[One Piece] Dionysus’ third-rate script

It was at the moment when the sun was setting in the west that a layer of pure golden silence fell on the grassland. As far as the eye could see, the mountains reached into the sky. The clouds as white as milk reflected a bright red, and the sky was surrounded by fire ribbons.

The town was crowded with people, and vendors hung colorful lanterns above their stalls, holding various department stores in their hands and shouting. The little girl with braids was riding on her father's neck. She suddenly burst out crying and asked her mother to hug her. The young couple hurriedly coaxed her and had no choice but to buy a marshmallow to attract her attention.

The sounds of chatting, shouting, and singing came and went, making it very lively. This kind of small but extremely bustling market is very common in this country. As a non-franchise country of the World Government, most small towns can only rely on agriculture, fishery and small-scale commercial activities to be self-sufficient.

In addition to the inevitable pirate attacks, there is another thing that is troubling the residents of this country.

The minstrel playing the guitar, wearing a wooden box for appreciation around his neck, walked freely in the crowded crowd, singing ballads in an unknown language.

"The witch is laughing, the witch is laughing, disease sprouts from the ocean, and the mountains collapse to the living creatures."

"The gospel of our Lord shines, the witch's red hair burns, taking away famine and bad omens, good times are coming."

He strummed the last chord, took off his hat and thanked the fruit stall owner for the reward. He continued singing the song just now, passed by the customers buying fruits in front of the stall, and headed to the next business point.

"Who knows when these rats in the gutter will all die?"

The plump proprietress weighed the apples in her hand while holding a scale and chattering to the customers in front of her.

"This country has become so chaotic that I almost dare not let my children go out. If they are implicated, I will cry to death."

She looked at the little customer who was not much higher than the counter, with pity and a hint of luck in her eyes.

"My poor child, you must have escaped from the north. I heard that the witch killed many people there, but fortunately the church intervened and you will be able to go home soon."

The onlookers who sit on the sidelines meet the survivors of the disaster and show concern without paying any price. They can not only realize their noble pursuit of personality, but also unintentionally reveal the gloating of "Fortunately it's not me".

When talking about church, the landlady closed her eyes and made the sign of the cross, not seeing the girl's eyes that were as hazy as dust.

"How lovable. I'll give you another apple. Take it back and eat it. God bless you."

In her expectant eyes, the little girl breathed a sigh of relief and showed a peaceful smile.

"Thank you, kind lady, and have a wonderful night."

She imagined this gesture as a blessing, handed the little girl a paper bag of apples, watched her stuff it into her large cloak, and then fell into emotion and wiped away her tears.

"How can I let you have a child? But there is nothing I can do about it. After all, not everyone is a responsible mother like me."

When she wiped away her few tears and raised her head, the little girl who was standing there a minute ago had long since disappeared and left in the crowd.

Dusk was supposed to leave with her, but the fire that was ignited suddenly burned the night sky with the fiery red of sunset, and expanded the jurisdiction of dusk.

The cry was left behind. The girl turned into the next street holding an apple, picked out one, rubbed it on her clothes, and then took a big bite.

The action of gnawing on an apple caused her too-large sleeves to slide down to her elbows, exposing her fair and frail forearms. Using the slightly worn leather gloves on her hands as a dividing line, the black tattoos covered from wrist to elbow are like a Taipan snake coiled on her arm, tightening its scales and hiding in the darkness, always looking up. Waiting for attack.

After she turned into the alley, a group of knights wearing plate armor roared over with shields and torches. The short robes lined with chest plates had eye-catching red crosses on them. They marched with great momentum. Originally, Dust was flying on the deserted streets, and even the earth was shaking.

"Captain, the breath has stopped here. The Archbishop's compass seems to have malfunctioned."

"The witch was seriously injured and couldn't run far. She must be nearby."

The experienced knight gave orders to his soldiers without thinking.

"Saul led a team to the alley, even the trash cans had to be spared. The others divided into three groups to search the houses. She must be caught before dawn, no matter dead or alive!"

The soldier commander riding on the tall horse pulled out the sword from his waist, crossed to the right, and shouted to his soldiers.

"Clean out the filthy seed of sin, for the sake of holiness and honor, and for the sake of our merciful Father!"

This knightly group formed by missionaries instantly burst out with a deafening response. They dispersed in accordance with the order and disappeared into the streets.

If you didn't know that what they were trying to capture was just a little girl of about ten years old, they would have had the spirit of a confrontation between two armies.

The witch who was being chased by them didn't feel nervous at the moment. She was hiding in a wooden box filled with sundries and devouring apples bought at the market. She could finish one in two or three mouthfuls, as if she had never eaten in her life. Like a full meal.

The fat stall owner who had just sold her the apple was now implicated by her and was beheaded by the Knights. This group of religious lunatics accidentally killed countless people when they captured her, far more than she could have killed herself. It was obvious that they were the apostles of God under the banner of "exorcizing witches", but in the end they burned, killed, and looted people who did all kinds of evil. Become themselves.

But how can there be any credibility for a witch who is like a plague and leaves no grass growing wherever she goes? These faults were naturally placed on her head, and the people vented their resentment and hatred on her. They wished they could see the knights catch her earlier, tie her to the rack and burn her alive, and then tie her body The hammer sank into the sea, and there was no chance of turning over.

The victims still have to fight each other, this is the reality.

Fortunately, she doesn't care about these things. Is there anything that an apple can't solve? If not, then eat two.

The sound of armors colliding with each other slowly approached, and the newcomers carefully stepped lightly. However, the equipment on their feet did not allow them to sneak, and the two people complained as they walked.

"Starting from late July last year, I chased her all the way from Largon to the south. I just followed her and ate the dirt. What's more, she was severely injured. If I chased her a little slower, she would have healed on the spot."

The taller knight looked at his helmet. "Keep your voice down, you don't want to live anymore, don't let the captain hear you."

The knight who was dissuaded by him lowered his voice, but he was still very sad.

"That's right. She can't hold my breath while grabbing a small thing that doesn't reach my waist. Where did her weird tactics come from? They were both aggressive and attacking from behind. They beat me so hard that I almost lost my temper."

He kicked the wooden boxes stacked against the wall hard, and his companion raised his hand and patted his shoulder, expressing his deep sympathy.

"Otherwise, how can we say she is a witch?"

The tall knight came closer to him and whispered some tidbits that the church did not allow.

"Hey, I heard that her parents are extremely terrifying pagans, the kind who know alchemy. Can you imagine a child from such a family? Even if we grow two more heads, we won't be able to kill her."

The short knight waved his hands and sat back on the nearest wooden box.

"That's just right. I'm tired anyway. Isn't the captain awesome? Let him catch her. If we lower-level soldiers really find her, aren't we making wedding dresses for others?"

He wanted to say something else, but his still tense fighting nerves made him feel a noise coming from the box he was sitting on.

"Derry, do you hear anything?"

The tall knight who was taking time to adjust his chain mail replied.

"It must have been the sound of me shaking the chain. Don't make a fuss."

"Who is making a fuss? Listen, there is really a sound, it's near the two of us."

Although he said that he wanted to leave everything to the captain, the short knight stood up cautiously, moved his hand to the sword on his waist, and listened carefully to what was going on around him.

A black shadow flashed in front of the two of them. The knight raised his sword and lowered it. A bit of cold light passed first, followed by the sword energy. After cutting off a few hairs, he completed the slashing action.

"Hahahahaha, I see you are really tired. Isn't this just a cat?"

The short knight who was laughed at by him obviously didn't expect that his full blow would only knock off a few cat hairs. The tall knight laughed so hard that he almost couldn't stand up straight, and the thick chain armor swayed, making the sound uneasy.

The tall knight smiled and squatted down in a stooped position. He looked at the cat licking its paws in front of him. His laughter stopped suddenly and he turned back to ask his companion in surprise.

"Lauren, have you ever seen a pink-haired cat?"

Even though he had never met the knight who had just been humiliated by him, he still spoke hard to save his face. He put the sword back into its scabbard and turned around and said disdainfully.

"Look at your unseen look, isn't it pink?"

He suddenly took a breath of cold air, squatted down next to the tall knight, and looked at the cat in front of him with him.

"Hey - where did this fucking cat come from? Why is it still wearing sunglasses? Who in this town dares to raise a cat privately, and has the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard?"

In a dark alley, two knights in silver armor squatted on the ground and looked at each other with a pink long-haired cat. They looked at each other in silence for a while, with only the evening breeze whispering in the air.

"Meow."

The long-haired cat raised its head and barked after cleaning its hair, then lowered its head and looked at the two of them. They didn't know where the inspiration came from, but the knights actually felt that they read a trace of ridicule on his face.

The tall knight stood up from the ground, and suddenly there was no sound. The short knight who didn't notice anything strange also stood up and said: "Anyway, kill first."

Before he finished speaking, his throat was strangled with a thick hemp rope. Someone stepped on his shoulders and locked his neck backwards with the weight of his body. His head hidden under the helmet instantly turned red due to lack of oxygen. one slice.

The little girl's clear and sweet voice was as scary to him as the devil's curse.

"You can't do that, he's my cat."

He pulled down the rope around his neck with all his strength, and when he slapped the murderer's arm, he found that she was surprisingly strong. He couldn't break free at all, so he could only start to swing from side to side in an attempt to shake her off. After shaking, he noticed that his companion was lying motionless on the ground, with a bright silver fork stuck in his throat, which glowed with the same cold light as the metal helmet.

When despair struck, vague curses came from his strangled throat, like the whispers of some indistinguishable monster.

"Boom."

The knight knelt on the ground in repentance, and the girl jumped off his shoulders. He fell forward and fell to the ground without any sign of struggle.

The only one who witnessed all this was the pink long-haired cat who jumped on the box to watch the battle. He watched the girl skillfully dig out some supplies and portable cold weapons from the two of them, and then dragged the bodies to the shadows and hid them.

After cleaning up all this, she walked over to the cat who was squatting on the box and trying to get into her cloth bag.

The girl straightened her cloak that was a little messy during the fight, put one hand on her face and asked him with a smile.

"Do you want to go with me this time too?"

During the time she was asking, her originally empty bag had been filled with a large ball of pink plush. It looked like there was no gap at all. The biscuits and fruit slices she had stored were probably crushed into crumbs by now. .

So she resignedly picked up this unprecedentedly heavy cloth bag and sighed to find the next guerrilla point.

"A witch and a cat make a perfect pair to be hunted."

"It's so heavy. You must be a lot fatter than before. I can't hold you up anymore."

"Meow."

"Huh? You say I've become weak? Why not ask those two knights just now how my strength is?"

The long-haired cat had its head rubbed by her, purring uncontrollably in its throat. It stepped on the preserved fruits she had hoarded and closed its eyes happily.

Before Doflamingo could wait for his intelligence spies to report Asteria's whereabouts to him, night came. He sipped some brandy, became slightly tipsy, and fell asleep under the influence of the wine. , and met her in the dream again.

This wine was left by Dini. Although the Dionysus Troupe has not been completely shut down since she left, it can be regarded as a serious loss of energy. The most intuitive impact is that the output and quality of the wine are not as good as before. Many major customers terminated their contracts with the troupe because of this incident. Since the responsibility lies with the troupe's quality control, the Dionysus Troupe also paid a lot of liquidated damages.

Serra spent a lot of money to recruit several wine-making experts with high reputations in the industry, and then the situation was saved, and he could barely deal with some regular customers who were thinking about their old relationship with Dini. However, every time Sera faced Shanks who came over to renew his contract and asked about Dini's whereabouts, she could only deal with it hesitantly and persuade him to leave with his meaningful smile.

If there is a problem in the wine industry alone, it is not enough to make the acting head of the team anxious. When almost everyone thinks that the "White Night Rose" must be imprisoned by the Draconians in Mariejoia, unless Sera can really change A living Dini comes out, otherwise her loyal fans will not buy it. Other plays can be performed normally, and popular actors like Mina and Slok can still bring considerable profits to the troupe. Serra is also selecting potential newcomers to join the troupe, constantly launching new plays with a variety of themes, attracting Lots of new viewers willing to spend big bucks for them.

No matter how serious the financial deficit is, there is no intention of repeating the Dionysian Theater Company's signature production "The Rose of the Fourth Night." One is because Dini's fans are so loyal that no one can accept another actor playing the role that should belong to Dini. The other one was entirely out of the selfishness of the troupe members.

If Miss Vienna knew that the role of "Luna" was still reserved for her, what if she really came back one day?

Except for one person, the lives of those who care about her are similar. They are just more or less miserable because of her influence. Only this person has been able to avoid a lot of debt disputes out of thin air, and no longer has to tighten their belts to live a better life. . However, when he heard that Dini personally indicated that he did not need to repay the compensation, Kuzan was quiet on the phone for a long time, muttered something, and then hung up the phone.

Next month, his allowance was transferred to the Dionysus Troupe's account as usual. When the financial manager called his phone number again, he couldn't get through, and everything seemed to be back to how it was before.

The partners who did not terminate the contract with her because of their old relationships, the debtors who paid her compensation as usual, and the members of the theater troupe who always reserved starring roles for her, they all maintained the order in the past and created a sense of her The illusion is still there.

In contrast, the person who was most affected by her departure wished that everyone would forget about her.

It is not difficult to understand Doflamingo's thoughts. He has never been very supportive of Dini going out to show her face. Although he himself has had many lovers of singers and dancers, how can they be with Dini who grew up under his care? How about comparing it to Ni? Choosing a public figure to be your woman and choosing your woman to be a public figure are two different things. In his opinion, he is capable enough to support the entire family, which of course includes meeting Dini's various needs. No matter how rare it is, diamonds, jewelry, or expensive dresses, as long as it is what Dini wants, he is confident that he can do it. can satisfy her. There is no need to run a shabby theater troupe and have to deal with a group of men who are like wolves and tigers.

But who made the Dionysus Troupe earn too much? Money is a good thing, no matter how much you earn, Doflamingo not only goes to Lorkion every now and then to help her do some dirty work and supervise her, but also I can't say anything else critical.

This was the biggest concession he could make after calming down his temper. In the early years, when Dini was still moving with the family, whenever a man dared to stare at her for a while, the boy with perverse behavior would walk over with a sullen face and grin. He smiled and told the other person, "What's the point of hiding and peeping? If you like watching so much, why not just keep your eyes open." Fortunately, as he grows older, he seems to have really changed this problem. However, it was also thanks to Dini's attempts to dissuade him several times, arguing with him that she was not his appendage, and cutting her hair short out of anger, that she was able to scare Doflamingo.

Doflamingo can't be entirely blamed for this. It was clearly Dini who made him a "destined protagonist" and a "gift from heaven" when he was a child, coaxing people into thinking that he was really her whole world. As a result, now that I think about it, my defense that I am an independent individual has nothing to do with him. It does feel a bit like turning against others.

The only blame is that the two of them met too early. In many cases, in the end, both parties tacitly took a step back. Just understand what I did for you, and there is no need to explain the deep meaning behind it.

Just like in this dream, Doflamingo distracted the attention of the knights for her to give her a chance to escape. Whether it was helping her explore the way in the next few days or buying time for her in a critical moment, don't He said that he couldn't speak, even if he put it outside the dream, what he wanted was not the "thank you". If he said too much, he would show his timidity in front of her.

Exposing one's thoughts to the other party is tantamount to being killed. Only those who want to hold the initiative in their hands will not do this.

The long-haired cat nestled in the cloth bag that the girl held on her chest, waiting with her for the boat from the opposite side to arrive. To him, it was just a night of absence, but he found that this girl had obviously grown up a lot, and it looked like she had changed in two or three years. And based on his insight, she definitely didn't have these black tattoos on her arms when he last saw her.

After following her for three days, Doflamingo vaguely understood why she was being hunted by the Church. Whether it's the marks left by a small bump or the penetrating wounds caused by swords and guns, her wounds always heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, while her tattoos slowly spread towards her fingers. This proves that these things are growing from somewhere on her body covered by clothing towards her limbs.

With this weird and bizarre regenerative ability, no force would be uninterested. This girl is simply the best material for a war machine. Not to mention the church, even he is very interested in these things.

It has immeasurable war value and economic value. Being able to achieve high-speed regeneration not only means that it can be used to create an efficient war machine that can be used repeatedly and enter the market. Do you see what it means for her to defy biological constraints? High-speed metabolism and cell regeneration have brought about another possibility that many people dream of - immortality. This is a great discovery that is enough to set off a storm.

Probably because the cat in her arms spent too much time staring at the vine tattoos on her wrists, after pretending to be a refugee and boarding the stowaway boat, she kept adjusting the position of her gloves to try to cover them, frowning and biting them. His lower lip was restless, as if he was enduring some great pain.

Of course she couldn't guess what the cat in her arms was thinking about that would chill her from head to toe.

When the ferry arrived at the shore, her arms were suddenly empty, just like the last moment before the explosion a few years ago, she watched the pink plush disappear in place, leaving nothing behind.

But this time it's different.

She twirled a few strands of pink cat hair in her hand, rolled them into a ball and wrapped it around her hand. The pain from her heart eased a little. She gained some strength to walk and blended in with the crowd ashore.

"Fufufufu, it's me. Are you ready with everything I want? No breakthrough in technology yet? Those things won't be a problem right away."

When he opened his eyes, the man who was dialing someone else's phone had a frightening look on his face. He was holding his head on one hand and confirming one thing.

"As long as it can drive the body to regenerate, the heart can be replaced, right?"

How dare people over there say otherwise, Lian Sheng must be like this.

"Bring your people to me as quickly as possible, and you don't need to worry about other things."

After hanging up the phone and throwing the bug to the side, he stretched out on the bed and laughed loudly. It was rare that he was so happy. Even the sun that had just peeked out of the window was not as proud as him.

For the next whole day, Diamanti was puzzled by his sudden happiness and did not dare to ask any more questions for fear of learning something about him entering the second spring of his life.