Garling abruptly raised his head, his face filled with unbelievable shock, and the composure he had maintained all this time shattered.
"Even you..."
His voice involuntarily rose, and the urgent question burst out:
"Does a power truly exist in this world that can destroy your blessing?"
After saying this, he felt that he himself was being somewhat sacrilegious.
How could such a power exist in this world? The disappearance of the three Shinigami was merely an accident; thinking this way was truly inappropriate.
Facing Garling's insistent question, Imu delayed answering, instead occupying himself by fiddling with the butterflies in the garden, as if he had forgotten Garling was there.
Seeing this, Garling could only take his leave.
However, as he left, his expression was extremely solemn.
The disappearance of the three members of the God's Knights seemed to have ended anticlimactically, with no one launching an investigation.
In the manor, Blake, who frequently used Observation Haki to monitor the movements in the Holy Land, naturally witnessed the entire process and couldn't help but exclaim:
"The World Government really is just a makeshift organization!"
Although Hancock didn't know why Blake suddenly had such an exclamation, she could tell he was in a good mood.
She decisively speared a strawberry and held it to Blake's mouth.
Seeing Blake put the strawberry into his mouth, Hancock revealed a happy smile... Borsalino returned to the New World and continued his slacking lifestyle.
Borsalino already had a general idea of the Sun Pirates' location from the previous pursuit.
However, this is where the Fishmen's advantage became apparent—if they couldn't win, they could dive deep underwater.
Of course, if Borsalino were truly determined to deal with them, it wouldn't take much effort.
But he knew very well that if he dealt with the Sun Pirates, he would subsequently have to return to Headquarters and become an Admiral, and the missions would then come endlessly.
Look at Kuzan now; he's riding so hard his wheels are smoking, constantly busy. Borsalino certainly didn't want to live that kind of life.
Therefore, he brought his fleet and spent every day leisurely cruising near the waters where the Sun Pirates might appear.
Until—
"Moshi Moshi~ Moshi Moshi?"
Borsalino was lying on a lounge chair on the warship deck, looking quite similar to Blake.
He looked suspiciously at the Den Den Mushi in his hand, wondering why there was no sound.
A nearby soldier couldn't stand it and reminded him:
"Vice Admiral! Not that Den Den Mushi!"
"Oh~ So this old man picked up the wrong one~ No wonder~"
He spent a few more seconds sighing over that comment before slowly pulling out the ringing Den Den Mushi and continuing his "Moshi Moshi."
The Den Den Mushi mimicking Sengoku already had an expression that was about to snap, veins bulging on its forehead.
Every time he contacted Borsalino, he felt his blood pressure spike.
Sengoku suspected that if the Marine had a few more guys like this, he might not survive until retirement.
He pulled a blood pressure pill from his desk drawer and put it in his mouth, preparing to tell Borsalino to quickly deal with the Sun Pirates.
As long as the matter of Fisher Tiger remained unresolved, the World Government would lose face, so the World Government was pressing hard.
Furthermore, the Marine was currently short on manpower, and Sengoku desperately needed Borsalino, a top-tier combatant with extreme mobility. He planned to recommend him to the World Government to become a Marine Admiral once he completed this mission.
But how shrewd was Borsalino?
He knew a call from Sengoku never meant anything good, so he preemptively said:
"Is that Mr. Sengoku?"
The Den Den Mushi perfectly replicated his slightly lazy and wronged expression:
"It was so scary~ Dealing with Kaido and Big Mom~"
"And Sakazuki, that guy, and a bunch of people I don't know~"
"After such high-intensity work, even I need a good recharge~"
"So, Mr. Sengoku, can I return to Headquarters for a rest first?"
With his lazy tone, an uninformed person might even think he was the one besieged on Minion Island.
Sengoku gently rubbed his chest and glanced at the blood pressure pill bottle. He suspected he had bought fake medicine, or perhaps his own heart was failing.
Others might not know the battle situation at the time, but how could he, as the Fleet Admiral, not know?
What did you, Borsalino, do besides raising your finger and going "biu, biu, biu" at Charlotte Linlin?
You clearly just went through the motions, yet you're acting severely injured to try and trick me into giving you a vacation? No way!
After a moment of silence, an ear-splitting roar came through the Den Den Mushi:
"Absolutely not!!!"
"You are currently executing a mission!"
"Borsalino! Don't think I don't know what you're up to!"
"Within one week, I don't care what method you use! Go and deal with the Sun Pirates immediately!"
Having finished, Sengoku furiously hung up the phone without waiting for a reply.
Borsalino lazily put away the Den Den Mushi and mumbled:
"Hai~ Hai~ I get it~ That's so strict~"
Borsalino put away the still-dozing Den Den Mushi and lazily stretched.
"Looks like I can't avoid it this time~"
He turned and instructed a nearby soldier:
"Change course~ It's time for us to work~"
"Hah-yi! Vice Admiral Borsalino!"
The young soldier snapped a salute with vigor, his face showing barely suppressed excitement, and he ran off to deliver the order so quickly he seemed to have wind beneath his feet.
Unlike this Vice Admiral who seemed perpetually half-asleep, the soldier was an ambitious young man who wanted to join the Marine and achieve great deeds, but he had been assigned to such an unreliable superior.
Since the Mary Geoise attack incident, their ship had been drifting all over the New World.
The pirates in the New World were generally sensible; seeing Borsalino, the monster Vice Admiral, they would steer clear, and his superior never pursued them either.
After several years, the soldier felt he had started his retirement early.
Now that there was finally a battle, he immediately became fully energized, excited as if he had been injected with adrenaline.
Soon, the warship slowly changed direction and sailed toward the waters where the Sun Pirates were located.
The Marine soldiers on the deck immediately became busy, adjusting the sails and checking the cannon positions.
Borsalino himself, however, slowly lay back down on the sun chair, sinking into it completely.
Not only that, but he picked up a magazine to read again, humming an out-of-tune song to himself.
His leisurely appearance made him look less like he was executing a capture mission and more like an aristocrat on a sea vacation.
He flipped a page of the magazine and muttered to the air:
"This is such a hassle~ Can't I just quietly stay on the ship and drink some tea~"
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