Pirate: I'm not the King of the Sea, so don't mess with me.

"Hey, hey~ I, I, Mr. Chef, I want to eat barbecue, barbecue~."

The fair lotus-rooted arms were raised, the little spoon in his hand was waved, and the soft voice under the cat-print mask was full of anticipation and excitement.

The woman sitting cross-legged on the deck held an unfinished lunch box with her other hand. Her beautiful, fiery eyes under the mask looked at the chef in a white chef uniform.

Use your eyes to clearly interpret what "want" means.

Just now, the head chef on the Numantia Flamingo came to ask the young master about his dining preferences today.

Before Doflamingo could speak, the masked woman over there who was chewing a lunch raised her little head and started ordering.

In order not to be ignored, she straightened her back and waved her arms, trying to attract the attention of the chef on the ship.

The exquisite and bumpy little woman has fluffy curly hair with a gradient of silver and blue covering her back. Her eyes are bright and the way she waves her arms is like a beautiful long-haired lion cat. She is elegant and reserved, but she has more of the liveliness of a kitten.

At this moment, it gives people the illusion that the precious cat owner is excitedly begging for food from his own cat owner.

The chef, who was well-dressed and elegant, and looked more like a noble butler than a pirate, stood beside his young master and glanced at her silently.

He glanced at the young master who was recovering from his injuries.

He asked for help with expressionless eyes: Young Master, what should we do?

The man who had taken off his sexy pink flamingo feather coat was currently lying on the beach chair under the umbrella.

The tall man's long legs were crossed, and his hands were clasped naturally on his abdomen. The simple white shirt was not easy to wear. There was a row of buttons but only the bottom two were buttoned, exposing a large area of ​​sexy bronze chest muscles.

If you don't look at the bandage wrapped around the man's head, the bright red slap mark on his left cheek and the raised veins between his eyebrows, and his untouchable temperament, he is definitely a maritime overlord.

It's a pity that all the injured elements combined have greatly reduced this temperament that is not easy to mess with.

Well, how to describe it...

At this moment, the head chef felt that his young master looked like a big cat that had lost a battle and was sulking alone.

The head chef's eyes wandered.

Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at the two cats, one big and one small.

About the fact that his 'big leopard' was defeated by a 'soft long-haired lion cat'...

The head chef said that he can make magic happen all year round.

Ah, that’s not right either…

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the family officials squatting on the other side of the deck.

Look at the faces of all of them with bruises and bruises on their faces and bruises on their bodies. They can only stare with fierce eyes but dare not speak in anger.

The chef quietly looked away.

... No matter big cats or small cats, they are all good cats who can beat the enemy but dare to be angry but dare not speak out.

She is wandering in a fugue!

Suddenly, the familiar deep voice of his young master came to his ears.

It's just that compared to the usual lazy and low tone, there is an anger that cannot be concealed in the voice at this moment: "Lobster."

The head chef woke up from a dream and looked over subconsciously, and saw that his young master had another vein between his eyebrows.

On the other side, the man in a black feather coat who was also sitting under the umbrella paused when he heard this.

The man in clown makeup glanced at Doflamingo expressionlessly, then turned his attention to the masked woman.

Then he glanced up and saw that he was too dazed to smoke the cigarette in his mouth.

At this moment, Rosinandi's mind was filled with the appearance of a woman under the mask.

picture!

It’s so similar!

It was like...he almost thought that the girl who had left them long ago was still alive.

but

……How can it be!

He was immersed in his own thoughts, twitching the corners of his stiff mouth in a self-deprecating manner, smiling uglier than crying.

In his mind, Sengoku-san, as his adoptive father, repeatedly confirmed the news of Zenia's death from Garp and secretly hid in the study room to cry. While crying, he murmured words such as, 'Why is this stinky girl so disobedient?'

Although I never saw Teacher Zefa cry, after that, the teacher became more and more silent and serious, so that he later turned into a stern look that all the naval cadets talked about.

Ms. He silently led people to search for Zenia in the sea area where she disappeared, and then led people back to the headquarters lonely...

For two years, there was always a lingering boredom among people who knew Zenia, including Rocinante.

Rosinandi nodded silently while holding a cigarette in his mouth. The thick brown bangs cast a shadow to cover the emotions in his eyes.

If you look closely, you will find that his empty eyes are full of longing and loneliness.

However, this longing and loneliness did not last long before they were interrupted by the sound of quarrels in their ears.

"What~ The barbecue is so delicious! I don't want to eat lobster, I hate seafood!"

Hate seafood?

Rosinandi suddenly raised his head and looked at the woman holding her waist with both hands.

The pupils that were empty just now trembled.

Doflamingo on the beach chair was obviously about to run away in anger, but he still lay there, raising his eyebrows with a fierce and violent expression, and pulling up the corner of his mouth with a furry smile: "I hate barbecue! I only eat lobster today. "

Unpleasant childhood memories made the veins between Doflamingo's eyebrows more prominent, like an active volcano that was calm on the surface but churning with magma inside and could erupt at any time.

This look would frighten any enemy to death, but obviously, the woman sitting cross-legged on the deck was not afraid of him.

"I want to eat barbecue!"

In comparison, the petite woman raised her chin, and she was very insistent on barbecue.

"This is my ship." Doflamingo emphasized in a deep voice, almost gritting his teeth.

The woman on the deck blinked her red eyes silently. Under the mask that no one else could see, her red lips slightly pouted: "You are still my trophy!"

Speaking of trophies, the veins on Doflamingo's forehead swelled a few more.

After all, the term 'trophy' reminds him of the tragic defeat of being knocked unconscious by a punch all the time.

The chef on the side trembled with fear when he saw his expression.

I remember that the last time the young master showed this expression, the entire town was destroyed in the next second.

To be honest, he wanted to escape, but he didn't dare to move.

The two people who were arguing so hotly did not pay any attention to the emotions of others and were still arguing about what to eat.

"I said eating lobster, don't you understand human language? Woman?"

"What are you talking about? I said I wanted to eat barbecue. Don't you understand human speech?"

"...Lobster. Fufufufu~ This is my boat, and I decide what to eat."

"Barbecue. If you don't obey me, I'll beat you up."

Doflamingo:...

The anger level is about to explode.

But surprisingly, he still had the patience to suppress his anger.

After all, I really can’t beat him!

"Fufufufu ~ Woman, my patience has its limit." He said threateningly, and his smile became a little more twisted.

The chef on the side and Rosinandi:...

How to describe it...

He had never seen the Young Master/Doflamingo showing such a suffocating expression of "Knowing that he couldn't be beaten but still holding on stubbornly".

"So what if there is a limit?" Yaya pointed at him with a spoon, her tone was squeamish and disdainful: "I will send a bad guy like you to the Navy."

"Do you think you can get the bounty smoothly?" The man smiled contemptuously, with disdain visible to the naked eye.

Yaya blinked, then blinked again: "Huh? Can't you get the bounty?"

Doflamingo raised the corner of his mouth mockingly: "Fufufufufu, what do you think?"

So confident...

Yaya believed it.

He looked sharply at the man with clown makeup in a black feather coat and asked in a very uncertain tone: "Is what he said true?"

Rocinante:…

Do you believe this?

Then bring in the other person's face...

Rosinandi felt her heart soften, and with an apologetic expression, she reached into her feather coat and pulled out a piece of paper with 'Sorry' written clearly on it. Two hundred and thirty million, we give you’ the words.

The implication is that there is no need to send the bad guy Doflamingo to the naval base to collect the bounty.

...It’s true that, as Doflamingo said, ‘it won’t go well’.

Instead of going all the way in vain and wondering if Doflamingo should be free and easy afterward, it would be better not to bother with this trip and just give her the money.

Doflamingo thought so too, and then allowed Yaya to get on the ship.

On the one hand, I am curious about the relationship between this woman and the dead stinky woman, on the other hand...

Doflamingo, who didn't care at all about the 230 million, raised an eyebrow under the mirror and smiled openly and proudly: "I can give you 230 million, no, I can give you more..."

He lowered his voice: "Fufufufufu, instead of running in vain, why don't I give you what you want."

Yaya only felt lost and wronged.

Wasn't it agreed upon at the beginning?

They took out the ship and took out the pirates she captured, and they packed their own bags and went to the naval base to exchange for the bounty for her?

How can you talk without keeping your words?

Yaya, who was shocked by 'You deceived me', looked at Rosinandi with grievance and condemnation.

I just feel so sad.

Obviously this man in the black feather coat has a clean aura and is a good guy, but why did he help this bad guy with an aura so dark that it was opaque to lie to her?

Being stared at by such a pair of aggrieved red eyes made Rosinandi feel even more stressed.

He took two melancholy puffs of cigarette and looked at Doflamingo.

Receiving the hint in his brother's eyes that "I'll leave the trouble to you," Doflamingo sat up and leaned over, lowering his voice and continuing proudly: "The Navy will also deduct part of the prisoner's bounty, and I'll get it when the time comes. It won’t be 230 million..."

Yaya......

Pupil earthquake.

Still, can it still be like this?

When she mentioned that the money she would receive would be less, she quickly threw away the little sadness of being deceived and quickly took out her small notebook and started flipping through it.

Hmm~ There is no relevant content above.

Yaya immediately realized that this was the key point, so she took out a pen and wrote it down in front of the two brothers and the chef.

——For such an important thing, she decided to put it on her daily memorization list (serious face).

The three people on the side:...?

Doflamingo and Rocinante frowned after seeing her reaction.

Then thinking of his purpose, Doflamingo got back to the subject: "So, do you want to consider coming to my place to work? I will give you more money. Be a bounty hunter... ha~ It's not as much as what I give you!"

That tone was full of the flavor of a deceiver.

Rosinandi, who was listening on the side, shook his hands and almost couldn't hold the paper in his hands.

Then my heart sank suddenly.

Is Doflamingo planning to recruit this woman into his gang?

Where Doflamingo couldn't see him, Rocinante, whose pseudonym was Corazon, clenched his fists tightly, with a dark look in his eyes.

No matter whether this woman looks too much like her or is powerful, Rocinante cannot let her join the Don Quixote family.

On the one hand, she is too naive and easy to deceive, and she looks stupid and ignorant of the world. On the other hand...

Once such a powerful combat power is used by Doflamingo, there is no telling what he will do.

He is a lunatic, so he cannot continue to expand his power.

Rosinandi thought about it and decided to send information to Sengoku Sang as soon as possible.

Even if such talents cannot be won over, they cannot fall into the hands of interested people.

What's more...

That face really concerned Rosinandi...

However, plans often fail to keep up with changes.

Just when Rosinandi secretly planned to tell Warring States about Yaya's existence, the unexpected arrival completely disrupted the plan.

It's a coincidence.

Kuzan, who had come all the way to inquire about it, was still riding his bicycle leisurely on the sea, enjoying a rare vacation time, when he met a familiar big pink boat.

The bicycle stopped with a creak on the vast sea.

His long legs let go and kicked on the ice. In an instant, the ice on the sea surface centered on the man spread, freezing the sea surface within a hundred meters in a blink of an eye.

The man stretched out his hand to hold the blindfold on his head, looking at the ship getting closer and closer, and suddenly sighed, with an expression of helplessness as he was forced to work overtime: "Ah la la~ I didn't expect to meet here..."