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Chapter 53 The Five Elders, Their Future Small Goals

"No way? How could there be a hole in the wall here?"

Vegapunk's first thought was that it was impossible. This was Mary Geoise, and the reception room at that. How could there be such a glaring flaw? But when he walked over to Oran, the inconspicuous dent became unusually glaring.

"Oh, there really is."

The room was filled with various luxurious decorations and was extremely spacious, so this small hole was not very noticeable, but it was still hard to understand.

"Perhaps no one dares to speak up. It's none of their business, so they'd rather stay out of it. After all, if they don't speak up, nothing will happen, but if they do, the consequences are uncertain."

The Celestial Dragons are known for their unpredictable tempers towards outsiders. This is a sacred place, and it's fine if no one notices, but if this is reported, the higher-ups might hold them accountable.

Celestial Dragons don't need a reason to kill; loud laughter is considered noisy, soft laughter is considered boring, and damaging a wall is enough to implicate their entire family.

In this situation, no one was willing to speak up, which Oran found quite reasonable. Even the wall between the throne rooms had a hole, allowing Wapol to overhear the highest-level conversation, so it wasn't strange that there was a hole in the wall of the reception room.

The hole in the wall was not within the scope of Oran and Vegapunk's research. The reception room was indeed decorated lavishly, but in Oran's opinion, that was all.

Shortly after, the door to the room opened again, and two guards dressed in heavy armor walked in.

They are the guards of Mary Geoise, who do not obey the Navy's orders, are directly under the World Government, and mainly operate on the Red Line.

"Gentlemen, thank you for waiting. Please follow me."

Led by them, Oran and Vegapunk walked through a long corridor. The person guiding them was now a naval officer, and judging from the rank on his shoulder, he was a rear admiral.

After all, according to the rules of the Five Elders, people below the rank of Major General are not allowed to look them in the eye. Every corner of the city reflects the differences in class, and the solidified worldview over the years has made the people here feel that it is an honor for Oran and Vegapunk to be able to see the Five Elders.

"Gentlemen, I can only take you this far. You'll have to make your own way from here."

Before a new gate, the major general took two steps back, clearing the way for the passage.

The towering ceiling is inlaid with exquisite gold reliefs, and sunlight shines through the huge crystal chandelier, creating dappled light and shadow. On the surrounding walls hang huge oil paintings depicting the country's history and culture.

In addition, there are heraldic paintings of different shapes, totaling nineteen different family symbols representing the Celestial Dragons' respective families. In the center of the hall, the Five Elders, representing the highest authority, were already waiting.

"Vegapunk, Siddiel Oran, in recognition of your outstanding contributions to the peace of the sea, you are granted the right to meet with us."

The man in the white Taoist robe, bald, wearing glasses, and holding a knife was the first to speak.

The financial god, Venus, Izabaron V. Nassjuro, is in charge of the World Government's finances and is responsible for allocating the prize money for the Ibel Prize.

"Even in turbulent times, some talented people can emerge. I hope you won't let them down."

With blond hair and a golden beard, the seemingly youngest of the Five Elders followed closely behind. He was Shepard X. Pitt, the God of Agriculture and the God of War of Jupiter.

"Some of your research skirts the edge of the law. If you cross that line, even if you're geniuses, the result will be the same."

With a mustache shaped like the number eight and a birthmark on his forehead, the Five Elders spoke with a hint of threat. He was in charge of legal matters, and as his name suggests, he was the God of Law, Mercury, Topman Vochuli.

"No need to be nervous. I just heard that you two have a good relationship with Cloba of O'Hara, so I'm just reminding you that the one who is actually most interested in you two is this person."

After being threatened by Vochuli, the five elders, with long white hair and beards, explained the reason again. This was the environmental war god, Mars, Marcus Maz, and after saying this, the four of them left the room.

The four men were here primarily to give face to their colleagues.

That is, the last remaining member of the Five Elders.

He wore a flat cap, had white curly hair and a bushy white beard, and a deep scar on his face.

The scientifically defended god of war, Saturn, Jaigolusia Satan, is a person most interested in scientific research.

"I have high hopes for both of you. Compared to past winners, you are more pragmatic, but it's not enough."

I am a scientist myself, and I understand how much funding research requires. Show your potential; your talents may one day qualify you to serve the government.

Satan's goal was simple: to warn them against researching anything the government prohibited, to encourage them, and to offer them a suggestion of being recruited.

In Satan's view, being incorporated into the World Government was a very happy thing, which was an inherent mindset he had developed as a Celestial Dragon. Apart from that, Satan didn't say anything more.

"What a waste of time. I didn't gain anything of value."

Although Satan claimed to be a scientist in front of Vegapunk and Oran, he did not demonstrate any abilities. He simply offered them a pie in the sky without considering whether they wanted it or not.

These days, Vegapunk would love for someone to take his meals and water, and he sees this meaningless trip as a waste of time.

They were already on their way back, and Oran even checked the room for any listening devices.

"However, funding. If there is sufficient funding provided by the government, then the research will indeed be more convenient."

"Yeah, researching this stuff is really expensive, I find it quite ironic."

"Satire?"

"It's nothing, just some personal thoughts."

The God of Science is a spider that uses poison; the God of Law is a wild boar that runs rampant and doesn't follow the rules; the God of Environment is a strange bird that only appears with plagues; the God of Finance is a skeletal horse without any flesh or blood; and the God of Agriculture is a sandworm that can burrow underground.

The five men's abilities, combined with their positions, seemed somewhat ironic to Oran, but this was only his inner thought, which he didn't voice.

"Sigh, I think as the research progresses, it will eventually attract more government attention. When that time comes, being recruited doesn't seem like a bad idea. Maybe then we can work together to research something even greater."

"I have no such plans. The World Government's funding is certainly good, but being restricted in every way is not what I want."

"But funding... right now, no one is richer than the World Government."

"You're right, but there's more than one way. There's a saying in my hometown: 'To get an official position, commit murder and arson and then accept amnesty.'"

"Murder and arson??"

"It's just a modifier; the actual practice is my personal matter."

Oran has his own plans and needs the support of the World Government, but he doesn't want to be constantly controlled by the World Government. Therefore, there is only one position that best meets Oran's needs.

A plan yet to be proposed by the World Government, a special seat in the original timeline - the Seven Warlords of the Sea.

(End of this chapter)