"What does this have to do with order? Isn't Rata Town a product of imperfect order?", Gion raised her question. After becoming familiar with Rosse over the past few days, she knew he didn't want a yes-man. If she had doubts, she could ask at any time.
"That's not wrong. Rata Town is indeed a dark zone formed due to imperfect order. But such dark zones can only exist in areas lacking order. That's the significance of order."
"What you see now is already a restrained situation. If everything were left unchecked, then chaos even worse than the New World would be the most likely outcome."
Zephyr nodded, patiently explaining.
Among his students, Gion was definitely one of the outstanding ones.
Until now, he had only taught them how to improve their strength. But since they now served under Rosse, it was time to teach some philosophical concepts too.
"Because it's an incomplete order, Rata Town was born. And because there is still order, the whole world hasn't become another Rata Town."
Gion nodded lightly. She could still understand Zephyr's point.
The consequence of freedom was turning the entire world into another Rata Town. No excuse was needed. It would be purely survival of the fittest.
So even if order wasn't ideal, it was still better than complete freedom.
"But why not make the order more perfect...", Gion had just spoken when she realized she had asked a foolish question.
It was already the Great Pirate Era, with pirates running rampant everywhere. Even if the order were perfect, it would still need everyone to follow it.
Even if slave trading were banned, as long as there was demand, pirates and traffickers would still exist.
"I was too shallow. If we want to implement a more perfect order, we must first solve the problems of pirates and traffickers," Gion shook her head.
"Why do you think the current order is imperfect?", Rosse suddenly asked, looking at Gion with a faint smile.
'Gion, still so innocent.'
"Ah? Isn't slave trading on the seas supposed to be eradicated? At least the citizens of the allied nations shouldn't be affected, right?", Gion asked in confusion.
She knew her thinking was wrong but didn't know where the problem lay.
Zephyr's eyes flickered at the side but he didn't interrupt.
Some thoughts were best kept in the heart. With his status, even casually commenting would only bring harm, not benefits.
"Gion, you must first understand the meaning of order," Rosse shook his head, "The order we're discussing mostly refers to the world order among the nations and citizens under the World Government. That is, the foundation for the stability of the World Government."
"That's right," Gion nodded.
"Then since we're talking about the World Government, two questions must be addressed. First: how can the World Government maintain stability? Second: what kind of order does the World Government need?"
"Aren't those two the same thing?", Gion was confused.
"They're different. The first is the price the World Government must pay to maintain stability. The second is the power the World Government gains once it achieves stability," Rosse chuckled.
"The price and the power, huh...", Zephyr was thoughtful. He understood what Rosse was trying to express.
The World Government wants stability among its allied nations. So, the buying and selling of slaves in allied nations is illegal. But whether it's the World Government or the nobles of allied nations, they all need slaves to exist. So inevitably, there will be a loophole: the slave trade of non-allied nations. [T/N: Like dru*s]
That is to say, as long as those in power need slaves, then slavery will still exist in this world.
Whether or not there are pirates or traffickers makes no difference to that fact.
Even if a new regime replaced the old, at most the terminology would change. Slaves might be renamed retainers, or even directly labeled as members, but still doing the work of slaves.
Gion only half-understood, but she generally grasped it. The current order was, in fact, complete. It was a stable state achieved under the World Government's 800-year rule.
"What if Dragon wasn't fighting for freedom, but trying to establish a new order. What then?", Zephyr suddenly asked.
At this moment, he extended his Observation Haki to its maximum, ensuring no one nearby could hear them.
That question wasn't just directed at Dragon, it was also for himself, and in a way, for Rosse.
He was sure that his current thoughts were all within Rosse's expectations.
Rosse's intention was likely to have him think independently.
Unfortunately, he would disappoint Rosse.
He was already lost in confusion and now just wanted an answer.
"Establish a new order?", Rosse chuckled in disbelief. He hadn't thought that far ahead. Whether he gave the answer or Zephyr figured it out himself, it would be beneficial to speak openly.
"Zephyr, if someone told you that Dragon wanted to defeat you and become an admiral, what would your first reaction be?"
"What right does he have?", Zephyr blurted it out. Dragon did have talent and strength, but at his current level, he wasn't his opponent.
"Exactly. What right does he have?", Rosse smiled and countered.
"Yeah… what right does he have...", Zephyr fell silent.
With Dragon's strength, even at his peak, it would be tough to surpass him, let alone overthrow the Navy and the World Government.
The foundation of establishing a new order is to overthrow the old one.
Even if the Navy stood by and watched Dragon promote his new order, the World Government alone had enough power to crush the entire world.
He had stayed in Mary Geoise for a while, and because of Rosse, plus Saturn's silent approval, he had learned many of the World Government's secrets.
Just the number of Vice Admiral-level powerhouses in Mary Geoise alone exceeded a hundred. That power could sweep across the entire world.
As for those stronger than Vice Admirals, the World Government didn't have many, but Zephyr believed that even if they faced the sea's strongest one-on-one, they'd still have some left over.
That was the World Government's foundation. And it was the reason why the Great Pirates could only struggle to survive in the New World.
However, thinking of the World Government's strength reminded Zephyr of something else.
"Lord Rosse, is the existence of the Great Pirates in the New World also part of the order?"
"The New World is just the second half of the Grand Line. Its total area is less than half of the Red Line. Add in its terrible weather and environment, and its overall value is low. Also, it has the most non-allied nations. Isn't that right?", Rosse replied calmly.
This was something he had actually researched. He had been curious about it for a while.
With the strength of the World Government, they could sweep the world. So why tolerate the existence of the Great Pirates?
But after digging a bit, Rosse understood.
"That's right. The New World is quite barren," Zephyr nodded.
"If the land is barren, then driving all those ambitious strong people there, letting the world see what they're capable of, doesn't it all make sense?", Rosse smiled.
The World Government knew its rule was awful. Just the Celestial Dragons' privileges alone made it far from perfect.
But still, the New World under pirate rule was even worse.
Compared to the World Government, those so-called Great Pirates who were more like warlords had no ability to govern. The territories under their control were often worse off than the non-allied nations.
With that contrast, the World Government actually looked... pretty good.
Compared to the cost of killing Admiral-level powerhouses, keeping them confined to the New World was the more cost-effective choice.
Unless someone like Rocks appeared again, the World Government simply didn't care what happened in the New World.
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