Chapter 135: Are you still alive?

Upon hearing these words, everyone present was taken aback.

As for Borsalino, who believed he was the real deal in the transaction, he was at a loss whether to curse or laugh at this moment.

The rapid shifts in his emotions within a short period caused his facial muscles to tense up, making him look even more awkward for a moment…

Adrian shrugged at Borsalino, wearing an expression that seemed to say, 'Are you really surprised?'

The next moment, he continued speaking to the Den Den Mushi, "Hey, we agreed just now. The World Government has consented to this transaction."

Adrian deliberately emphasized the words 'World Government' and 'consented'!

After a brief moment of surprise, the members of CP0 also came to their senses and firmly refused:

"This is impossible!"

"Tsk!"

Adrian let out a short, mocking laugh.

"So, are you looking down on the Celestial Dragons, or are you looking down on Borsalino?"

Borsalino, whose heart was pricked again for no apparent reason, felt like crying…

Although it's true, you don't have to keep repeating it, White Ghost.

Adrian, without paying any heed to Borsalino's intense emotional state, spoke again:

"Or, in the eyes of your World Government, is the importance of 'Monkey D. Garp' far greater than that of 'ordinary Celestial Dragons', even in terms of life?"

At this point, even the CP0 members didn't dare utter a word.

Although CP0 is the highest intelligence agency directly under the World Government and is superior to the other CP departments, it doesn't obey the World Government itself but is directly accountable to the World Noble Celestial Dragons.

If, at this time, a CP0 member dared to admit Adrian's statement, saying that Garp's life is more precious than the life of a Celestial Dragon…

Then, once the incident was resolved, he would be beheaded, and it wouldn't even take a night!

At this moment, Sengoku, who had been standing silently by the side, spoke up.

"Don't mouth off, White Ghost," the calm Sengoku said, his eyes firmly fixed on the mimic ghost. "You know very well that we can never use Garp as a bargaining chip for Rosward Saint, or Borsalino… Tell me your true purpose."

Seeing Sengoku take the initiative to intervene, the CP0 members on the other end of the Den Den Mushi also breathed a sigh of relief. The mask-like white face silently disappeared, and the disguised face of Fleet Admiral Kong reappeared.

Adrian narrowed his eyes and looked at Sengoku, who was slowly displaying his strategic prowess.

"My true purpose?"

You might not believe me if I tell you.

Originally, I came to the Sabaody Archipelago with only one purpose, and that was to be a happy lumberjack.

It would be so exciting to chop down a half-length root of Yarukiman Mangrove and run away with it!

But because I had to consider your intervention, you thick-browed, golden-faced Buddha, I had no choice but to attack the Celestial Dragons.

The Celestial Dragons were roasted like suckling pigs, Borsalino was seriously injured, and the 13th Island of this Archipelago was almost completely destroyed. All of this is your fault, Buddha Sengoku!

How could I let this opportunity to get back at you slip away?

I am a man of strong justice, a gentleman!

"Buddha Sengoku, what do you think, is there anything in this world that can be compared to the life of a Celestial Dragon?"

In the midst of their verbal sparring, Adrian firmly held the initiative in his hands, while giving Sengoku the choice.

Sengoku pondered for a moment.

"Devil Fruits…

"I heard that Celestial Dragons would just throw Devil Fruits to slaves."

"Haki training…"

"Can you help me awaken top-tier Conqueror's Haki?"

"Great Swords…"

"I think a good sword would be the best for me at my current stage."

"…

Sengoku finally fell silent. No matter what, he couldn't think of anything that could match the value of the Celestial Dragons.

These Celestial Dragons, who were extravagant and evil in their daily lives, had almost enjoyed all the prosperity in the world. In the eyes of others, the treasures of the sea that were priceless, were nothing more than trash and garbage in their hands.

Adrian said, "You see, one life for one life is the best!"

"Or, I'll give you a new choice. Choose between the 'Hero' and the 'Buddha'. If that doesn't work, the 'Black Arm' is also fine. He hasn't been in the frontlines for a long time…"

"I'm not sure how Zephyr, the admiral who had his entire family killed by pirates and worked diligently to nurture generations of core pillars in the Marines, would feel when he was abandoned by the Marines and the World Government."

Sengoku clenched his fists in vain, racking his brains to guess what the White Ghost's true purpose was.

'Even if he wants to raise the price, he should at least provide a 'base price'!'

Just when Sengoku was in a dilemma, Adrian finally spoke up.

He was primarily concerned that if he delayed any longer, the delicate and precious Celestial Dragon might not be able to hold on…

"Well then, for one Celestial Dragon, I'll also offer a price of one."

"One natural-type Devil Fruit——"

"No problem!"

Sengoku sighed in relief, as if he had been granted a reprieve. He didn't even think about it before agreeing to this request. There were no natural-type Devil Fruits in stock at the Marine headquarters, but the World Government, or the Celestial Dragon's treasure trove, would definitely not be lacking!

"I haven't finished yet, don't be in a hurry, one by one."

Adrian smiled and said,

"One Celestial Dragon, one Logia Devil Fruit or Zoan Mythical Zoan Devil Fruit, one Zoan: Fish-Fish Fruit, one Special Paramecia, one Supreme Grade Meito 12-Sword."

Sengoku almost choked.

Adrian said in surprise, "Sengoku, why are you making that face? I'm not making an offer to you, I'm making an offer to the World Government."

Sengoku blinked his eyes and immediately understood.

That's right! The Marines don't have any of these things, so why should I be heartbroken?

After Sengoku relayed the message to Marine Headquarters, neither the Fleet Admiral nor CP0 could give a definitive answer. The phone call was then transferred to a higher level.

Taking advantage of the waiting time, Adrian looked at Borsalino again.

"Borsalino, how are your injuries?"

Borsalino's eyes, hidden behind his yellow sunglasses, involuntarily rolled back. His physical injuries hadn't improved in the slightest, and his mental injuries had significantly worsened.

"How does it feel to be stabbed in the back by justice?"

"White Ghost!"

"Calm down, Vice Admiral Borsalino. I'm not trying to be sarcastic or make fun of your beliefs. In fact, I still admire those who pursue justice."

"Hmph!"

"However, even though you've been abandoned by the justice you believe in, you still have your life, don't you?"

"Vice Admiral Borsalino, please forget these unpleasant memories and continue to devote your whole life for the justice of the Marines and the greatness of the Nobel Celestial Dragon race!"

At this moment, Adrian's expression was incredibly holy, as if it were glowing.