"Your Highness, Judge will definitely not let you down!", After chatting for another hour, Judge seemed like he had been injected with steroid, held his head high and puffed out his chest, and dashed out at a small run.
Within three days, he must extract the information inside Vegapunk's brain.
Not for anything else, only because Rosse had promised.
As long as Judge extracted all the technological information within three days, Rosse would promise to appoint him as the Chief Scientist of the Jaygarcia family, responsible for managing all of Jaygarcia's research projects and dispatching various research resources within the family.
The research resources within the Five Elders' families, Judge didn't even dare imagine how abundant they were.
With such a tempting opportunity placed in front of him, how could Judge still sit still?
"Your Highness, Judge has always been this type of person. Please forgive the inadequate hospitality," Sora, who had been sitting next to him like a vase, saw Judge run off and was initially at a loss. But she still bit the bullet and stood up, weakly and gently bowing to Rosse.
As she bowed, the dress couldn't restrain her delicate yet prominent body. The two big white rabbits in her chest bounced around as Sora moved flusteredly.
"Judge is a scientific researcher; having such a personality isn't strange. He's also busy with the task I assigned, how could I blame him?", Rosse didn't mind. He smiled and stepped forward, personally helping Sora up.
Feeling the warmth of Rosse's palm, Sora instinctively shrank back. Even as someone who had already had a child, she still wasn't used to this kind of contact.
Especially since, normally, Judge hardly touched her at all. He just treated her like a tool.
"Saint Rosse, I'll go over to Stella's side and see if there's anything she needs help with," Gion had witnessed all of this and instantly understood Rosse's thoughts. She immediately proposed to go over to Stella's side. She really didn't like being a third wheel or wingwoman.
"Go ahead. Have them be careful. Vegapunk's brain is only one, don't break it," Rosse nodded lightly.
With Gion here, he had just felt a bit restricted.
Mainly, someone had to keep an eye on Judge.
He didn't need to supervise the research itself, but Vegapunk's brain was very important. He had to ensure everything went flawlessly.
"Understood!", Gion's beautiful eyes lowered as she responded and headed out.
She might not have any talent in management or research, but she could understand some hidden meanings.
Rosse didn't want her to remind Stella, he wanted her to keep watch over Judge.
This wasn't difficult for her. Though the Vampire Fruit's emotional perception wasn't as strong as the Succubus Fruit, Judge wasn't someone who could perfectly hide his emotions. With the Observation Haki enhancement from the Vampire Fruit, she could easily detect all of Judge's abnormal movements.
She was the wife of a Celestial Dragon, she didn't need any evidence to act.
After Gion left, only Sora and Rosse were left in the spacious and luxurious guest lounge, which made Sora even more at a loss.
Before leaving, Judge had hinted at Sora to properly entertain Rosse, but she didn't even know how to do that.
"Lady Sora, may I address you this way?"
"You… you may…"
Rosse sat in the main seat, smiling as he looked at the slightly nervous Sora.
In terms of status, Sora should count as the queen of the Germa Kingdom.
Encountering such a fragile and easy-to-bully queen, it was a first in his memory.
Every four years, the World Government would hold a World Conference(Levely). Every time the World Conference was held, the kings of the allied nations would gather at Mary Geoise, many bringing along family and attendants.
Each World Conference inevitably stirred up some trouble. Sometimes a queen or princess would catch the eye of a male Celestial Dragon; sometimes a king or prince would be pursued by a female Celestial Dragon.
Some cases would quietly fade away under the Five Elders' mediation; some would end up with a mutual agreement among the kings.
The last World Conference had been just two years ago, and Rosse clearly remembered similar scenes.
Those queens and princesses, very moist.
Thinking of this, Rosse's thoughts drifted to the time the Jaygar District abolished the Lanka Kingdom and what happened to the remaining noble wives, daughters, queens, and princesses of Lanka.
Here, Rosse had to name-drop Zannie and praise her efficiency.
Being good at her job didn't just mean she performed her duties well, being able to satisfy Rosse's preferences was what truly counted.
With Rosse's body enhanced by his Devil Fruit, even against ordinary people, he could fully enjoy himself every time, showing just how large-scale those encounters had been.
Unfortunately, those only counted as side dishes. Even all together, they couldn't compare to the comfortable feeling Sora gave him.
"Lady Sora, Judge's research might take quite a while this time. I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to accompany me these next few days."
Rosse now appeared elegant and refined, completely unlike how he had behaved with the people from the Lanka Kingdom.
"It's no problem, this is something I should do."
Sora hurriedly shook her head, like a persecuted little hamster.
She couldn't help being afraid. The image of the Celestial Dragons was too deeply rooted, and combined with Rosse's display of overwhelming power earlier, she was terrified he might do something to her.
But it seemed… she had worried too much.
As Rosse slowly chatted with her, Sora gradually lowered her guard.
Rosse talked with her about everyday topics, or shared interesting stories from his time at sea.
Although the snail ship had always been sailing the ocean, in terms of experience, Sora's was far less rich than Rosse's.
The hundreds of snail ships seemed like a mobile nation without land, but to Sora, they felt more like a cage.
There were no civilians aboard the snail ships, only subordinates recruited by Judge and a large number of experimental bodies serving as modified humans.
Those people, said to be citizens of the Germa Kingdom, were more like Judge's slaves.
"Lady Sora, you also have a daughter, right? She must be a cute and beautiful little princess. May I meet her?", Rosse had noticed that when Sora mentioned other matters about the Germa Kingdom, her face was mostly numb and indifferent.
Only when she brought up her daughter did her face show any light.
"No problem," Hearing Rosse's compliment, the smile on Sora's face never faded.
It was the first time someone had complimented her daughter like that.
By comparison, Judge had only ever treated their daughter as a tool, only caring about whether Reiju had any value.
Sora couldn't help but recall how Judge looked gloomy and disappointed when he discovered Reiju could cry, his expression barely restrained.
Thinking of this, Sora's body trembled slightly.
"Lady Sora, what's wrong?", Noticing something was off, Rosse asked with concern.
Meeting Rosse's caring gaze, Sora forced a smile, "It's nothing. I just thought of something unpleasant."
Saying that, Sora took the initiative to stand up and walked outside.
Watching Sora's back as she walked away, Rosse slightly raised his brows, a smile flashing in his eyes. He also stood up and followed behind her.
Some men don't treat their wives and daughters as people. Out of humanitarianism, he could only step in to offer care and warmth.
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