Just as Blake returned to Mary Geoise, the old men in the halls of power were discussing countermeasures.
"Kong's failure has spread, and recently there have been reports of pirates causing trouble all over the world, with some even daring to attack Vice Admiral warships."
Mars held a red wine glass in one hand; the discussion was quite serious, but his expression was calm and unhurried.
The other Gorosei also looked similar.
Over eight hundred years, they had dealt with countless incidents far more severe than this.
Not to mention that Kong was only severely injured; even if he had been killed by pirates on the spot, it would not affect the World Government's rule.
The current situation was just a minor inconvenience for them.
Nusjuro slowly wiped the blade in his hand:
"The Marine needs to do something big to divert the attention of this sea and, at the same time, establish the Marine's prestige."
"Recently, that brat who used to be on Roger's ship seems to have been quite active."
Peter seemingly casually offered a reminder.
Satan Saint immediately chimed in:
"If that's the case, send orders to the Marine, instructing them to launch a Buster Call on Douglas Bullet's location, and have Sengoku and Garp go personally."
Warcury hesitated slightly:
"Won't this affect our agreement with Roger? If all those old guys come out to cause trouble, it will be no small problem."
"Don't mind them, a mere bunch of rats in the gutter."
Nusjuro sheathed his long sword and continued:
"Besides, this time it's that kid named Bullet who jumped out himself. If they dare to cause trouble, then we'll wipe them all out together!"
"Seconded."
"Seconded."
"Seconded."
The Gorosei all nodded, making their decision... Blake, who was already deep in slumber, did not know the Gorosei's thoughts.
Even if he did, he wouldn't care.
It was almost impossible to subdue the current great pirates, and Bullet was one of the most obsessive among them.
This guy extremely believed in the supremacy of strength, obsessively believing that Roger was the strongest man on the sea, and he had to find a way to surpass Roger.
Bullet was imprisoned in Impel Down for over twenty years, and in prison, he thought of a way to surpass Roger.
It was actually to eliminate all the Four Emperors and Admirals.
What kind of thought process could lead to such an operation?
In the end, he didn't even meet the Four Emperors and was taken down by a group of Shichibukai.
Especially Boa Hancock's Great Perfume Femur, which left a deep impression.
Bullet was a typical strongman who focused solely on increasing Haki strength without cultivating Haki techniques.
Blake had absolutely no interest in him... The next morning, Blake finished his luxurious breakfast in Mary Geoise, stood up, stretched, and greeted Stella, Robin, and Perona who were beside him:
"Come on, I'll take you to see the unique features of the Holy Land."
Perona's eyes lit up, and she quickly ran to Blake's side:
"What are the unique features of the Holy Land? Is it interesting?"
Robin, beside her, was also a little curious.
Neither of them noticed Stella's somewhat stiff smile.
Blake, however, smiled mysteriously:
"You'll know in a bit."
What were the unique features of Mary Geoise?
Of course, all kinds of Slaves!
Blake kept them by his side, naturally not intending for them to be mere ornaments; they needed to accept Blake's values as soon as possible.
While the two girls were still young, he wanted them to experience the feeling of being superior.
Blake didn't believe that if even he, a transmigrator, was corrupted by this life, these two young girls could be kinder than him?
...The second time they walked on the moving walkway, Robin and Perona's expressions looked better than yesterday, clearly having started to adapt, which pleased Blake greatly.
Following the walkway, they arrived at a huge circular building.
The countless gems embedded in the building's dome sparkled in the sunlight.
Its main body was constructed from blocks of pure white jade, with the World Government's emblem and Celestial Dragons family reliefs carved on its surface, and broken battle flags and chains hung between the pillars, symbolizing a twisted combination of oppression and glory.
Listening to the clamor coming from inside, Perona's eyes still sparkled, but Robin had already vaguely guessed the building's purpose, and her face was a little pale.
Blake reached out and rubbed her little head:
"Don't be nervous, you are now also a member of the ruling class."
With that, he ignored Robin, who stood frozen in place, and walked directly into the gladiatorial arena.
Stella took Robin's hand and quickly followed.
That's right, this was Mary Geoise's greatest feature: the Slave gladiatorial arena.
Upon entering, Robin found that the entire building had a diameter of several thousand meters, appearing extremely magnificent.
The center was a sandy gladiatorial area, surrounded by towering stone walls, with sharp iron spikes embedded on top of the walls, and a row of guards patrolling with long spears.
Elevator iron cages hung above the gladiatorial area, with cage doors controlled by pulleys.
Robin couldn't tell what metal they were forged from, but they were dark and shiny.
Underground, there was a Slave passage leading directly to the cells, with the entrance decorated with roaring beast-head bronze sculptures.
Charcoal was mixed into the lower layer of sand to absorb blood, and drainage channels were buried along the edges.
Torch stands were erected at the four corners, and Robin had read in a book about the fuel inside, which could burn for years without extinguishing, casting flickering shadows.
On the north side of the gladiatorial arena, there was a stone platform with a scale pattern carved on its surface, and a gallows and a guillotine stood upon it.
The dome adopted an arched structure, deliberately amplifying the screams of the Slaves and the cheers of the audience, creating psychological pressure.
An organ was located in the corner, and its music was transmitted throughout the arena via hidden amplifiers.
The stands were divided into three tiers, with noticeable differences in their construction materials.
The uppermost tier was not only a pure gold private box but also slowly rotated.
Based on her experience with the moving walkway, Robin knew without thinking where the power for the box came from.
As Blake entered the gladiatorial arena, a steward immediately ran over and knelt on both knees before Blake:
"Noble Celestial Dragons-sama, please follow me."
After Blake let out an indistinct hum, the steward quickly stood up, half-bowed, and led the way.
Upon entering the gladiatorial arena, the usually mischievous Perona glanced at the two Slaves fighting in the arena, and seeing them tearing at each other like wild beasts, with blood splattering everywhere, she immediately covered her eyes.
Stella's face also showed a rare serious expression, holding Robin and Perona's hands respectively, following closely behind Blake.
Arriving at the pure gold moving private box, the steward placed several jewel-encrusted binoculars on the table.
At Blake's signal, he maintained a bowed posture, exited the room, and closed the door.
It was unknown what technology this private box used; the moment the door closed, almost all the noise instantly disappeared, as if what they had just experienced was merely a dream.