The Black Prince of Pirates

Doflamingo didn't know whether Elus was deliberately planning something or not. All he had to do was make sure that Eleus was not hostile to him. There were seven people in the King's Shichibukai. As long as he didn't move his butt. He didn't care who he kicked off the chair below.

in contrast,

He is very keen to get involved in such interesting and lively things.

However, one should not be careless, especially when Violet approached Elus on his own initiative. Although nothing seemed out of the ordinary, he still had to be wary. He was not prepared to delve into the purpose of Violet's behavior, as long as It's enough to be careful about your next actions.

The party is still going on,

People in this world have an indescribable enthusiasm for banquets, whether it is their nature or their commonality. Once the banquet starts, unless there is an unavoidable interruption or conditions do not allow it to continue, the banquet will last for a long time. .

"Monet."

Doflamingo came to the green-haired woman who was sitting under an umbrella eating shaved ice.

"What's wrong, young master?"

The woman who was eating enthusiastically with shaved ice asked vaguely. Her long wavy grass-green hair hung down her back. The thick-bottomed milk bottle glasses she wore on her face covered most of her face, and also covered her beautiful face. , against the background of those glasses, it gives people a simple impression full of nerdiness.

She is Monet.

A member of the Don Quixote family and Doflamingo's secretary.

She firmly believed that Doflamingo would be the perfect choice for the Pirate King, and she would not hesitate to sacrifice her own life for Doflamingo.

"Monet, I give you a task, to stare at the violets."

"What happened to Violet?"

"Not sure, maybe I have some thoughts that I shouldn't have."

"Ah, your highness, are you still delusional about reviving the country?" Monet put down the spoon in his hand, stretched out his tongue and licked the syrup at the corner of his mouth. His golden eyes moved under the thick lenses, and his keen eyes passed through the milk bottle glasses. Look for Violet among the noisy crowd.

"Just keep an eye on her. Don't let her do some strange things before our guests leave. I don't want to see the family members reduced for inexplicable reasons. So, Monet, Violet I’ll leave it to you for now.”

"Leave it to me, young master, I will make our princess understand that family members should not plot against each other." Monet agreed with a smile.

New world,

In this chaos, order is mixed, and order contains the chaotic world. Every day, every night, every moment, every minute, people are dying, whether they die of illness, starvation, old age, or being killed. are consistent, but there are countless ways to reach this only result.

Of course, in this world where humans are divided into three, six or nine levels.

The death of different people will naturally have different impacts. Well, this kind of thing probably exists no matter which world it is in.

A certain little-known island is the headquarters of the World Economic News newspaper.

While the lively banquet was still continuing in the palace of Dressrosa,

"President"

"Special urgent encrypted message."

The employee took two steps in three steps. If it weren't for the fact that he had no wings, he would have wanted to fly into Morgans' office. But he couldn't fly anymore. He jogged and knocked away all the guys in the way without knocking on the door. stormed into Morgans' office.

This is something that is allowed,

As long as you hold information that is important enough and urgent enough, let alone rushing into the office, there is no problem even rushing into the toilet and dragging out Morgans who is doing something.

"Hurry up."

Morgans, who was drinking tea, put down his tea cup and took the sealed envelope from the employee's hand.

After checking carefully to make sure that no one had opened the envelope before, he picked up a paper knife and opened the envelope, taking out the letter and photo inside. It was a photo of Umit, the killed Umit. In the photo of him lying on his back in a big pit, the clarity of every detail is simply incredible.

In addition, there are photos of Elus and his attendants, and judging from the background, they seem to be in the same area as Umit.

"Umit, you are indeed the first sacrifice."

After reading the letter, Morgans still sat motionless in his chair. Seeing this, he knew that the idea of ​​making a big news was not feasible. The employee resigned from Morgans in despair, silently exited the office, and went out. When I walked in, I carefully closed the door.

Ignoring the small thoughts of his men, he was now fully focused on the letters and photos in his hands.

In other words, he has been waiting for this news for the past two days.

As a journalist, it is unqualified to passively wait for events to occur before collecting information. Only by predicting events in advance can we obtain first-hand exclusive information and maintain our status as an excellent journalist. .

"It's a pity that this news didn't make it to the newspapers."

Morgans sighed a little regretfully.

He didn't have much friendship with Umit. It should be said that it was just the opposite. Umit, who pursued a confidentiality strategy, hated having information about his wealth disclosed the most. Even if it was just tidbits, he was resolutely resisted. Zeng Jin was resolute because of a certain A little news: The two of them had a big fight. If someone hadn't stopped them, they would have started fighting.

If it weren't for the fact that Umit was a giant in the dark world, Morgans would have wanted to close up the information about Umit being beaten to death on the beach by the waves. Unfortunately, such a thing can only be thought about and cannot be directly The most honest newspaper publication would be to publish an obituary in a corner of tomorrow's newspaper, saying that the president of a certain company died for some reason, and so on.

The old chapter was turned over, and Morgans completely forgot about Umit without any nostalgia, and replaced him with the black prince Socacio Elus. This name completely occupied Umit's vacancy. Space.

He pinched the photo in his hand,

His sharp eyes were fixed on Elus with a pair of jet black wings spread out in the photo.

"Isn't Prince Eleus a fleeting meteor, but a star destined to shine in the sky?"

"come"

"come"

He patted the table, and a bunch of people immediately rushed in. It seemed like a chaos, but there was no noise. Everyone stood quietly in the office, waiting for the president to speak.

"The latest information, Umit, is dead."

"He was killed by the Black Prince Socachio Elus. This matter is not easy to be published in the newspapers, so I use private channels to spread the matter to me. People who should know, people who need to know, I want They all know about this, and don’t forget to promote the strength of our newspaper.”

so called news

Newspapers are not the only way to spread news. Newspapers are just the most useful and practical way to spread news. In addition, there are many other ways to spread news.