Chapter 78: Let’s See Some Sincerity

"Kuzan is using the little Celestial Dragon guy's affair in Ohara to do publicity and pull in a batch of marines, and he also made some connections with the Freedom Fighters," Borsalino said with a smile, showing absolutely no awareness of betraying his colleagues.

Saint Rosse was their superior at the highest level; at most, this counted as reporting above the chain of command.

"He even has connections with Dragon? I heard Dragon turned his Freedom Fighters into the Revolutionary Army?", Rosse asked with a smile.

Due to the nature of the Glint-Glint Fruit, Borsalino was currently responsible for intelligence within the marines.

Originally, according to Saint Saturn's plan, since Vegapunk was getting a bit unruly, they intended to have Borsalino manage the Science Division after being promoted to Admiral, and also supervise Vegapunk.

Now that Vegapunk was gone, there was no need for Admiral-level strength to garrison the Science Division.

"Ooh! Didn't expect even such little secrets would be known by Your Excellency," Borsalino made an exaggerated terrified expression, but his eyes shimmered with a thoughtful light.

'The Freedom Fighters turning into the Revolutionary Army, this is only known to the Marine recently, and has merely been reported to the Five Elders without any follow-up.'

'Didn't expect even Saint Rosse to know about this matter, that already explained a lot.'

It showed that Dragon, originally someone nobody cared about, had entered the World Government's line of sight with the name "Revolutionary Army", 'That isn't a good thing at all...'

Thinking of this, Borsalino immediately dismissed the idea of further contact with Dragon.

He and Dragon were old acquaintances. He had actually thought quite well of Dragon, thinking maybe he could really do something impactful.

But now, since he was being watched by the World Government, he could only silently mourn for Dragon.

"This world is like this. There are always people who think they can change the world. Kuzan is like that, and so is Dragon," Rosse shook his head.

"Does Your Excellency think these people are moths flying into the flame?", Borsalino said playfully, following Rosse's words. He always hid his true feelings behind jokes and exaggerated expressions.

"You think 'moth to a flame' is a derogatory term?", Rosse smiled.

"Isn't it?", Borsalino made a mocking, exaggeratedly confused expression.

"Of course not," Rosse shook his head, "If people like them didn't exist in this world, wouldn't the world be much more boring? The world is never afraid of change; what it fears is turning into a stagnant pool."

"Your Excellency's outlook is too high-level. I can't understand it yo~", Borsalino squinted and smiled, but in his heart, he was genuinely surprised.

This wasn't his first time dealing with Celestial Dragons. Whether elites or ordinary ones, their viewpoints were very similar. The only difference was how they expressed them.

In the eyes of those Celestial Dragons, they were the rulers of the world, and whether marines or pirates, they were all just lowly commoners.

From the way they called the Red Line "Holy Land" and the seas "the lower world," one could roughly understand the Celestial Dragons' mindset.

Those people simply didn't care about what happened in the seas. As gods high above, how could they understand the suffering of the mortal world?

Borsalino never expected Rosse's views to be so peculiar.

Although there was still a hint of that 'aloof above all' air, he considered himself more like an observer, not a god who ignored everything.

"Borsalino, once the Heavens Hunt is over, you shouldn't mind doing me a favor, right?" Rosse asked with a smile.

"Of course not. Your Excellency's orders are my direction forward," Borsalino agreed very readily. He was always like this. Quick to agree, but how he actually performed depended on his mood.

If Rosse said it was something that absolutely had to be done, then he would indeed take it seriously. Nothing, however, could affect his slacking off in the Marine.

"Help me monitor the contact between Kuzan and Dragon. If necessary, you can open a convenient door for them," Rosse said.

"Your Excellency, you really are…", Borsalino wiggled his eyebrows, but didn't dare say anything overtly negative.

But just from this one encounter with Rosse, he already knew. Rosse was rotten to the core.

If hell really existed in this world, Rosse would definitely have his own exclusive seat on the eighteenth level.

"I'm showing them the bright path. If, say, you also wanted to follow it, Borsalino, I'd fulfill you as well," Rosse smiled reservedly.

"Yo, I don't want to leave the marines. I have deep feelings for this place. Guys like Kuzan, who spoil the group, of course need to be weeded out as soon as possible," Borsalino joked as he agreed on the spot. Anyway, it was just a verbal agreement. Since Rosse left it vague, how it was carried out would still be up to him.

'A single power monopoly is never a good thing.'

Whether Kuzan's faction or Sakazuki's faction came to power, his workload would double.

So naturally, the smart thing was to deal with this side first, then that side afterward.

After chatting for a while longer, Borsalino found an excuse and left.

Rosse watched his departing figure, simply smiling meaningfully.

He had never expected Borsalino to take his side just from a few words.

Sometimes, to drag someone deeper, you had to keep raising the stakes.

To make Borsalino completely defect to his side, he had to keep giving him tasks.

"Gion."

"Your orders…"

"Contact Sakazuki. Tell him Borsalino agreed to help me monitor Kuzan, and that he'll be responsible for monitoring the progress."

When dealing with a slacker subordinate, of course you assign a supervisor who can't tolerate the tiniest flaw.

And as long as Borsalino and Kuzan meet, what happens next won't be up to Borsalino anymore.

After the Ohara incident, Kuzan wasn't someone who could tolerate any sand in his eyes either. If Borsalino ran into him now, there would definitely be a good show.

Rosse actually liked someone like Borsalino. Lazy as he might be, he definitely didn't want to lose his stable position. As long as he was whipped slightly with some elimination pressure, he was still a bull or horse that could work hard.

At the normal sailing speed of a naval ship, it would take a full two days to get from the Holy Land to Senti Island.

With such ample time, Rosse definitely wouldn't waste it.

There were quite a few marines on the ship, and some of them he was very interested in "chatting" with.

Not long after Borsalino left, the first person Rosse had been waiting for arrived.

"Admiral Sengoku, do you also think today's weather is quite nice?"

Sengoku raised his head and glanced at the cloudy sky, nodding seriously, "Today's weather is indeed nice."

"Well then, Admiral Sengoku, I assume you're not here just to chat about the weather?", Rosse said with a smile.

Currently, Fleet Admiral Kong was about to be promoted. Among the current marines, Sengoku was the most qualified to succeed the role of Fleet Admiral.

In other words, the day Kong was promoted to the World Government was the day Sengoku would become Fleet Admiral.

But whether he could really become Fleet Admiral depended on how much sincerity Sengoku could show.

Sengoku was the most qualified candidate, but not the only one.

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