People are pirates, creating Cthulhu

Doflamingo's eyes showed madness.

The other members of Don Quixote's family were trying to dissuade him, but they didn't expect that he had already taken a hard bite on the golden fruit.

One bite after another.

Soon all the "God Fruit" entered Doflamingo's stomach.

Now let alone the Don Quixote family, even CP0 has focused its attention on Doflamingo.

belch!

Doflamingo grinned and burped, and said with a smile: "If nothing else, this thing tastes much better than Devil Fruit."

"I said, I said, Dover, how are you feeling now?"

Torrebol kept scanning Doflamingo's body up and down, but he couldn't see any change from before.

"If you want to talk about changes, it's better to say they are strengthening."

Doflamingo's eyes flashed, his fingers moved slightly, and then he saw countless thin threads spreading out from under his feet, quickly coiling in a certain direction as if they were alive.

Then a scream in the distance reached everyone's ears.

The thin thread dragged a person back to Doflamingo. It was not over yet. He grinned, and countless thin threads came out from his back to tie up the little gangster with a frightened face.

Then the thin line disappeared, and the gangster stood up and showed the same smile as Doflamingo.

"These are just trivial skills. I feel that there are many things waiting for me to develop in the Fruit of God."

……

North Sea, Freivans.

This beautiful white town is like a pearl in the North Sea. Every day, an endless stream of people come here to travel and look for business opportunities.

And all of this has long been built into a complete industrial chain by the nobles who have been obsessed with money.

A merchant ship docked at the port. Seeing the passengers on it stepping into this pure white land like a long queue, more than a dozen people immediately gathered around.

With smiles on their faces, they shouted enthusiastically: "Welcome distinguished guests, welcome to the beautiful white town of Freifans!"

Then they each found their own targets and stepped forward to promote themselves. Morey, who was young but had a particularly unique vision, immediately took a fancy to a big boy with orange curly hair and a sunny face.

Based on his experience, such a fat sheep must be a young lamb that has just left home and has not been severely beaten by society. Not only does it spend money lavishly, but it is also extremely obedient, and it will not go around making trouble afterwards.

It's him!

"Hello, I am Morey, the tour guide here. May I ask this distinguished guest, what are your plans for coming to Freifans?"

Morey keeps his attitude very low. To deal with this kind of little fat sheep, you need to make him feel your respect for him. Once you satisfy the other person's face, all the money in his pocket will be yours.

"Oh, I'm here for business. I heard that the amber lead here is very famous. I wonder where I should go to buy this amber lead?"

The orange-haired boy's smile was indeed very bright, and he was here to do business. This made Morey even more excited, and he smiled even more enthusiastically: "Our trading of amber lead here is all done on the exchange, I can take you there In the past, it was just a tiny little tip.”

"Then it's up to you."

Sure enough, I took the bait! !

"What's your name, please?"

The corners of Morey's mouth were raised high, and his enthusiastic smile revealed a touch of pride that his plot had succeeded.

"Just call me Wilson."

Wilson also smiled happily. He had not been so happy for a long time since being entangled by that damn shadow in Black Iron Town.

Along the way, listening to Morey's introduction, Wilson looked forward to this prosperous town even more.

"Jiejiejie, I'm hungry, take me to that dessert shop."

However, the excitement was quickly destroyed by the sinister voice in his mind. A look of disgust flashed across Wilson's face, but he quickly suppressed it.

Seeing Wilson stop suddenly, Morey said with warm concern: "Guest, what's wrong?"

"Oh, I think that dessert shop seems pretty good. Let's go there and take a rest first."

"No problem at all."

Morey was even happier. He was still warming up, but he didn't expect that the little sheep would take the initiative to consume.

Into the dessert shop.

Morey saw that the guest named Wilson seemed to be a different person. Although he still had the same face full of sunshine, it always gave people an eerie and uncomfortable feeling.

"Guest, you can actually order less and save some for a while. There is a restaurant with a very good reputation in front of you. I was just thinking of taking you there to try it."

Morey's heart bleeds when he sees Wilson taking over a dozen desserts in one go. Although this store also has a commission, it is only less than eight points, while there is a restaurant in front of him that he often cooperates with that can give two Ten points commission.

If he emptied the little sheep's pockets here, he would have suffered a big loss this time.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

Wilson ignored Morey at all and only thought about the pile of desserts in front of him.

After Wilson finished the desserts in front of him with satisfaction, the sky outside gradually darkened.

Exited the dessert shop.

Seeing Wilson frowning and rubbing his belly, Morey couldn't help but cursed: "You order so much when you can't eat. You look well dressed, but I didn't expect you to be a country bumpkin who hasn't eaten dessert."

"Let's go faster. There's no need to introduce the scenery on the road. Just take me to the exchange."

"Guest, it's already five o'clock now. The exchange only conducts transactions from ten o'clock in the morning to four o'clock in the afternoon every day."

It’s a shame to criticize, but the little fat sheep still has to be squeezed dry. Morey smiled and arranged: “Why don’t I take you to a place to rest first, and I will take you around the town at eight o’clock tomorrow morning, etc. When it’s almost ten o’clock, we’ll go directly to the exchange, what do you think?”

"The time is so short? Just do as you say first."

Wilson thought for a while and realized that he could make some preparations in advance at night, so he agreed to Morey's arrangement.

After checking in with Morey at the hotel, the two made an appointment to meet here at eight o'clock tomorrow morning, and then Wilson went to bed early.

Until the dead of night.

Wilson suddenly turned over from the bed, and his body floated out of the window like a ghost, frightening a young couple downstairs who were applauding their love.

While on the road during the day, Wilson had already found out.

The nobles in Frevans are no different from those in other places. They all live in the center of the town, separated from the slums by a high wall.

Although he did not have a specific target, Wilson was very experienced. As soon as he climbed over the fence, he spotted the largest and most luxurious area in the entire aristocratic district.

It looks like a palace-like building.