— That's... — Magellan frowned and said, — He was the warden of Impel Down, but due to his cruelty and bloodlust, he often killed prisoners without reason, simply for pleasure.
— After numerous unsuccessful attempts to reason with him, I sent him to Infinite Hell and sentenced him to death with a delayed execution.
Karl approached the cell, and his footsteps echoed clearly in the silence.
Unlike the other prisoners, Shiryh was still dressed in a warden's uniform. He had a rugged face, a broad chin, indifferent eyes, and a sly smile on his lips.
Shiryu looked up and eyed the handsome young man outside the cell, focusing mainly on the two swords at his waist, with a disdainful smile on his face.
— Nice swords, can a pretty boy like you even handle them?
Karl smiled faintly, looked down at his swords "Shisui" and "Raven," and calmly replied, — Enough to slice you into pieces.
A red fire flashed in Siliu's eyes, and he smirked: — You alone?
— Ha-ha-ha, Karl, this guy is just overconfident! Doesn't he know that you faced Hawk Eye, the world's greatest swordsman?
Shiryu's face twisted. Hawk Eye! Could it really be that swordsman who stood at the top and looked down on them?
That handsome boy almost won against him? How is this possible?
— I don't believe it, Magellan, release me, give me my sword back, I want to see what this kid is capable of!
Magellan snorted coldly: — Don't fool yourself, Shiryu, do you still consider yourself a warden? Now you are nothing more than a criminal!
— You... you have no right to order me around!
Having said this, Magellan looked at Karl. Although he was in Impel Down, he had heard about Hawk Eye, and Karl had been defeated by him only with a slight advantage, which meant he must be very skilled in swordsmanship.
Touching his warm stomach, Magellan felt a sense of gratitude and said to Karl: — Major General Karl, Shiryu is also a swordsman, and his sword seems to be quite famous.
— As a token of appreciation for relieving me of my diarrhea today, I want to gift you his sword "Thunderstorm," what do you think?
Karl: What a surprise, an unexpected gift!
But he already had two swords: a weapon with special abilities and a Black Sword. Honestly, he didn't think much of "Thunderstorm."
— It's just a small thing. No need for gratitude, Director Magellan.
Magellan shook his head. He never liked being indebted to others. The less Karl wanted the sword, the more he wanted to give it to him.
So he immediately took out a Den Den Mushi in a gas mask: — I'm the director. Find the former warden Shiryu's sword and place it on the ground. Then hand it over to Major General Karl.
— Understood!
Then Magellan hung up and looked at Karl: — He won't be able to use it anyway. It would just lie there for nothing. It's better to give it to a strong swordsman like you to realize its potential.
— Magellan, how dare you! Why did you give my sword to someone else?
— Hoo~
Magellan released a stream of poisonous mist at Shiryu, who had charged at him. Siliu was too weak to resist and inhaled all the poison. His body instantly froze, and he let out a painful howl.
— Don't worry about him. Would you like to continue the tour?
Karl glanced at Shiryu lying on the floor and nodded. The three of them continued on their way.
— This… — Karl pointed to a strange chamber filled with cold air. Inside the chamber was a prisoner whose body was completely frozen.
— "World Breaker," Brynnid Warld. He was already frozen when I first entered Impel Down.
Karl scratched his temple. The name was familiar, but he couldn't remember it.
After all, having been in this world for more than 20 years, it's normal to forget some characters with minor roles.
— He was a pirate a long time ago. It's understandable that Major General Karl hasn't heard of him.
Smoker cast a quick glance, and upon seeing the prisoner in the neighboring cell, his pupils narrowed. He swallowed and uttered in shock, "So, this is Patrick Redfield?"
The gray-haired old man in the cell weakly smiled and slowly said, "It seems my name hasn't been forgotten!"
Karl turned to Smoker and curiously asked, "Do you know him?"
Smoker shook his head, "No, I've only heard of him. A long time ago, he was in the company of Roger, the great pirate who was on par with Whitebeard."
"The most important thing is that he is solitary!"
Redfield shook his head, "Young Marine! I am not as strong as you think!"
"Do you know why I am here?"
Smoker shook his head, and Redfield sighed sadly, "I was demoralized because I witnessed the strength of Roger and Newgate with my own eyes."
"I gave up my dream of becoming the king of the pirates, voluntarily surrendered to the Marines, and ended up in Impel Down. I will spend the rest of my life here with you."
Karl and Smoker exchanged glances and saw the shock in each other's eyes.
They know that Redfield was an equal of Sengoku, and the Golden Lion, among others. Such individuals became demoralized after witnessing the power of Roger and Whitebeard.
Just how strong were Whitebeard and Roger in their prime?
The corners of Redfield's mouth slightly lifted, "How strong are Whitebeard and Roger? They are so formidable that it invokes despair. I'm afraid the two of you wouldn't even stand a chance against them."
Karl was stunned. Isn't this what he thought deep down? How is this even possible...
"Don't be so surprised; my Observation Haki allows me to see into people's hearts."
Indeed. Redfield had a strong Observation Haki since childhood. As he grew older, his abilities only became stronger, allowing him to see into people's hearts.
But because of this, he was accustomed to seeing the ugly hearts of those around him, which led to a strong aversion to people. He hated forming alliances with others and considered solitude his creed.
That's why he's called Lone Redfield.
"If you want to understand Roger's strength, this guy should know it very well."
Karl looked in the direction Redfield was pointing. The prisoner in the cell was a tall and powerful man.
His skin was red, his eyes sharp, and his entire being radiated a fierce aura.
"Roger? Just a coward." Then the cell fell into silence, without a sound.
Magellan's eyes were filled with fear. Taking a deep breath, he said, "This prisoner is named Douglas Barrett, known as the Heir of the Devil. Originally, he was a member of Roger's pirate group.
"After Roger's execution, he caused havoc at sea. Eventually, the Navy announced his destruction. After his defeat, he was imprisoned at Impel Down."
"At that time, I was the deputy director."
Karl glanced at Barrett and said nothing. He thought that all the criminals on this floor were monsters. If they escape, the consequences would be catastrophic.
Damn, I really want to kill them all. How can I leave these troubles alive?
At the very least, those without fruit abilities should be killed, right?