Sailing: Weapon Fruit, I Rub The Flow Blade With My Hands

Chapter 334

"Governor Rosen."

"I."

"I will definitely not let you down."

Vinsmoke Judge was pleased to receive the position of head of the headquarters' science class. Even Whitebeard's Sokumo Kirito might not be able to suppress the smile on his face.

"I believe in you."

Rosen nodded, expressing his recognition of Vinsmoke Judge's ability.

It is an indisputable fact that Vegabank's mind and ability are superior to Vinsmoke Judge, but excellent ability does not necessarily mean that he is better than Vinsmoke Judge.

It is precisely because of his excellence that many of Vegabank's inventions and talents will not be used by the World Government or the Navy.

Even if they are used by the government and the Navy, they will be reserved, not all-out.

But Vinsmoke Judge is different.

If he said he wanted to mass-produce Germa's combat uniforms, Vinsmoke Judge would fully support it.

If it weren't for the technology of cyborgs, it would require a lot of money and materials to support it, and he would have to do it alone, and it would take too long to take effect. It would require bloodline factor transformation from an unborn baby, and then it would take more than ten years of growth to create a cyborg like Reiju and Sanji.

Vinsmoke Judge was even willing to share cyborgs with Rosen without reservation, and help him mass-produce cyborgs.

These things would not be certain if it were Vegabank.

"Tezoro."

Rosen looked at Gild Tezoro.

"Yes!"

As the richest man in the world, Gild Tezoro, who already had some of the aura of the Golden Emperor, behaved in front of Rosen in a proper and respectful manner, just like a fanatic facing the gods he believed in.

He had participated in the highest meeting of the Navy Headquarters, witnessed Rosen seize the power of the Navy Headquarters from the Five Elders, and the other party also promised to take back Stella from the Celestial Dragons and kept it in mind.

If loyalty has a numerical value, then his loyalty to Rosen is MAX.

"Remember the name of that Celestial Dragon?"

Gild Tezoro was startled by Rosen's words, and then he seemed to understand something. He trembled violently and his face showed an expression of disbelief.

Not just him.

Gion, Douglas Barrett, Vinsmoke Judge, Dole, T. Penn and Monet in the office all looked at Rosen in horror.

At this time, everyone thought the same as Gild Tezoro.

In the past, no one would believe that someone would do this, and it was the Navy who would do this.

But because of their understanding of Rosen, everyone present believed that the man in front of them would turn their thoughts into reality.

"I, I remember."

"Just."

"Governor."

Gild Tezoro didn't know if he was too excited, his body was spasming, he bit his tongue when he spoke, and he became hesitant and unclear.

"It seems that what I said just now was not clear enough."

Seeing that Gild Tezoro couldn't say a name for a long time, Rosen asked again:

"I'll ask you again."

"Tezoro."

"Do you still remember the name of the Celestial Dragon who took Stella from you, tortured her to death, and made you a slave?"

He asked Gild Tezoro word by word.

"Me."

Gild Tezoro wanted to say something, but seeing Rosen looking straight at him, his words finally turned into two words:

"Remember."

He gritted his teeth and said.

"It's good to remember."

"Then please tell me."

"The name of this Celestial Dragon."

Rosen nodded and continued to ask.

"Saint Charmaco!"

"It's him!"

"It was this Celestial Dragon who tortured Stella to death!"

Gild Tezoro seemed to have great courage under Rosen's gaze, and also remembered the painful memory that was sealed in his heart.

He was originally trembling, but he suddenly calmed down, no longer biting his tongue when speaking, and his words became clear, and his face showed hatred and anger.

In an instant, he turned into a humanoid beast that chose people to devour, wanting to destroy everything related to the Celestial Dragons.

"Saint Charmaco?"

"I see."

Rosen nodded to show that he had remembered the name, and then said something surprising:

"There is still a week until the admiral's inauguration ceremony."

"Take advantage of this time to think about where to bury Stella after bringing her back."

"After the inauguration ceremony, don't rush to leave the Navy Headquarters. Come with me to Marijoa and take her back.Bring back Stella's body, and then use the head of this Celestial Dragon named Charmaco Saint to pay tribute to her soul in heaven, so that she can rest in peace. "

Every word Rosen said was like a black thunder of the Overlord Color, which struck Gild Tesoro one after another, shaking his body and mind.

Not only Gild Tesoro.

Even Gion, Douglas Barrett and others who had already guessed Rosen's thoughts were stunned by what he said and what he was about to do.

At this moment.

The huge office became silent, and the only sound that could be heard was Gild Tesoro's violent breathing.

"But."

"Governor."

"Didn't you say that you would not go to war with the World Government before cutting off the Great Pirate Era?"

Gild Tesoro took a few deep breaths and forced himself to calm down:

"Or."

"Forget it. "

"Just get Stella's body back, and we can talk about the Celestial Dragons later. "

Gild Tesoro tried hard to suppress his hatred for the Celestial Dragons.

Faced with a king who regarded him as a brother, he was also willing to regard him as his confidant.

That's why.

He didn't want his personal vengeance to affect Rosen's future and the future of the Navy.

Others didn't speak, but looked at Rosen at the same time.

As colleagues, they all knew the story of Gild Tesoro and Stella.

Privately, Dor, Judge and others hoped to see the day when the Golden Emperor could usher in revenge.

But publicly, they all knew that Gild Tesoro's words were right.

The World Government had just lost the Navy Headquarters, and the era was about to usher in a moment of rampage.

It is indeed not appropriate to go to war with the World Government at this time.

Caught between public and private, between reason and emotion, in the end they could only choose to remain silent.

"I did say that I would not go to war with the World Government before the Great Pirate Era was cut off, but it does not mean that I will tolerate the World Government, nor does it mean that I will continue to let the Celestial Dragons go. "

"A group of sea rubbish who claim to be descendants of the Creator have been living happily and recklessly in this sea for 800 years."

"It's time to let these rubbish learn what rules are."

Rosen said in a calm tone that was enough to shock the world.

"What if the Celestial Dragons refuse?"

Gion couldn't help but say.

She had heard too much about the evil deeds of the Celestial Dragons.

Just as Rosen said.

A group of sea rubbish who claim to be descendants of the Creator, but this group of sea rubbish has the highest privileges in the sea, and is used to being high and mighty, treating everyone except the Celestial Dragons as slaves.

In her opinion, it is as difficult to make the Celestial Dragons learn rules as to overthrow the World Government.

"Of course they can refuse."

"In that case."

"I will use my Zanpakutō as a pen to carve the rules that they must abide by in the bones of the descendants of the Creator."

"The rules of the navy. "

Gion, Barrett, Dol and others in the office didn't know.

The moment Rosen said that he would write the rules that the Celestial Dragons must abide by in their bones, the climate of Marijoa, far away on the top of the red soil, began to change.

Just like when Rosen was at the Navy Headquarters, he used the power of Hyorinmaru to change the climate of Marijoa across hundreds of miles.

But this time it was not a drop in temperature, no ice dragon covering the sky, and no continuous snowstorms like the sky pressing down on the earth.

It was a strong wind, like the howling of ghosts and gods.

It was dark clouds covering the sky, like the sky pressing down on the earth.

It was lightning and thunder, like the thunder god beating drums.

It was heavy rain, like the backflow of the Milky Way.

In Rosen's few words, the weather in Marijoa changed drastically, from the previous sunny day to the end of the world.

It was like the holy land of the Celestial Dragons, whether it was good weather or bad weather every day depended on Rosen's mood.