Mariejois, the Holy Land.
Tall buildings are arranged within it, like sacred palaces, showcasing the authority and glory of the World Nobles.
Everything here appears so solemn and inviolable.
Moonlight shines on the white buildings, reflecting a sacred light, as if warning the world that this is the pinnacle of power.
In a magnificent palace, Jaygarcia Saturn of the Five Elders is sitting at a huge conference table, holding a report in his hand.
His brow is furrowed, and his face is gloomy.
The atmosphere in the room is suffocating, and even the air seems to have become heavy.
"Ohara has been completely destroyed, but why do some people still want to touch those forbidden knowledge?"
He said in a low voice, with a hint of anger.
Topman Warcury slowly nodded, his fingers tapping the table lightly, making rhythmic tapping sounds.
"We cannot allow that history to be known by anyone, but the Poneglyphs are completely indestructible."
"But the problem now is,"
Mars stood up, his eyes sharply scanning everyone,
"That Jin-An is currently rushing to the G5 branch. It's good to let him clash with those ungrateful pirates. At least now his combat power is only below Sengoku and a few others."
"We need to take further measures regarding the Poneglyphs," Shepherd Ju Peter coldly said. "We can't let the pirates continue to disrupt our plans."
The room fell into a brief silence, everyone thinking about the next course of action.
Finally, Mars slowly stood up, his eyes showing firmness and ruthlessness.
"Send down the order,"
His deep voice echoed in the room like a command,
"No matter the cost, do everything possible to collect the Poneglyphs. Anyone who dares to challenge our authority must pay the price."
At the same time, at the other end of Mariejois, the Holy Land, a Celestial Dragon wearing a white dress sat leisurely in the garden, enjoying the cool night breeze.
His face wore a hint of laziness and arrogance, as if everything was irrelevant to him.
"I heard that Jin-An has already set off for the G5 branch. The war between the Navy and the pirates should be very interesting."
He said casually, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.
The attendant next to him respectfully lowered his head and replied,
"Yes, Your Highness, everything is proceeding according to your arrangements."
The Celestial Dragon nodded in satisfaction and continued to enjoy the wine and delicacies in his hand.
For him, there is nothing in the world that cannot be solved with power and wealth.
In this Holy Land, everyone has their own role and responsibility.
And everything they do is to maintain the order and stability of this world.
However, behind this order and stability, countless conspiracies and sacrifices are hidden.
Mariejois, the Holy Land, is still solemn and sacred, but behind it, countless unknown darkness and secrets are hidden.
And these secrets will one day be revealed.
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In the rest of the Mariejois Holy Land, the Celestial Dragons continue to sing and dance as usual.
Although the night has fallen for a long time, it has no effect on them.
Inside the luxurious palace, the lights are bright, and the magnificent chandeliers illuminate every corner. The light seems to dance in the air, reflecting each other with the gold and silver jewelry on the ground, shining with dazzling light.
The Celestial Dragons wear gorgeous dresses, covered with rare treasures, like gods isolated from the world.
Some of them sit on carved chairs, holding priceless wine glasses in their hands, carefully tasting wines from all over the world.
Watching the slaves dance gracefully in the spacious dance floor, their movements when drinking are elegant and full of aristocratic demeanor.
The musicians use the most exquisite instruments to play beautiful music. The notes flow in the air, as if taking away all worries and troubles.
They are the protagonists of this feast, with their hands behind their backs, indifferently scanning the surrounding laughter.
As one of the best Celestial Dragons, he enjoys endless power and wealth, but these cannot fill the emptiness in his heart.
A servant walked forward cautiously and respectfully handed over a plate of exquisite desserts.
The Celestial Dragon casually picked up a piece, chewing it carefully, but his eyes looked through the tall windows at the deep night sky outside.
That is the freedom he cannot reach, as if reminding him that although he is in the supreme position, he is still bound in this golden cage.
As the night deepened, the noise of the banquet gradually subsided.
The Celestial Dragon returned to his room, opened the window, and let the night wind blow on his face.
He stood there quietly, staring at the distant starry sky.
Despite being at the pinnacle of power, his heart longed for something indescribable.
Freedom, adventure, big events that made his heart tremble again, these are the dreams he can never touch.
He sighed silently in his heart and turned to walk into the depths of the room.
Luxurious furnishings, precious collections, everything seemed so indifferent.
The Celestial Dragon sat on the bed, looking down at the wine glass in his hand, his thoughts drifting to a distant place.
It was late at night, and the lights of Mariejois were still shining brightly. The Celestial Dragons continued their endless extravagance at the ball.
For these high-ranking nobles, this was just an ordinary night, peaceful and luxurious.
Just as the Celestial Dragons' singing and dancing gradually stopped, a figure wearing a black cloak and a clown mask quietly came to the edge of Mariejois.
His movements were like the shadows of the night, light and silent.
Jin-An stood on a high place, overlooking this city symbolizing power and luxury.
The magnificent palace was particularly dazzling in the night, as if showing off the prosperity and wealth here.
A cold light flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing an ironic smile.
"These pigs are having a good time."
He murmured in a low voice, with a hint of disdain.
He raised his hand and gently stroked the edge of the mask, his eyes like torches, as if he saw through the night the endless extravagance and depravity of the Celestial Dragons.
The cloak swayed slightly in the wind, setting off his slender and strong figure.
"Next, let you see the real carnival!"
Jin-An's voice was low, with an unquestionable power.
As soon as he finished speaking, Jin-An's figure seemed to be erased by an eraser, leaving no trace.
His existence seemed to be integrated into the night, as if he had never appeared.
His movements were so swift and light, like a breeze passing by, no one noticed his arrival.
Mariejois was still brightly lit, and the Celestial Dragons gradually fell asleep after enjoying the luxurious banquet.
No one realized that in the darkness, a real carnival was about to begin.
A breeze blew by, taking away the last trace of tranquility, as if foreshadowing the coming storm.
Jin-An was standing on a high tower in Mariejois, overlooking everything under his feet.
There was a sneer on his face, and his eyes flickered with the light of unyielding and resistance.
"The show has just begun,"
He muttered to himself, then turned and left, disappearing into the shadows.
Jin-An's arrival did not disturb anyone, but the aura he left behind permeated the air, as if an invisible hand was secretly manipulating everything.
Mariejois under the night seemed particularly quiet, but this quietness concealed an ominous premonition, and a huge change was about to come.
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