Chapter 54: Who Is The Protagonist?

Lucia fastened the last button on Carl's coat. She took a few steps back, looked at him carefully from top to bottom, and praised, "Young Master, you look really good in this!"

Carl put on a pair of black boots and walked to the floor-length mirror. In the mirror, he was dressed in black, with a tall and slender figure.

Lucia walked behind Carl and stretched out her arms around his waist. Carl naturally placed his hand on hers. The two shared a moment of tenderness before heading out; they had business to attend to later.

When Carl saw Garling again, he was also wearing a black suit of the same style as Carl's, accompanied by a burly, golden-armored guard wearing a helmet. The golden-armored guard saluted Carl and said respectfully, "Lord Carl, I am Carlos, the captain of the first escort team."

By the way, the Figarland family has a total of five escort teams. The first, third, and fifth teams are under Garling's control, while the second and fourth teams were assigned to Darian. The third team had been handed over to Carl by Garling, though it wasn't really necessary—after all, the captain of the third team was Lucia, making it only natural for Carl to take over.

Garling looked at Carl, who had changed his clothes, with approval in his eyes. "Yes, this is what a member of our Figarland family should look like."

Carl put one hand in his pocket and said, "I thought it was a fat sack with a fish tank on its head."

"Don't talk nonsense. You don't need to bring any fish or hood here, and I think that kind of clothes...are okay!" Garling hesitated, then added, "Speaking of which, I've never seen you wear that kind of clothes. Does it not fit you?"

Garling glared at Carl. "You're lucky to be my nephew. Even in Mary Geoise, there aren't many people who dare to talk to me like that."

Garling couldn't stay mad at Carl for long. He laughed and said, "But who makes me your uncle? Just accept it."

After saying that, Carl walked forward on his own, and Lucia hurriedly trotted to follow. "Young Master, do you know the way?"

Looking at Carl's back, Garling's sullen face gradually relaxed. He suddenly shook his head and chuckled a few times. "This feels pretty good."

Carlos, the captain of the first team, glanced at Garling secretly and was shocked. Saint Garling, who had always been unsmiling and awe-inspiring, actually had such a side. Garling put his hands behind his back, looking a little old-fashioned, though he was still in his prime.

He seemed to suddenly remember something until Carl's back almost disappeared from his sight. He sighed softly and murmured, "It would be better if that boy could be by my side..."

In the Celestial Dragon Conference Hall, a dozen Celestial Dragons wearing similar spacesuits sat around a rectangular conference table, all looking at the little boy standing at the end of the table.

The boy had short yellow hair and wore oval-shaped sunglasses. He looked young, just taller than the table, and was wearing a washed white shirt with some bloodstains that couldn't be removed.

Amid the scornful or mocking gazes of the Celestial Dragons, he stood there alone, holding a bloody human head in his hand.

Saint Saturn's face was expressionless. He folded his hands on the table and said nothing. The boy's hand holding the head trembled slightly. He raised his head and said in a hoarse voice, "Will you let me come back or not? Haven't I done enough?"

No one paid attention to the boy. The group of Celestial Dragons had lost interest in him and were all showing off what kind of slave they had bought today.

Just when the boy was about to collapse, Saint Saturn slowly spoke, "Doflamingo, you'd better be patient. Your matter cannot be finalized until Saint Garling arrives."

"Why!?" Doflamingo shouted.

"Because you killed a Celestial Dragon. If he finds you guilty later, not only will you not be able to return to Mary Geoise, but you will also be... executed on the spot!"

As soon as these words came out, Doflamingo felt a chill in his heart. He already regretted coming back here. The feeling of having his destiny controlled by others was truly unbearable. Every passing minute felt like torture.

Suddenly, a burst of unhurried footsteps sounded from the door of the chamber, and then the door was pushed open. What appeared in Doflamingo's eyes was a burly man wearing gold armor.

Doflamingo swallowed. When he was still in the Holy Land, he often heard the name of Saint Garling, but he had never met Garling himself.

So at first, he thought it was Garling who pushed the door open, but the burly man immediately stood upright by the door as if waiting for something.

The originally noisy Celestial Dragons fell silent instantly, and several female Celestial Dragons stretched their necks to look towards the door.

Tread...

Under everyone's gaze, two slender figures entered the meeting hall—it was Garling and Carl, the uncle and nephew. Of course, it was Carlos who had opened the door just now. After Garling and Carl entered, he stepped out of his own accord. Lucia didn't come in directly; she waited outside the door.

The Celestial Dragons in the hall were stunned when they saw Carl next to Garling, and they all began to speculate about Carl's identity.

Without saying a word, Garling took Carl and sat down in the two empty seats on the lower left side of Saturn.

Saturn's eyes stayed on Carl for a while, then he looked at Garling and said, "Saint Garling, you are finally here. Do you need to introduce the person next to you first?"

Garling crossed his arms, glanced at Carl next to him, and said, "He is my nephew, Saint Figarland Carl."

Carl also crossed his arms. After Garling's brief introduction, he just nodded slightly.

The casual behavior of the uncle and nephew caused an uproar among the people. After a brief shock, a group of Celestial Dragons immediately began to whisper.

"Saint Garling's nephew? Isn't that the sole heir of the Figarland family?"

"Oh my god! I almost forgot that he has a nephew. I didn't expect to see him today!"

"Saint Carl is very young and looks very similar to Saint Garling, but his hairstyle is a bit too ordinary."

"Let's go and get to know him first. He will probably be the next leader!"

Several Celestial Dragons had already moved their chairs closer to Carl and were talking to him enthusiastically.

Doflamingo was completely ignored. He stared blankly at Carl, who was now surrounded by Celestial Dragons, and a strong sense of jealousy welled up in his heart.

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