Mjosgard quietly walked along the roads of the Holy Land.
Around him, Celestial Dragons appeared one after another to watch the spectacle.
After all, news of such a major event had naturally reached them.
Two groups from the Donquixote Family had now appeared, both abandoning their noble status and willingly becoming lowly commoners.
The previous Donquixote descendant had even returned with his father's head, trying to become a Celestial Dragon again.
They wanted to see when Mjosgard would regret it.
When that time came, they would mock this abnormal fool without mercy.
They could no longer call him one of their own.
After all, from this point on, he would never again become a Celestial Dragon.
Mjosgard ignored the people watching from the sides.
In their eyes, he was a fool.
In his eyes, they were the fools.
Fools raised inside a cage.
Now that he thought about the way these people lived, the sea really had not been wrong to call them pigs.
Each one was fat-headed, big-eared, and abnormal in the brain.
Mjosgard was very glad he had met that man, White Ghost. Otherwise, he might still be living like an idiot.
The moment he thought about how he used to live just like them, Mjosgard felt deeply ashamed.
When Mjosgard reached a villa, Charlos, round-faced, big-eared, and with snot hanging from his nose, ran out from inside.
"Mjosgard, why? Why are you doing this? Are you abandoning me, your best friend?"
Mjosgard looked at him.
To be honest, this man's nature was not evil. He had simply been educated into stupidity, and the way his mind worked was different from normal people.
He was just a pure fool, without anything else mixed in.
Mjosgard looked at him.
"Live your current life properly, Charlos. Sometimes, having fewer thoughts is also a good thing."
Charlos blinked his bright eyes at him.
"What are you talking about, Mjosgard? I'm asking why you're doing this."
Mjosgard smiled.
"I got tired of my old life, so I want to try another one."
Charlos looked completely confused.
"Why? Isn't our current life good?
"When we have nothing to do, we ride slaves and watch them fight. When we're bored, we train slaves. Isn't that kind of life good?"
Mjosgard looked at his foolish face and said nothing more. He only patted his shoulder.
"Live well from now on. I'm leaving."
"Mjosgard!"
Charlos wanted to follow him from behind, but his clever father stopped him.
Mjosgard reached the edge of the elevator. There, an old white-haired butler was already waiting for him.
The old butler bowed.
"Young Master."
Mjosgard waved his hand.
"Kalbar, didn't I tell you? From now on, you're free. I am no longer a Celestial Dragon either."
The old butler Kalbar smiled.
"Young Master, our family has served your line as butlers for generations. I will be your butler for the rest of my life."
Mjosgard shook his head.
"That man is not easy to talk to. He is very suspicious. If anything seems wrong, things will become troublesome."
Kalbar's old face also smiled.
"Young Master, I will not bring you trouble.
"Even if I have to become a cleaner, that is fine. As long as I can stay by your side."
Mjosgard led the way toward the elevator.
"Let's go. That man isn't that petty. Besides, I prepared him a large gift. He should still give me a little face."
Kalbar immediately took the two large cases from Mjosgard's hands.
Although he was already old, he still had strength. How could someone who served as a Celestial Dragon's butler not have a few skills?
The two of them slowly descended in the elevator.
Inside the Room of Authority.
The Five Elders were all looking at a file on the table.
That file contained everything about White Ghost from birth until now.
Of course, there were still some hidden matters they had not found.
Seeing that the other four had no intention of speaking, Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro could only break the deadlock himself.
"If we act now, we can still stop this man from entering the New World. Once he gets in, we will have no way to handle him properly."
Saint Topman Warcury glanced at him.
"Did we not already reach a conclusion earlier? Let him go and bite at those people like dogs fighting dogs."
Seeing the others look toward him, Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro adjusted his glasses.
"That method works on others, but this man is too dangerous.
"His threat level is no lower than Whitebeard Newgate. One has immense destructive power. The other has even greater destructive power and higher mobility."
Saint Jaygarcia Saturn took a sip of tea.
"You are being too cautious. He is only a slightly stronger ant. Before absolute power, that man cannot stir up any waves."
Saint Marcus Mars folded his arms and looked at the scenery outside the window.
"It is normal for him to worry. After all, that boy has prepared for so long.
"Once he enters the New World, who knows what sort of impact he will cause?"
Saint Shepherd Ju Peter stroked his beard.
"On top of that, there are the Devil Fruits Mjosgard is taking away this time.
"Although they were only meant to be fed to slaves, they will still increase that boy's overall strength."
The cursed blade in Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro's hand left its sheath, and a sinister aura spread from the blade.
"That is why I say this is our best chance. The three Admirals, Garp, and Zephyr are all here. We should strike with full force and take him down."
Saint Topman Warcury shook his head.
"I'm afraid he will not be so easy to take down.
"Leaving aside the fact that his own strength has already reached the peak, his crewmates are not weak either.
"On top of that, the Float-Float Fruit is in his hands. It will be very difficult to act."
Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro looked at him with vicious eyes.
"So we simply let him enter? You know very well that the earlier we solve a problem, the fewer troubles it creates."
Saint Topman Warcury calmly lifted his teacup, ignoring his gaze.
"You know that ant has tremendous destructive power and can fly. Have you forgotten how that ant threatened us?"
Of course Saint Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro had not forgotten the words that ant had used to threaten them.
"If you want to move against me, you had better kill me in one strike. Otherwise, I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep peacefully.
"Throwing some fireworks at the Holy Land from time to time is still something I can do. Besides, I refuse to believe no Celestial Dragon will ever come down to show off."
At first, they had thought that ant's tone was rather arrogant.
But after seeing that battle in the North Blue, they had no choice but to reconsider White Ghost's words.
Because that boy truly could come and go as he pleased.
Saint Topman Warcury set down his teacup.
"Let him cause trouble. We all know that whether it is those people, him, or the other ambitious ones, their final target will be us.
"In that case, leave it until the end. We will clean them all up at once. Then we will have peace for a while."
The other four nodded.
"Agreed."
"Then let it be done this way. We will make arrangements in advance and wait for those lowly ants to challenge the gods."
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