This pirate is not too cold

Chapter 222 Ten Years and One Night

On the second day, everything in Albana was as usual, and the city was still full of people and traffic, a scene of prosperity.

But in the palace, there was an unprecedented dull atmosphere.

A rare cloud appeared on Cobra's face, and Icarem, Bell, Gaca and others also had dignified faces. The high-level officials of this country gathered together, and the atmosphere in the hall was extremely depressing, as if a certain military power It's like declaring war on the desert country.

Princess Weiwei hid behind a door in the conference hall. The little girl leaned on the wall with one hand and covered her mouth with the other, as if she was also infected by the dull atmosphere there, and she didn't even dare to take a breath.

Princess Weiwei is a very sensible little girl. Even though she is only 7 years old, she has a mature, stable and overall-minded personality that many 17-year-old princesses do not have.

But even so, she was only 7 years old. Faced with the situation at this time, the little girl still felt a little scared.

She slept very comfortably last night and slept until dawn. She had no idea what happened last night.

Why did everyone look so scary when they woke up early in the morning?
"Princess Weiwei, so you are here..."

At this time, the women's version of Icarem suddenly appeared behind Weiwei. She lowered her voice and carefully closed the door.

She is Icarem's wife, and looks almost exactly like Icarem: "Princess Weiwei, His Excellency the King is angry, I'd better take you out of here."

"Yeah." Weiwei agreed, without the slightest temper of playing the princess.

"Go back to Your Majesty King, all the personnel have been counted, no one was injured, and nothing was lost in the palace." Jiaka took a step forward and reported cautiously.

"Why don't even the few of you know what happened?" Cobra frowned. He only remembered that someone "hi" himself last night, and then he saw a pair of rubies. Can't remember either.

Bell and Jaca, the two patron saints whom they had always trusted, only remembered hearing a meow, and then they passed out.

Icarem, the captain of the guard, didn't even know anything. He actually slept until dawn in his pajamas.

What's happening here?
Is the palace haunted?
Several ministers looked at me and I looked at you, staring wide-eyed, but they couldn't think of a reasonable explanation to explain what happened last night.

The only thing that is certain is that last night, all the people in the palace fell asleep inexplicably.

"Should I ask Mr. Crocodile? He is the Shichibukai appointed by the World Government, and he has been to the New World before. He may know the real reason for this strange phenomenon."

After a long silence, Bell tentatively made a suggestion.

"No, you can't say anything about this matter, even Mr. Crocodile can't tell him." Cobra immediately rejected Bell's suggestion, "Pass my order, without my permission, no one can tell this Talk about something."

"My lord king, please rest assured that the subordinates have already made arrangements."

"That's good." Cobra's face softened a little.

But his intuition told him that this matter was far from being as simple as it seemed on the surface.

On the other side, in the "Rain Feast" headquarters of Baroque Works, Miss.AllSunday has already handed over a piece of information to Crocodile.

"Everyone in the Albana Palace fell asleep for a whole night last night, but no one was injured, and nothing was lost... What does this mean?" Crocodile frowned with a cigar in his mouth. Together, it is impossible to guess what this King Cobra is up to.

"Miss.AllSunday, you're not disinformation, are you? I mean, is Cobra setting us up with a smoke screen?"

Miss.AllSunday smiled slightly, and said, "Sir, you know me well. If I didn't have the information with full confidence, how could I entrust it to you?"

Crocodile thought about it again, and felt that this was indeed the case.

Now many soldiers in Alabasta's palace are already spies in their baroque agency. For this information, Miss. AllSunday will not be wrong.

It seems that I am too sensitive.

Crocodile leaned back on his chair with his cigar in his mouth and squinted his eyes. After a while, he exhaled a cloud of thick smoke.

"Could it be that Carl?"

According to the Baroque Work Agency's intelligence network all over Alabasta, Crocodile doesn't remember any capable people other than this Karl coming to this kingdom.

He said to himself before that he wanted to subvert the world government. Could it be that "Pluto" Proto is his real trump card?
If so, that Karl also has a reason to attack the Neferutari family.

But how did he know the specific location of the historical text in Alabasta?
Moreover, in the desert before, he had never shown himself the ability to make people fall asleep.

So can it all really be connected?

Crocodile fell into deep thought, and the room soon fell into a strange silence, as if a needle could be heard falling to the ground.

Miss.AllSunday was standing next to Crocodile, her chest rose and fell slightly, her face was calm, and her breathing was extremely steady.

This woman is very self-aware, and she won't say a word without the boss's question.

……

"Hypnosis" generally refers to the hypnotist providing hints to the hypnotized person, so that the other party will respond to the hypnotist's hints without self-consciousness.

In a sense, "hypnosis" is actually a kind of control ability.

So to be more precise, rather than "hypnosis", Primon's mental ability should actually be called "sleep".

Cirno's ability is the real "hypnosis".

Cobra is a king with a majestic demeanor. Perhaps relying solely on Cirno's hypnotic ability, it is difficult for this king to bring Karl to the tomb of the Neferutali family in a trance.

But Karl has the ability of the "mind mage" Primon, which can minimize Cobra's mental toughness.

Without anyone noticing, Carl easily obtained the rubbings of the historical text.

Even if Crocodile wants to break his head, he can't guess that the piece of historical text that he has worked hard for more than ten years, in the hands of Karl, only took one night to get it. arrive.

(End of this chapter)