65 Million, Valar’s bounty pales before such price in the head. Not even the first island, and those unsettling numbers are mentioned nonchalantly. Alesia was glad that she still have crewmates that are willing to support her cause,. But to challenge Rel’chunk, she wanted to be sure on how that man could be defeated.

It was 13 years since Rel’chunk became a Warlord and nobody is certain of that bounty. Except for Arafael, who knows the chancellor personally. That pet wolf holds more information than she thought, she might want to ask him should they embark on the place of the Eternal Pose.

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[b]Argin Kingdom’s Port - Puerto Arguin[/b]
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The morning of the seas of the Grand Line was warmer than it used to be. Magpies, not seagulls, flown along the coasts of an island of the autumn climate. Bricks of cobblestones leveled the port of Argin, cannonades lined along the battlements of the city. Those cold grey fortifications marked a stark contrast to the marble rimmed Harbour. Alesia lowered the pirate flag at first light.

The Marine Arafael was awake, keeping his glance at the marble rimmed port, Puerto Arguin. Alesia approached Arafael in her glidy steps. The winds are warm and serene. [color=ed1c24]“How will we fare against Rel’chunk?”[/color]

Arafael blinked a few times before giving her a blank stare. [color=6ecff6]“Not even a chance. That man is even stronger than that Shakar you all are so afraid of.”[/color]

Puerto Arguin was a bustling port of merchant ships loading and unloading their cargo. It was hard to imagine such a place being as dangerous as others describe. There were too many knottings on that Arafael. Without further ado, Alesia sliced off the cumbersome rope that was holding onto the former ship pet as the seastone hilted sword tumbled on the ship deck. Seastone was something that Alesia, a Devil Fruit user, couldn’t touch directly. A prisoner isn’t a fate that she would allow herself to be in, she couldn’t imagine herself drowning on Sea Prism Stones for their whole lives. [color=ed1c24]“The Chancellor told us to release you, ‘Scruffy’.”[/color] She said as the White Pearl prepared for port.

[color=6ecff6]“One more thing, my Captain, Shakar and I are supposed to meet at church Aposta Meduse. Be wary of Rel’chunk’s right hand man Ezequiel, he is the one who dealt those scars on me.”[/color] Arafael transformed into his wolf form, his thick white furs covering the scars along his eyebrows and cheeks. He then walked down the gangplank. A big white cross was apparent on top of a Grey Cathedral building. That might be the church that the Marine was referring to. But for now, she had to secure some lodgings in a nearby inn. She wasn’t those religious types after all. She thought, after disembarking onto the Kingdom of Argin. [color=ed1c24]“Better to lay our heads low and gather information at the inn.”[/color]