The Most Wasteful Fruit Among Pirates

Chapter 3 Suspicion

"Come out! Two brats—"

The next day, noises rang out everywhere on the 'Pinta', and everyone received the captain's order to go to the deck.

The 'owners' included not only the sailors who belonged to the ship, but also a dozen paid 'guests', as well as Dover and Rossindi who existed as coolies.

"what happened?"

"Don't push me, I paid for it!"

Soon, sailors in dirty turbans, guests in coats... everyone on the ship gathered on the deck.

"Gentlemen, I have sad news to announce."

In front of everyone was a man with an aristocratic moustache, wearing a black top hat, and holding a silver cane. When he was speaking, his slightly raised head made his expression full of spontaneity. inner contempt.

This poser is the captain of the ship.

Sir Crahorn!

A down-and-out nobleman who had to go to sea to make money because of his family's decline.

"Our Chef Dika was unfortunately killed last night."

The bearded nobleman said slowly what happened on the ship in the tone of "the weather is fine", while scanning the people on the deck with gloomy eyes:

Bosun, navigator, some guests, other sailors...

Even the two children standing on the edge of the crowd were not spared.

"Someone was ambushing in the kitchen, and when poor Dika was going to have some supper, what awaited him was deadly lead bullets!"

"Then his body was thrown out of the kitchen window and is probably now lying in the belly of some sea beast."

This is the information that the noble captain deduced from the 'traces' left by the kitchen. Although there are many strange things in this information, there is no doubt that Dika made a terrible mistake.

The kitchen is just below the captain's cabin. If the murderer can kill Dika silently, he may be the captain silently!

Dika is just a servant.

How can one's own life and the revitalization of the family be important?

There are many sea beasts in this world, and the fish are fierce.

Once the corpse is thrown into the sea, it will be swallowed up soon, which is the easiest way to destroy the corpse.

Hmph, someone on this ship wants to challenge his majesty?

It's a pity that Sir Crahorn is not Conan, and he would never have thought that the tall and strong head chef would die at the hands of two inconspicuous children.

While the noble captain was looking at everyone on the deck, one of the 'true culprits', Rosinindi, had blank eyes and was thinking about what's going to happen this year.

Year 1494 in the lunar calendar~~

Robin seems to have just been born? The Empress was born last year...

As for Dover, it was a ghost to be able to see anything in the dark glasses.

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"This is impossible!"

The boatswain was the first to stand out. He had a clean shaved head, and a thin shirt could not conceal his exaggerated and explosive muscles.

"If Dika was really shot last night on the boat, why didn't so many of us hear it?"

His words made many people nod subconsciously. Even if they were asleep, it was impossible not to hear someone shooting on the boat.

"So,"

The gloomy noble captain stared at the bald bosun,

"It's up to you to tell me—how did Dika die?"

"Mr. Alek, you should be the most clear about sleeping in the same room with Dika."

? !

"You suspect that I killed Dika?"

The bald sailor was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously landed on the handle of the knife at his waist!

At the same time, although the sailors next to him didn't know what happened, they subconsciously grabbed the weapons attached to their belts.

Hatchet, machete, flintlock...

"and many more!"

Seeing that the smell of gunpowder suddenly filled the deck, even the dozens of 'guests' lifted their coats one after another, revealing the weapons on their belts. The elegant navigator in a sleeveless vest and bow tie took a step forward.

"Alec, that's not what the captain meant."

"But you live in the same room with Dika, you should know when something happens to him, right?"

"I···"

Facing this question, the bald sailor twitched all over his face.

As the 'best fighter' on this ship, the conflict between him and Sir Crahorn has been going on for a long time.

When encountering battles and negotiating with others, he is the one who takes the lead in the charge. However, this aristocratic lord standing at the back wanted to take half of the profits from each voyage, which made the bosun even more dissatisfied.

And the reason why the chef will live in the same room with the sailor is to 'monitor' him!

Everyone knows this.

So the bald boatswain didn't like to see Dika very much. As long as he didn't bother himself, he wouldn't bother to worry about where the fat pig went and what he was doing.

"I fell asleep, how would I know?"

"Cough, the 'Blood Blade' Alek, who was rumored to be killing people in his dreams, said he fell asleep..."

The gentle navigator shook his head, causing veins to pop out of the bosun's forehead.

"I said I didn't—wait!"

The boatswain didn't know what he thought of, and his eyes suddenly became fierce after he "suddenly realized".

"Could it be that you want to swallow the 'goods' all by yourself, let Dika's fat pig hide, and now you come to question me?!"

With a clang, the scimitar from his waist was pulled out, and the bosun's eyes turned red.

"I tell you, don't even think about it!!"

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Facing the murderous boatswain, the noble captain and the gentle navigator exchanged glances.

It seems that it's not Aleck, the brat, then——

The eyes of the two fell on more than a dozen 'guests', and they gradually became dangerous.

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"Rosie, our chance has come!"

In the small bottom compartment, Dover, who was wearing sunglasses, clenched his fists excitedly.

"Use the silent ability to assassinate the people on board, instigate the three parties to kill each other, and then reap the benefits?"

Hearing what Rossindi said, the thin boy nodded vigorously, and realized for the first time that the two of them were indeed "brothers" and had exactly the same plan as his own.

"I reject!"

? !

Facing Dover whose excited expression froze, Rosindi, who was leaning against the small bottom warehouse, shook his head.

"I will not take the initiative to hurt others, but I will also guard against others' harm. ——This is the teaching of my parents."

You must not have the heart to harm others, and you must not have the heart to guard against others.

Of course, this is the teaching of the parents in the "previous life", and it is also the three views of most people in the Celestial Dynasty.

Last night, Dover shot the fat head chef, and Rosindi naturally wouldn't say anything, after all, Dover was trying to save him.

But Rosindi was unwilling to provoke the people on this ship to kill each other. Even if this is the place where the fruit ability is displayed.

"...You really haven't changed,"

Facing Rossindi's refusal, Dover was not disappointed.

After all, this brother is as 'naive' as his parents, but his performance last night was abnormal.

But he is not going to let go of this opportunity in front of him!

Because the chef's fat pig was silently killed, the ship was divided into three forces: the captain, the navigator, and the bosun confront each other.

The guests on board were brutally locked together, and everyone was full of resentment!

At this time, just a little spark can make the people on this ship face each other with swords.

Pushing the sunglasses, Doflamingo's mind flashed one thought after another.

He wants revenge

Take revenge on the civilians who hurt him!

Revenge on the Celestial Dragons who rejected their return!

And revenge requires strength, money, and manpower... it starts with this ship!

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"What clues do you have?"

In the captain's room, the aristocratic captain, the gentle navigator, and the bald bosun who were supposed to be "on edge" in Doflamingo's plan sat together calmly, with a glass of wine in front of each of them.

"What clues can I have, Dika's pig, can lose his life after eating supper!"

Facing the captain's question, the bald sailor slammed the wine glass on the table, half angry and half scared.

Dika died quietly. If the murderer's target was replaced by his sleeping self... the way of dying in a dream would be too embarrassing.

"The person who chose to ambush in the kitchen in advance should be someone who knows that Dika has a habit of eating late at night. I won't mention what method the other party used to kill Dika for the time being, but it is probably our'one of us'."

The gentle navigator glanced at the critical boatswain and asked softly.

"Among the sailors, who do you think is the most likely?"

"Let me think..."

Touching his oily scalp, the bosun frowned and thought for a long time, but there was nothing to say.

He basically 'added some' to the combat power, and the subtle observations in life are too difficult for him.

"Well, I actually don't have any clues."

The gentle navigator shrugged, acting very relaxed.

"I'm just a chart reader. Whether it's murder or tracking down the murderer, it's not my specialty."

"...Okay, today's meeting is over, you should be more careful when you go back."

As the noble captain sitting at the top spoke slowly, the other two naturally stood up and said goodbye. After the boatswain and navigator left, the noble captain took the hand under the table.

Under the table, hung a loaded flintlock!

Glancing at the three undrinked glasses of wine on the table, the noble captain's face was as cold as iron.

Who is it?

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‘The captain has no reason to kill his confidant, and neither does Alek, that reckless man... No, maybe that guy just spotted him and we won’t suspect him! '

Walking in the corridor of the cabin, the gentle navigator touched his chin.

'Actually, when I think about it seriously, I'm the one who is most likely to kill Dika, because that pig actually took a share in our deal...but it's not me. '

On the surface, this merchant ship was sending a special ore of the Great Line to the North Sea, but in fact, it was secretly smuggling a contraband called 'Dynamite Rock'.

It is a high explosive that is hundreds to thousands of times more powerful than ordinary gunpowder. It only needs to be the size of a fingernail to blow up a ship into the sky!

Of course, the explosive rock that fell on the "Pingta" has changed hands many times, and after being diluted by a large amount of mixing, it is several times stronger than ordinary black powder.

Even this kind of 'N hand goods' is the 'power' that makes countless Beihai strongmen flock to it.

It is also the hope of the captain "Sir Crahorn" to revive the family.

Tens of millions of Bailey's profits can be earned in just one trip!

Even if it is divided among a few people, it is enough for them to spend their days and drinks.

But... Wouldn't it be better if it was enjoyed by one person?

With the money saved by the captain, it is estimated that he will soon be able to buy a small town.

That is to say:

‘That idiot Dika may have been killed by the captain himself! '

Thinking of this, the gentle navigator stopped, feeling an inexplicable crisis.

Maybe the captain really just wants to finish this vote and return to his hometown to be his noble and rich man...

"grown ups,"

Just when the navigator frowned and thought, a child stood in front of him.