But overall, it's not bad.
When Sage returned, he encountered Kalifa and realized his intelligence organization had started rotating personnel.
Among the seven former members of CP9, except for Lucci who remained unchanged, the other three formed a team to switch sides.
Jabra and the others had stayed for more than a year; the World Government couldn't keep these people here indefinitely. Even though Sage knew they would transmit intelligence back, they couldn't guarantee what might happen over time, so recalling them was safer.
Then they switch sides again to ensure the authenticity of intelligence from both sides, while also preventing Sage from manipulating them.
But to Sage, it really didn't matter as long as there was intelligence and people to do the work.
Loyalty... who cares about such things.
If they're human, absolute loyalty doesn't exist, but as long as he's strong enough to prevent any ulterior motives from those beneath him, it's fine.
As for the future...
He'd better manage the present first. Even if he's a "Four Emperor" now, he still isn't qualified to think about the future.
Moreover, compared to those three comedic guys, Sage also wanted to see what different things this intelligence organization could provide him.
After all, styles vary.
"Buru buru buru..."
The sound of the radio snail rang from Kalifa's body, and she deliberately took out a small radio snail from the ravine in front of her chest, running to the corner to connect the call so as not to disturb Sage's bath.
"Yes, I know."
Quickly, with Kalifa's response, she walked out from the corner, covering the radio snail without hanging up but also unable to hear any sound.
"Captain, Robin and Koala have already arrived at the banquet hall. Marika asks what scale this will be."
"Hmm... relatives, rarely seen. When people become wealthy, the first target they want to show off to is naturally relatives."
Sage waved his large hand, "For lunch, prepare according to six hundred dishes, set the scene properly."
This was also his most abundant lunch on usual days, totaling six hundred dishes, normally requiring preparation in advance. If done last minute, time wouldn't be enough, even with a whole team of chefs to assist, it would be too late.
In the past, to provide his meals, a chef team expanded to nearly five hundred people within the royal palace would assist Marika, and at least two to three hours in advance were needed to prepare.
Now preparing six hundred dishes quickly, the specialties Marika could make wouldn't be many, but the spectacle would be there. The other chefs' food wasn't that bad either, and others could certainly praise the taste besides Sage.
But Sage wasn't in a hurry; he was enjoying his bath, waiting for two hours was normal since it was still the morning and not mealtime yet.
Even if it's late, when doing business, it's no problem.
Nico Robin, representing the Revolutionary Army, came to discuss business; it couldn't be about romance and order, most likely about arms and food.
Sage was definitely on the pure seller's side of the market, with no shortage of buyers.
With Kalifa continuing to notify from the corner, Sage comfortably sank his body deeper into the bath, closed his eyes, allowing these young, beautiful, and graceful maids to continue their work on him.
Approximately one or two hours later, Sage's whole body muscles were relaxed, then he opened his eyes, got up from the bath, and two maids pulled out a white towel, waiting for Sage to step out of the bath, wrapping it around his lower body.
As Sage moved, several maids, holding towels, wiped his body, helped him exit the bathroom, and in the luxurious rest area, dried his body, blew his hair, and prepared new clothes for Sage once he extended his arms.
At his level, he didn't even need to dress himself anymore.
Except when on the ship, due to personnel reasons, Bella took care of his living arrangements, folding the next day's clothes for him, still requiring him to dress manually. But back at the base, except for training, Sage was too lazy to even move a finger.
Putting in such effort to occupy territories and improve livelihoods was for enjoyment.
He's different from those destitute pirates; not wearing a decade-old vest or century-old short shirts, baring their shoulders, displaying scars while foolishly grinning with teeth, shouting about the Pirate King every day.
This time Sage put on a white shirt, with the collar not as open as before, just unbuttoning one button at the neck. Outside he wore a black and red double-breasted suit, looking very heroic, like a navy.
Then he draped a black and red fur coat... Hmm, at first glance, it almost seemed like Doflamingo when he was younger.
No, how could Doflamingo compare with him.
"Tch, copied my outfit years ago, should charge you royalty fees, Doflamingo."
Sage laughed heartily in the mirror and walked towards the banquet hall.
At this moment, inside the banquet hall, under that massive carved chandelier, four women stared at each other.
At the long table, Robin and Koala sat towards the back on the right side, while Lily and Renedia sat towards the front on the left side, each with tea and snacks in front of them.
Especially Renedia and Koala, they occasionally looked at each other, while Lily calmly picked up her teacup, gently taking a sip, and Robin opened a book, quietly reading.
Catching up had already happened, given their previous encounters.
The purpose of the visit was also clarified, Robin didn't hide anything in this regard.
What remained was silence.