In the luxurious and solemn royal palace of Sky Kingdom.
"Lady Smoker, it's already ten in the morning..."
Vinsmoke Reiju cautiously walked in, having no choice but to brace herself. She gently called out to Smoker, who was still lazily squinting on the couch, "You should get up!"
This lady's temper wasn't overly fierce, but the only person who truly caught her eye was Sister Isabella.
On a normal day, neither she nor Cavendish would dare to provoke this lady who could directly turn gigantic ferocious beasts into kings.
"Ah ha~~~"
Smoker yawned, opening her hazy, sleepy eyes with some confusion. "It's already this late! Where's Ivankov?"
"His Highness left the palace two hours ago. It seems he has something important to do in Water 7 and should be back soon..." Vinsmoke Reiju said with a faint smile.
"That guy, really, didn't even ask me!"
A person's personality cannot be changed with a few words. Even if Ivankov had brought it up more than once, hoping Smoker could put in a little more effort from now on, it was impossible to expect her to suddenly become as diligent as Isabella.
And below, on the sea of Water 7.
A black figure streaked through the sky at an astonishingly fast speed.
His destination was precisely the direction of Water 7.
"After waiting so long, it should finally be in my hands." His blood-red long hair fluttered in the wind. Ivankov's gaze was fervent, like a black stream of light galloping past.
In legends, Pluton, capable of directly destroying an island with one shot, naturally could not be underestimated.
Perhaps these powerhouses could also destroy an island, but apart from those with special abilities similar to the Tremor-Tremor Fruit or the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, others would definitely not achieve it so easily with mere physical techniques.
Being one of the three great Ancient Weapons already spoke volumes about Pluton's power. Ivankov would not underestimate Pluton.
This ancient warship certainly possessed terrifying destructive power.
Previously, he had avoided attracting attention, but now it was different. The impact of Admiral Akainu's death was extremely negative, causing no small amount of riots and unrest worldwide. Both the World Government and Marine Headquarters were in a state of agitation.
Not to mention anything else, Pluton's weapon system alone might just be beneficial to Germa's scientific team, which was currently conducting top-secret research under the leadership of Vinsmoke Judge.
Before thoroughly understanding what the Celestial Dragons' so-called "national treasure" truly was, Ivankov couldn't relax his vigilance at all.
Based on the meager information currently known, it was highly probable that the national treasure was Uranus, one of the three legendary Ancient Weapons.
But even if it wasn't, it probably wouldn't be far off, or might even be stronger.
"Regrettably, according to 'God of Thunder's' intelligence, the World Government's 'Pacifist' project is still underway. Although the first generation of Pacifists has largely been completed, each experiment is currently personally overseen by Marine Admiral Kizaru, to prevent any accidents."
Ivankov would be lying if he said he wasn't interested in the Pacifists developed by Dr. Vegapunk.
If he could truly obtain samples, then with the efforts of the Germa scientific team, those creatures from the Beast Islands could be completely transformed into true killing machines.
However, at that point, it would truly be money-burning.
Not long after.
Under extreme speed travel.
That night, Ivankov had already arrived at Water 7, the timing perfectly seized.
The night in Water 7 was beautiful, with flowing water and twinkling stars, but he clearly wasn't in the mood to appreciate the nightscape.
As early as his last visit to Water 7, Ivankov already knew the residence of Tom's other disciple, Franky, besides Iceburg, the mayor of Water 7. Naturally, he wouldn't search the entire world for it.
On the outskirts of Water 7.
A small factory was built here. It was colorful and somewhat "characteristic," named "Franky House."
"Boss, cheers!!!"
"Haha, another job done, awesome!!!"
"Super, super..."
A group of fierce-looking fellows were gathered in the main hall, eating and drinking heartily, the atmosphere lively.
"Swoosh—"
An incomparably powerful spiritual pressure swept through them.
"Thud! Thud! Thud!..."
Without any surprise, the members of Franky House immediately collapsed one after another, losing consciousness.
Pushing open the main door of Franky House, Ivankov strode in.
A group of vicious-looking men, dressed entirely like hooligans, and another 730 girls with square, strange hairstyles and pointy noses, lay haphazardly in the somewhat messy main hall.
He quickly locked onto his target.
A perverted man wearing sunglasses, an unbuttoned plaid shirt, only underwear on his lower body, and holding a cola, lay slumped on the sofa. This was Franky, Water 7's former renowned shipwright and disciple of Tom, the creator of the Sea Train.
Ivankov walked up to Franky, directly opened his modified abdomen, moved aside the numerous cola bottles, and took out a set of blueprints from his body.
He roughly scanned the Pluton blueprints twice. After confirming there were no errors, Ivankov directly put them away.
Then, he took out a prepared, somewhat aged fake blueprint from his embrace, stuffed it into Franky's stomach, and then put the several bottles of cola back.
"I hope you, fellow, can still play baseball."
If Franky was a bit careless and didn't directly take out the blueprints to examine them, he should not notice anything amiss.
It was best to deceive the other party; if he couldn't, it didn't matter.
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