The golden card hung in mid-air. Teach rubbed his hand on his sleeve several times before reaching out to touch the card.

ssr [scapegoat]: can replace a fatal attack

The picture on the card is a doll made of straw, with a steel nail inserted into the doll's chest.

Tikki originally had a disappointed expression on his face when he saw that it was not a Devil Fruit, but his expression softened a lot when he saw the description.

This thing is also quite valuable to him.

Tiqi didn't draw anything special after that. He sighed and said, "Boss, I will come to your place to buy something next time."

Andrea claims to be able to sell anything, but no one knows how much she has on hand.

In addition to normal transactions and gambling on luck, there is another way, a trading method that no one knows.

You can buy what you want, but the price is definitely unaffordable.

Of course, if Whitebeard could be cured, I believe many people on the ship would be willing to pay that price, but Whitebeard would not allow it.

"Ku la la, is the little girl here?" Just as others were rushing to squeeze towards Andrea, the old man's bold voice sounded, and he laughed and called Andrea over.

Andrea, who originally looked very strong, ran all the way to Whitebeard, and even jumped directly onto Whitebeard's shoulder to sit down.

"Dad, you're awake." The little girl would unconsciously prolong her voice when speaking, sounding like a child acting coquettishly with her elders.

"You are a guest on the ship, why am I still sleeping?" Whitebeard didn't think there was anything wrong with Andrea's actions, and he thoughtfully sat down so that the little girl could sit more steadily on his shoulders.

"Hey, I brought some good wine as a gift."

"It's rare to see a money-grubbing girl like you give gifts. Isn't it possible that she just randomly passed them from someone else's hand?"

Regarding Whitebeard's speculation, Andrea showed a blank expression.

She wouldn't say that it was something she fished out of the red-haired man's wine cabinet after he had tricked him.

Whitebeard didn't care about this little thing. He laughed. The crew members around him who were originally planning to buy some more things didn't continue to spend money when they saw that their father was awake.

They are pirates, and saving money is not what they are good at.

"No one wants to continue doing business with me?" Andrea asked, looking at the people around her. The corners of the little girl's eyes were curled up and she smiled sweetly, and the dimples at the corners of her mouth made it impossible to tell her age.

"I still want to buy something." Marco took a step forward and waved to Andrea, "Come to my room?"

There was a sound of disgust on the boat. Thatch packed up the things he needed and touched his chin with an indescribable expression, "Marco, you are going too far. You actually want to take little Ellie to your room."

"Go, go, I want to ask something else." Marco kicked Sachi on the butt, kicked him back to the kitchen, and then took the little girl to his place.

Andrea, who can sell anything, is naturally an excellent information merchant. After all, information is also an easy sell.

Marco's room, like him, gave people a feeling of peace and calm.

The room is very clean, and there are many medical books piled on the desk.

Andrea naturally sat in front of Marco's desk and started to play with the chair, "What do you want to buy? Books? Or something else."

"What will it take if I want to completely cure Dad?"

"The price is very expensive."

"I know and I'm ready."

"Whitebeard will be angry."

"So I said I just want to know the price." Marco knew this very well. Many people on the ship had asked Andrea this question, but she either said you couldn't buy it, or it was expensive.

The price here is just very expensive, but there is still hope.

"I have had a transaction with Whitebeard. As a qualified businessman, I will not sell what the other party has already paid for." Andrea looked at the other party with a serious tone. "Unless there is a situation where we have to or the deal fails."

The man's blond hair was hanging down, and he seemed a little depressed.

"Even money can't corrupt you, and you still call yourself a profiteer?"

"Who said he was a profiteer! I am a serious businessman!" Staring straight at the face in front of her, Andrea snorted. The little girl shook her head, "Pray sincerely in your heart, maybe the sea will give you something You bring good luck."

Marco's luck in drawing cards was indeed good, and he drew SSR [Repair Broken Limb] and SSR [Restore as Before].

Marco was originally excited when he saw the recovery, but then he saw that the description above was able to heal all the wounds suffered within one day.

This is indeed valuable to the pirates, but it doesn't have much effect on Dad's injury.

There are very few things that can treat an injury that lasts for many years.

"This can turn back time, not only for the physical injuries, but also mentally." Seeing that Marco seemed a little disappointed, Andrea leaned over to pat him on the shoulder to comfort him.

But unfortunately, the opponent's height was really unscientific. Even if Andrea raised her hand, she could only hit the opponent's arm.

Marco squatted down naturally so that the other party could tap his shoulder. Just as he was about to say something, he felt his head was itching, and the other party seemed to have extended his claws to his hair.

"Marco, do you need me to provide you with some hair growth serum? How about a bottle of 10 million beli for the friendship price?"

"...I'm not bald!"

When the two of them walked out of the room together, Andrea, who was walking behind, stared at the back of the man in front of her, tilted her head and asked, "Are you both willing to pay everything? Even if my price may be you?"

Marco was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Didn't I still make a profit?"

"...Well, what you said seems to make sense." The little girl held her chin in thought, her face scrunched up and she looked very distressed.

"Even if you forget some things, your body will still have memories, right?" Patting the top of the little girl's hair, Marco also felt a little emotional. If he didn't take care of Andrea in the past, it was rare for her to treat him a little now. Relaxed a little.

"Hey - you can drive on this broken road, Marco, you are disgusting."

She curled her lips and shook off Marco's hand. Of course Andrea knew what the other person was talking about, but she didn't want to look for the forgotten memories of her past.

That kind of memory means endless trouble just by guessing.

The little girl ran forward, her braided hair bouncing along with her movements, "I don't know what delicious food Sachi will come up with today, but I want to stay here with you to eat."

"Yo! The profiteer wants to take advantage of the meal! Let's have a banquet!" Someone who heard Andrea's words shouted, reminding Sachi, who was still busy in the kitchen, to move faster.

"Have a party! Drink up all the good wine you just bought!"

"Hey, what should we do after we finish drinking? All the money has been spent."

"Hahaha, cold salad, who calls us pirates?"

His pace slowed down for a moment, and Marco immediately ran over quickly, "Wait a minute, Dad, you can't drink too much!"

Whitebeard, who quickly threw the barrel into the sea and destroyed the body, picked up Andrea who was running over, held the little girl on his shoulders, and pretended that nothing happened just now.

There was another burst of chaos, a group of pirates were laughing and joking, drinking wine and singing songs with their arms around each other.

Andrea just watched these people who were drunk in broad daylight and went to sell her hangover soup.

"You can't buy it and suffer losses, you can't buy it and you can't be fooled! I'm sure you won't have a headache after drinking three million Baileys in a bowl!"

"Buy!" A drunk person doesn't care what he says. He just waves his hand to indicate that the transaction is established.

Andrea, who has made another profit, is thinking that she can continue to increase the price next time.

The stunned Ace just watched Andrea count the money, not treating himself as an outsider at all.

"You don't care?" Ace pointed to Andrea with a look of horror on his face.

Isn’t this really going to squeeze everything out?

"It's okay, it's okay, she's measured." Waving his hand, Marco didn't think there was any problem at all.

Besides, it’s just a pit of money.

To them, this is the least important thing.

Besides, if you spend a lot of money, the other party will also give you some small gifts as a benefit.

Just like the bottle of wine Andrea brought.

Marco turned his head and looked over. At some point, Whitebeard had fallen asleep.

He was sleeping peacefully, with even a slight smile on his lips, as if he was having a sweet dream.

The next day.

A shrill scream came from the Moby Dick.

"Devil! She is the devil! All my money is gone!!!"

"They actually drew cards while we were drunk. What the hell were they drawing!"

"Why did I use a bunch of toilet paper! Who used so much!"

"Eh? So you don't need it?"

"Who said that! I can use ten volumes in one night!"

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