dover lowered his head and walked out of the room angrily.

The maids looked at Dover's back without saying a word.

After a moment, Dover turned around suddenly and looked at the maid who was smiling.

The murderous intent spread from Dover, and he began to want to kill something!!!

Just then, a steady sound of footsteps gradually came from near Dover's room.

"Where does the murderous intent come from?"

Xilu, biting a cigar and holding a sword, walked out of the corridor with interest.

Looking at Dover who was full of murderous intent, Xilu was stunned at first, then he said with a sneer.

“I thought there was an attacker, but I didn’t expect the murderous intent to come from you.

This is really your character.

But, haha, you'd better quickly retract your damn murderous aura.

Every maid in front of you is Lord Gawain's private property. If you have any intention of damaging his property.

Then my thunderstorm can have a good drink of your blood!

Flamingo!

After he finished speaking, Xiluo exhaled a puff of smoke lightly, and then looked at Dover at the moment with unspeakable eyes.

Facing Xilu's indescribably vicious sneer, Dover curled the corners of his mouth slightly, then shook his head in disdain.

"Tsk, you mental patient, get out of here."

After a sneer, Dover walked towards Shilu, and he directly bumped Shilu's shoulder and continued walking on the road he was about to pass.

Xiliu, who was knocked away, looked down at his shoulder.

"Hehe, you're a mental patient, aren't you one yourself?

When I think about it this way, hahahaha, we actually have a lot in common!"

After he finished speaking, Xilu turned his head with disdain and continued walking towards his room.

When he passed by the door of Dover, Xiliu paused for a moment and said to the maid at the door of Dover.

“You women have opened my eyes.

Although you don't have any fighting ability, your courage, wow, seems to be even more perverted than perverts.

Even a pervert like me only likes the feeling of killing, and doesn't like the feeling of being killed.

But you guys…you guys seem to be ready to die at any time…"

After he finished speaking, Xiliu smiled coldly and continued walking towards his room.

Pushing open the door, Xilu returned to the room and changed into a new set of clothes.

There is a battle royale game in Marijoa every two days, and Xilu loves this game deeply.

The bravest will win when two meet on a narrow road. Only one person out of fifty can survive to the end. He does not need to worry about who will die in his hands. At the same time, there are people, even those in high positions and positions, who are crazy about his bloody killing methods!!!

Just thinking about it made Xilu tremble with excitement. In excitement, he changed into clothes that were more suitable for combat, then walked away with his sword in hand.

This is his sixth escape game, and this is also the 90 billion Baileys he is about to earn for the adults!

So, will I meet a more promising opponent this time?

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On the other hand, in Marijoa, near the gathering area of ​​the lower class kings.

Sakaski sat on a beach chair, crossed his legs and looked at the lazy guy opposite him.

Facing Sakaski's gaze, Borsalino curled his lips obscenely.

“Well, well ...

Sakaski...

I heard that you had a deep conversation with Gawain, and Gawain...

He really has no intention of advancing to the Five Elders in this meeting, right?"

After he finished speaking, Borsalino laughed obscenely, and as he laughed, he gently swung his legs.

"It seems that in your judgment of Gawain, you have lost to that young man Kuzan again..."

Borsalino is indeed qualified to call Kuzan a young man. He is the oldest of the three generals today. He is more than ten years older than Kuzan and three years older than Sakaski.

That’s right, if we talk about relationship, then Borsalino is the eldest brother of this generation of admirals, just like Garp back then.

Of course, age does not determine anything, personality is the key to everything.

Hearing Borsalino's teasing, Sakaski frowned, and then he said coldly.

"I have no intention of competing with Kuzan on idle speculation. What the sea lacks is people who can do practical things, and the same is true for the navy!

Instead of guessing, I just expressed my attitude to Gawain and also made my promise.