Chapter 68

Chairman Crawford was very satisfied with the effect he had created.

However, before Chairman Crawford could savor his own imposing presence any longer, he was interrupted by a burst of loud laughter.

"Hahahahahaha."

"My apologies, my apologies, I really couldn't help laughing out loud."

Ace looked at Chairman Crawford's somewhat unsightly expression and said apologetically with a smile: "Actually, on the Grand Line where our Whitebeard Pirates are, there are always people who like to talk just like Chairman Mr. does."

"To be honest, I don't dislike Chairman Mr. talking like this."

'Grand Line?'

'Is there a place called the Grand Line?'

Ultear's brows knit tightly as she quickly caught the key phrase.

On the other side, Jellal, who had been maintaining a formulaic smile, also began to think it over.

The four words "Grand Line" — none of those present had ever heard of it.

Behind this might lie a terrifying truth.

Namely, the world they had seen was very likely just the tip of the iceberg.

Chairman Crawford was old, and his mind didn't turn as fast as the two youngsters Ultear and Jellal.

Still, he was an old hand after all, and could keep his composure.

Of course, even if he couldn't keep his composure, there would be someone to help Chairman Crawford vent it out.

Soon, another elderly man of similar age, who looked somewhat like a cat, stood up and rebuked Ace: "Impudence!"

"Do you know what kind of place this is?!"

"This is the Magic Council!"