While Claudius was enjoying a relaxing vacation with his companions, Spandine was aboard a sea train, sitting in a luxurious VIP private room, frowning as he reviewed the docunts in his hands.
Every sea train had such exclusive private rooms, designed for nobles and high-ranking officials. As the foremost loyal subordinate of Claudius, and since the sea train network was built by CP-X, Spandine naturally had the privilege to enjoy such accommodations.
Dressed in a sharp black suit, Spandine exuded an air of authority and reliability. When he wasn't around Claudius, he actually looked quite respectable, far from the sycophantic image he portrayed in front of his master.
Across from him sat Rob Lucci, his expression as cold as ever. With his sharp, godlike features, he wore a spotless black suit, complete with a neat tie and a top hat. On his shoulder perched a little pigeon, also dressed in a tiny suit.
Spandine carefully read through the report that Lucci had handed him before asking seriously, "Lucci, are you certain about this?"
Lucci remained still, not uttering a word, but the pigeon on his shoulder spoke instead: "Kalifa and the others handled this matter. The intelligence is reliable, and there's been no leak. I made sure to deliver it to you as soon as possible."
Spandine was well aware that the pigeon wasn't alive but was just an outlet for Lucci's odd hobby, his ventriloquism. He didn't particularly care, though. Instead, he mulled over the situation before ordering, "Classify this as top secret. Destroy all operational data. Inform your team that this investigation never happened. Understood?"
The pigeon responded once again, "No need to tell , I've already made those arrangents."
Spandine didn't mind Lucci's dismissive tone. He was long accustod to it.
Satisfied with Lucci's response, Spandine glanced back at the docunt.
It contained startling information: Tom, the legendary shipwright of Water 7, was highly likely to possess the blueprints for the Ancient Weapon Pluton!
CP-X, Spandine's unit, often operated on behalf of the World Governnt. Their missions ca directly from the higher-ups, including the Five Elders themselves. Claudius rarely needed to intervene in such matters, as Spandine handled these assignnts independently.
The World Governnt had been searching for the Ancient Weapons for a long ti. As tensions at sea escalated and the balance of power beca increasingly precarious, there had been a growing push within the governnt to shift from suppressing and hiding the Ancient Weapons to actively locating and utilizing them.
Of the three Ancient Weapons, Uranus was the World Governnt's ultimate trump card, seldom deployed. Poseidon was tied to the royal lineage of Fish-Man Island, and due to recent lack of contact, the World Governnt had no clear information on its status.
That left Pluton, the ancient warship whose destructive capabilities were well-docunted in World Governnt records. They had long desired to locate and control it.
The task of finding these weapons was shared across Marine forces, the Cipher Pol organizations, and CP-X. Yet, despite their efforts, there had been little progress, until now.
Spandine was stunned by this discovery. If the blueprints for Pluton were indeed in Tom's hands, this was no small matter.
Under normal circumstances, Spandine would imdiately report this to the Five Elders and begin efforts to seize the blueprints. But now, things were different. Spandine was no ordinary governnt operative; he was deeply tied to Claudius.
And who was Tom? Claudius had personally saved him years ago, in a mission where Spandine himself had been involved as an executive officer of CP-9. That success had earned him his position in CP-X.
Spandine wasn't sure if Claudius knew about the blueprints, but one thing was clear, he couldn't act without Claudius's permission. If Claudius had so larger plan involving Tom, any reckless action on Spandine's part could disrupt it.
As for the interests of the World Governnt or even the Five Elders? Spandine didn't care. His loyalty was to Claudius. The World Governnt might fund CP-X with a billion berries annually, but that was inconsequential compared to his allegiance to Claudius.
Without hesitation, Spandine decided to suppress this information.
After making up his mind, Spandine took out his Den Den Mushi and dialed Claudius.
At this ti, Claudius was back on the Protheus after spending a few leisurely days aboard the Gran Tesoro. Relaxing on the deck with a fishing rod in hand, he was enjoying a peaceful mont.
As he started to feel drowsy, Nia approached with a Den Den Mushi in hand.
"Your Highness, Spandine has contacted us. He says he has an important matter to report directly to you," the butler inford him respectfully.
Claudius, a little surprised, straightened up and took the Den Den Mushi. Though Spandine was his most loyal subordinate, he rarely disturbed Claudius unless absolutely necessary.
After taking the call, Claudius said, "Spandine?"
"Your Highness! Are you safe and well?" Spandine's tone was obsequious, as always.
Claudius chuckled, satisfied. "I'm fine. What's going on, Spandine?"
Spandine wasted no ti, relaying the details about Master Tom and the Pluton blueprints.
There was silence on the other end, and Spandine began to feel nervous. Was Claudius angry? Had Tom been keeping this from him?
Just as Spandine started to panic, Claudius laughed, easing his fears.
"Hahaha! Ancient Weapons, huh? Have you reported this?" Claudius asked.
Spandine seized the opportunity to prove his loyalty. "Your Highness, how could I act without your approval? I've already instructed Lucci to erase all traces of our investigation. Only a few trusted mbers of CP-X know about this. I've been waiting for your instructions."
Claudius was pleased. "Very good, Spandine. Do you know what I like most about you?"
"Your Highness likes my obedience?" Spandine guessed.
"No, I like that you're smart. You know how to balance things and act appropriately. By the way, how old is your son now?" Claudius asked, suddenly changing the topic.
Spandine was delighted. "He's twenty this year. His na is Spandam. Your Highness even rembers his na!"
Claudius chuckled. "Twenty, huh? Not too young. Do you think he's ready for a position?"
Spandine hesitated, reluctant to sound overly self-serving. "Your Highness, to be honest, he's not very capable…"
"Hehehe, at least you're honest," Claudius said, amused.
"How could I dare lie to Your Highness?" Spandine replied humbly.
"Fine, when I return to Mariejois, send him over. He can start with so basic duties, serving tea and running errands."
"Thank you, Your Highness! Thank you for your kindness!" Spandine said, overjoyed.
Claudius shifted back to the original topic. "As for Tom and Water 7, if you've uncovered this, it ans others might too. Tie up all loose ends and ensure no other organizations get wind of this. Understood?"
"Yes, Your Highness," Spandine replied imdiately.
"Report to the World Governnt that the whereabouts of Pluton might be in Alabasta," Claudius instructed.
"Yes, Your Highness!" Spandine acknowledged without hesitation.
"Good. And Spandine, tone down your arrogance. The CP agencies have complained about you several tis. Watch your attitude."
"Yes, Your Highness. I'll improve," Spandine promised quickly.
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