Chương 1836: Charlotte and Yim (2)

Its expression grew increasingly serious, and it muttered to itself, "The D Clan is truly not to be underestimated. The modern D Clan is far more formidable than Roger was before!"

Yim stared at the bounty on Monkey D. Dragon, a serious look in his eyes.

Dorag's strength and influence obviously made him feel a certain amount of pressure.

Then, Yim's gaze turned to Roger's bounty hanging on the wall not far away. Unlike other bounty posters, there was a scarlet cross drawn on Roger's bounty poster, as if announcing his death sentence.

Yim waved his hand again, and dozens of bounty warrants flew in front of him rapidly, as if they were cast by magic.

All of the people on these bounty orders are thorns in the eyes and bones in the flesh of the world government.

These bounty notices look quite old. The paper has turned yellow and the edges are worn, obviously having gone through a long time.

The photo on the bounty warrant has become blurred due to the passage of time, making it difficult to see the face of the person being rewarded.

However, despite the fact that these bounty notices are so old, they have one thing in common - a big cross is drawn on each one with red paint.

The red cross is extremely eye-catching, as if announcing the fate of those who are being rewarded.

At the bottom of these bounty notices, the names of the people being rewarded are clearly printed.

If you look closely at these names, you will find that they all contain a "D" without exception.

For example, one of the wanted posters had the name "Roccos D. Gibeck" written on it.

In Rocks's photo, a big cross was also drawn with red paint, covering most of his face.

These bounty orders marked with red crosses seem to represent a story that has ended.

The protagonists of these stories are all dead people, and they all come from the mysterious and powerful "D clan".

This ethnic group seems to possess some special power or status, so that their existence poses a threat to the rule of the world government.

Im stared at the bounty notices and muttered to himself, "Eight hundred years have passed, and the D Clan has indeed been making continuous progress. Now, are they finally beginning to threaten the foundation of the World Government's rule?"

There was a hint of worry and alarm in his voice.

Saint Shamrock, who was standing aside, lowered his head and remained silent.

He seemed to have no response to Yim's words, just kneeling there quietly, making it impossible to understand what he was thinking.

Yim waved his hand gently and put away the bounty order in front of him.

Then, his gaze turned to another wanted poster hanging on the wall. The photo on that wanted poster had not yet been crossed out with a red cross, as if waiting for its owner to follow the same fate.

On that wall, besides the bounty notices for Monkey D. Luffy and Marshall D. Teach, there were many other bounties.

However, the bounty orders for these two people are particularly eye-catching, as if they have a special status in this era.

Im stared at the bounty poster of Monkey D. Luffy. His gaze lingered on the photo for a long time, with deep memories in his eyes.

This little kid who ate the Nika Fruit seemed to have evoked some memories deep in Im's heart.

"This era seems destined to be different. To think that so many members of the D clan appeared at the same time..."

Yimu murmured to himself, his voice revealing a complex emotion.

Then, Im's attention turned to the bounty order for Marshall D. Teach, who was also a member of the D clan. Im was somewhat surprised by the existence of this man.

"Joey Boy, this is truly an exciting era!"

Yim sighed, as if in this era, everything was no longer so simple.

Looking at the bounty notices on the wall, Yim's thoughts gradually drifted away.

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something important. With a wave of his hand, a bounty order from more than ten years ago flew out from the table next to him like a bird.

The photo on the bounty warrant was of Rockefeller Charlotte.

The appearance of this man made Im feel a strange feeling in his heart.

"Charlotte, you are the one who cannot be chosen by fate, the one who escapes fate, what role are you playing?"

Yimu whispered, a hint of doubt and uneasiness in his voice.

Yim picked up Charlotte's bounty order personally and looked carefully at the man who had surprised him countless times.

As for this person, Yim felt as if he had suddenly broken into this world and disrupted the original order.

The situation on the sea today is extremely chaotic, with various forces intertwined together, forming a chaotic situation.

And at least half of this can be attributed to Charlotte.

Of course, if Charlotte himself knew this fact, he would definitely smile modestly and say, "How can it be half? It's no exaggeration to say that almost 90% of the current world situation is caused by me!"

Charlotte single-handedly dominated the New World, driving the pirates to the front half of the Grand Line and making them live next to the navy.

Not only that, he also imparted the ideas of the Long Revolutionary Army, making the strength of the Revolutionary Army more than ten times stronger than in the original history.

It can be said that Charlotte is like a black hand hidden behind the scenes, silently stirring up the entire world.

"Maybe we should really talk face to face!"

There was an unprecedented seriousness in Yim's tone.

As soon as these words came out, cold sweat immediately broke out on Saint Shamrock's forehead and back.

He had never seen the God of the Celestial Dragons speak so seriously.

How long has it been since this God was so serious?

It is simply unbelievable that he would become serious because of someone like Charlotte.

If this matter were to be made public, I'm afraid that no one in the Celestial Dragon family would believe it.

Because their god has been high and mighty for too long.

It's like a god overlooking the world, indifferent to everything about mortals.

Da da da!

Suddenly, the sound of light footsteps broke the suffocating silence.

"Just follow your plan. I'm going to go out for a while!"

Yim's voice seemed to come from the sky, cold and majestic.

Before he finished speaking, Yimu's figure disappeared from the throne like a ghost, as if he had never appeared.

Gudong.

Saint Shamrock swallowed hard, and then he felt the atmosphere around him relax slightly.

He was gasping for breath, as if he had just woken up from a terrible nightmare.

In front of Yim, he felt as small as an ant, and even breathing normally became a luxury.