Chapter 138

**Chapter 138**

The **Kingdom of Goa**—the homeland of **Garp** and his son, with **Foosha Village** lying on its outskirts—held a weight that neither could ignore.

The moment **Carl** mentioned their destination, **Garp and Dragon froze**.

They didn't move.

Carl's **gaze sharpened**.

"This is an **order**," he said.

Then, without another word, he turned to leave, throwing one last remark over his shoulder:

"Disobey, and you'll face the **consequences**."

A heavy silence followed.

Dragon closed his eyes briefly before speaking.

"Father," he said. "Let's go. We are **the Navy**. We cannot **defy orders**."

Garp frowned, eyeing Dragon **curiously**.

Since when was his son so... **obedient?**

Shaking his head, he sighed.

"Fine, but **treat your wounds first**. That Carl was **rough**!"

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As soon as **Carl and his group** landed, they were welcomed with **great fanfare**.

The **nobles of Goa** bowed and fawned over him, their faces full of **flattery**.

Though Carl had **come for money**, no one dared **complain**.

Some noblewomen even **flirted openly**, eager to gain his attention.

If it weren't for **Ginny and Lucia** flanking him like silent **bodyguards**, the women might have **swarmed him**.

But the nobles weren't the only ones vying for favor.

Seeing how **Spandam**—a representative of the **World Government**—was **groveling before Carl**, the nobles **doubled their efforts**.

Spandam, however, wasn't pleased.

He snapped at them, his voice sharp.

"**Behave yourselves!**"

"Admiral Black Dragon is here to **rest**. Anyone who disturbs him will be punished for **provoking the World Government!**"

His warning worked instantly.

The nobles fell into **hushed obedience**, leaving only the **king** to speak with Carl.

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**Dragon** stood off to the side, watching **coldly**.

He saw the way the nobles **fawned** over Carl.

The way they **desperately sought favor**.

And it **disgusted him**.

Carl noticed Dragon's expression but said nothing.

Instead, he turned to the **King of Goa**, who stood beside him, smiling.

"This is the homeland of **Vice Admiral Garp** and **Rear Admiral Dragon**," Carl remarked.

"They are **your people**. Why not go and **greet them**?"

The **king's smile stiffened**.

He hesitated before whispering,

"Admiral Black Dragon… Vice Admiral **Garp** is not easy to get along with."

"Every time he returns, I send people to greet him… but he **always ignores me.**"

Carl smirked but said **nothing more**.

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Surrounded by nobles, Carl and his group **entered the capital**.

The **outermost part** of the city was the **central street**, where the **civilians** lived.

At the sight of the **king**, the civilians **immediately stopped working**.

They hurriedly stood on both sides of the street, their **heads bowed low**—like **servants**.

Some **stole glances** at Carl.

Seeing the **high-and-mighty king bow before him**, their **eyes widened in shock**.

Spandam, walking beside Carl, **frowned** in displeasure.

He thought to himself,

"This display is **beneath Carl's stature**. According to **World Government laws**, any civilian who fails to **kneel** should be **executed.**"

He let out a quiet sigh.

"Lord Carl is **too lenient.**"

Just as they were **leaving the civilian district**, a sudden voice **broke the silence**.

A **little girl** ran blindly into the street.

She had **purple hair in a bob cut** and wore a **black cloth** over her eyes.

Her small hands **groped the air**, and she muttered,

"Why did everyone get **so quiet** all of a sudden? Where **is everyone**?"

The **nobles stiffened**.

A **young noble** immediately barked,

"Who let this **child** out here?! How **rude**! Guards, **seize her!**"

Before the guards could move, a **middle-aged couple** rushed forward.

The woman—who also had **purple hair**—grabbed the girl tightly, while the man fell to his **knees before Carl**.

"**Please forgive us!**" the father pleaded.

"We didn't take proper care of our daughter! She's just a **child**—we **beg your mercy!**"

Sensing the tension, the little girl hesitated.

Then—she removed the **black cloth** from her face.

Her **large, indigo eyes** blinked up at the guards, who looked just as **nervous as she did**.

But the young noble wasn't satisfied.

His **face twisted in rage**.

"You **fools!**" he snapped.

"Do you want to **doom** the Kingdom of Goa?!"

He turned to Carl, his face full of **sycophantic eagerness**.

"**Admiral Black Dragon!** Please calm your anger! I'll **deal with this child** at once!"

The **king's expression darkened**.

This **noble** was overstepping.

Who was the **real king here**?

Even **Spandam** sneered, thinking,

"This idiot. Does he really think Carl cares about **something so trivial**?"

Garp, who had been **holding back**, clenched his **fist**.

He was about to **teach the noble a lesson** when—

**Ginny tugged on Carl's sleeve.**

Carl glanced at her, then gave a **soft smile** before turning his gaze back to the noble.

His **expression blanked**.

In a **cold, measured voice**, he asked—

"What's your **name**?"

The noble **brightened**, thinking he had impressed Carl.

"Admiral Black Dragon!" he said quickly. "I am **Outlook III!**"

Carl's **brows raised**.

For a moment, he searched his memory.

Then—it **clicked**.

"Outlook III…?"

Carl's eyes **gleamed with interest**.

This man was **Sabo's father**.

But given the **timeline**—

Sabo hadn't even been **born yet**.

Carl's lips curled slightly.

His gaze flicked toward **Spandam**.

Spandam immediately understood.

Without hesitation, he **stepped forward** and—

**Smack!**

The **sound of a slap** echoed through the streets.

Outlook III **staggered backward**, clutching his **cheek**.

A **tooth flew out** from his mouth as he **collapsed to the ground**.

The nobles **gasped in shock**.

Despite the humiliation, Outlook III **didn't dare retaliate**.

Instead, he **cowered**, his voice trembling.

"**Lord Spandam…**" he whimpered. "What did I **do wrong**?"

Spandam **scoffed**.

"Who do you think **Admiral Black Dragon** is?" he sneered.

"Do you really think he **cares** about a little girl?"

He looked down at Outlook III in disgust.

"You just tried to **smear his name.**"