Weapon fruit is rubbish? Have you ever heard of Ryujin Jakka?

"Governor Rosen."

"I."

"You won't be disappointed."

Congratulating himself on getting the position of head of the science class, Vinsmoke Judge had a smile on his face that even Whitebeard's Murakumo Kirei might not be able to suppress.

"I believe you."

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

It is an indisputable fact that Vegabank's intelligence and abilities are superior to Vinsmoke Judge's, but having outstanding abilities does not necessarily mean that he is more useful than Vinsmoke Judge.

Because they are too outstanding, many of Vegabank's inventions and talents will not be used by the World Government or the Navy.

Even if it is used by the government and the navy, some of it will be reserved rather than used up all.

But Vinsmoke Judge is different.

He said that he wanted to mass-produce Germa battle uniforms, and Vinsmoke Judge fully supported it.

If it were not for the technology to cyborg, it would require a large amount of funds and materials to support it, and he would have to do it alone. It would also take too long to take effect. It would require starting with the bloodline factor transformation of an unborn baby, and then going through more than a decade of growth to create a cyborg like Reiju or Sanji.

Vinsmoke Judge was even willing to share his cyborgs with Rosen without reservation and helped him mass-produce them.

These things would not necessarily happen if it were Begabank.

"Tezolo."

Rosen looked at Gilder Tezulo.

"Yes!"

As the richest man in the world, Gild Tesoro, who already has some of the aura of a Golden Emperor, behaved very well and respectfully in front of Rosen, just like a fanatic facing the god he believed in.

He participated in the highest meeting of the Marine Headquarters and witnessed Rosen seizing power in the Marine Headquarters from the Five Elders. He also remembered the other party's promise to take Stella back from the Celestial Dragons.

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

"Do you remember the name of that Celestial Dragon?"

Rosen's words made Gild Tesoro stunned at first, and then he seemed to understand something. His whole body trembled violently, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

It's not just him.

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

At this moment, everyone thought the same as Gild Tesoro.

In the past, no one would believe that someone would do such a thing, let alone the navy.

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."

"only."

"Governor."

Gilde Tesoro didn't know if he was too excited, his body started to spasm, he bit his tongue when he spoke, and his words became hesitant and unclear.

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

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

"I'll ask you again."

"Tezolo."

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

He asked Gilder Tesoro word by word.

"I."

Gild Tesoro wanted to say something, but seeing Rosen staring at him, all he could say ended up being two words:

"remember."

He gritted his teeth and said.

"Just remember."

"Then please tell me."

"The name of this celestial dragon."

Rosen nodded and continued to ask.

"Saint Charma!"

"It's him!"

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

Gild Tesoro seemed to be given great courage by Rosen's gaze, and also recalled the painful memories that were buried in his heart and that he could not bear to look back on.

He had been shaking non-stop, but suddenly he calmed down, he stopped biting his tongue when speaking, and his words became clearer, and an expression of hatred and anger appeared on his face.

In an instant, it turned into a ferocious humanoid beast that chose its prey and wanted to destroy everything related to the Celestial Dragons.

"Saint Charmaco, huh?"

"I see."

Upon hearing this, Rosen nodded to indicate that he had remembered the name, and then he said something that shocked everyone:

"There is still one week until the general's investiture ceremony."

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

"After the investiture ceremony, don't rush to leave the Navy Headquarters. Come with me to Marijoa and bring back Stella's body. Then, use the head of the Celestial Dragon named Charmaco Saint to pay tribute to her soul in heaven and let her rest in peace."

Each word Rosen uttered was like a ray of overlord-colored black lightning, which struck Gild Tesoro's body one after another, shaking his body and mind.

It's not just Gilder Tezzolo.

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.

this moment.

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

"But."

"Governor."

"Didn't you say that you wouldn't go to war with the World Government before ending the Great Pirate Era?"

Gilder Tezulo took a few deep breaths and forced himself to calm down:

"or."

"forget it."

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

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

Faced with a king who regards him as a brother, he is also willing to regard him as a confidant.

Therefore.

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

The others didn't say anything, but just looked at Rosen at the same time.

As colleagues, Gilde Tesoro and Stella knew the story inside out.

Personally, Dor, Jiazhi and others all hope to see the day when the Golden Emperor can gain revenge.

But to be fair, they all knew that Gilder Tesoro was right.

The World Government has just lost the Navy Headquarters, and the times are about to go out of control again.

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 can 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 ended, but that does not mean I will tolerate the World Government, nor does it mean that I will continue to let the Celestial Dragons go."

"A group of marine garbage claiming to be descendants of the Creator has been living happily and recklessly on this ocean for 800 years."

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

Rosen spoke in a calm tone, words that were 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.

As Rosen said.

A group of sea trash who claim to be descendants of the Creator, but this group of sea trash happens to have the highest privileges in the ocean. They are used to being high and mighty and regard everyone except the Celestial Dragons as slaves.

In her opinion, making the Celestial Dragons learn the rules is as difficult as overthrowing the World Government.

"Of course they can refuse."

"if that is the case."

"I will use my Zanpakutō as a pen and carve into the bones of the descendants of the Creator the rules they must follow."

"Navy rules."

Gion, Barrett, Dor and others in the office didn't know about it.

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

It was just like when Rosen was at the Navy Headquarters, using the power of Hyorinmaru to travel hundreds of miles and change the climate of Marijoa.

However, this time the temperature did not drop, there was no ice dragon covering the sky, and there was no continuous snow and wind as if the sky was pressing down on the earth.

There was a violent wind, like the howling of ghosts.

It's like dark clouds covering the sky, as if the sky is pressing down on the earth.

There was lightning and thunder, like Thor beating his drum.

It was a downpour, like a river from the sky flowing backwards.

With just a few words from Rosen, the weather in Mary Joa changed drastically, from being sunny and bright to looking like the end of the world.

It’s like the holy land of the Celestial Dragons. Whether the weather is good or bad every day depends entirely on Rosen’s mood.