Pirate: Guilty Crown

Dressrosa.

Luxurious palace halls.

Hanging up the call, Doflamingo’s brows wrinkled slightly, with deep doubts.

He really couldn’t understand why the other party wanted to let himself help like this, which made Doflamingo feel very puzzled.

“Didn’t I hear you wrong, Dover, that kid Vince Mock Ichi actually asked the Don Quixote family to help auction the Devil Fruit?”

Diamanti, who had been next to him, felt a little incredible.

“Hehe~~~ For the sake of him making our Don Quixote family earn a lot of face, let’s help him…”

The huge intermediary fee he got this time, coupled with the fact that Doflamingo had successfully helped the two get back their hearts, Torrebol was obviously in a better mood.

“With Jerma’s current wealth and wealth, and the gesture of throwing out tens of billions of Baileys to buy wantonly, young master, do you think they really care about the income of the Devil Fruit?” Seniol Pique dressed in a funny BB costume and wearing sunglasses, with a baby pacifier in his mouth, is somewhat incredibly authentic.

No matter how expensive a devil fruit is, how much can it be auctioned?

The transaction amount of Jerma in the underground world alone is a jaw-dropping sky-high price, and there is really no reason to auction a devil fruit specifically.

Even if you collect it or give it to your subordinates, it’s okay, right?

“Bang bang blah~~~ I really don’t know what that little devil is thinking…” Getting up directly from the seat, Doflamingo held his forehead and smirked: “And he still wants to directly auction such a devil fruit as the natural department, even if he is likely to be a devil fruit ability, he will not easily destroy the heavenly things like this, right?” ”

No matter how inconspicuous the natural Devil Fruit ability was, the value was higher than that of ordinary animal lines, and he really couldn’t understand why Vince Mock Ichi would do this.

“If I hadn’t guessed that Jerma’s purpose would definitely not be simple, I would have wanted to cut off my beard…”

On the other side, in a certain sea.

“If this can’t lead you out, you can only prepare for the worst…” Iji on the war house said with a touch of coldness.

Forge the Dark Fruit, it’s too simple.

It is only necessary to let Mr.3 in the Baroque work society use the ability of wax wax fruit to make a similar shape, and after the perfect coloring of miss. Golden Week, if you don’t take a bite directly, or hit it hard, it is difficult to find that it is fake.

Even if it was found out that the Devil Fruit was actually fake before the auction, Doflamingo would definitely not refuse, after all, Jerma did not intend to really sell it.

With Jerma’s financial resources, even if the price is as high as 10 billion, it can be directly auctioned, and it will not affect the credibility of the auction house under his command.

Having made a decision, Ji made direct contact with Bode far above the “Little Garden” far before the Great Passage.

“Your Highness, what’s the matter?”

Dense. In the dense forest, Bode, who was constantly struggling and sweating, took the call sent by Nicole Robin and couldn’t help but be a little surprised.

“Boom!”

An explosion came.

“Mr.5, if you guy does such a disgusting action again, be careful that Laozi directly slaughters you…”

Not far away, the shirtless Mr.1 Daz Bonnis suddenly threw his leg and kicked out a trench coat man with an explosive head, sunglasses, and a somewhat bitter face.

“Hey, Mr.1, it’s too much, I’m just digging a booger…” Falling heavily on the ground, some embarrassed Mr.5 cried out in dissatisfaction.

Since he was trained this morning to now, he has long been so tired that he wants to lie down and make a habitual movement, but he started so ruthlessly, how can he say that everyone is a colleague?

Without looking at each other, Daz Bonnis continued his training, practicing the newly mastered, but still somewhat unskilled shaving.

“There is that time to complain, it is better to concentrate on exercise, it is because Mr.5 you are too weak, so you have been repeatedly taught by Mr.1!” Bode’s gaze was indifferent, and he scolded coldly with some impatience.

If it weren’t for Mr.5’s fruit ability, he would have kicked the other party out of the Baroque Work Society long ago.

“I’m sorry to make Your Highness smile…”

Wiping the sweat on his head, Bode held the phone worm and walked towards a quiet place, and said a little helplessly: “A group of guys who can’t support the wall with mud!” ”

“If it’s really unbearable, there’s no need to continue to waste energy…”

Listening to the faint reprimands and complaints from the phone worm, Ichi roughly guessed that Bode and the others should be training, which completely understood Bode’s helplessness at this time, and directly said the purpose: “I’ll fax a hand-drawn drawing of the devil fruit to you later, and you let Mr.3 and Miss. Golden Week use their ability to forge that devil fruit, and then take a picture and fax it to me as soon as possible…”

……

Doflamingo was very efficient.

In the next two or three days, the big and small forces of the New World had already learned that half a month later, they would have a natural devil fruit in their hands that was going to be auctioned.

On the Moby Dick.

“Dad, I just received news that the Don Quixote family will auction two fruits this time, and it is said that one of them is still natural…”

In a very bad mood, Marko, who had just returned from visiting Jinpei, who was still in a coma, handed an auction slip he had just received to Whitebeard, who was drinking: “Shall we shoot it down?” ”

“Devil Fruit?”

“The fruit of nature, that guy from ‘Tenyasha’ actually wants to take it out for auction?”

The several captains present couldn’t help but be a little surprised.

If it is an ordinary superhuman or animal line, of course they don’t care.

But the natural system is different, even if it is a bad natural system devil fruit, it is much stronger than ordinary animal and superhuman lines.

Normally speaking, any ambitious force that gets such a devil fruit, even if he can’t eat it, he will keep it to cultivate powerful subordinates, right?

In the crowd, the very obese Marshall M. D. Tichy’s ears quietly pricked up, looking at the picture on the back of the auction slip in Whitebeard’s hand from afar, and the whole person’s pupils suddenly widened, and he couldn’t help trembling. Trembled…