Pirate Alliance

"here we go."

Qiubai looked up, and the white thread had already bloomed in the air that had just entered the night.

Everything was as expected by Doflamingo. Today, King Riku requested a large sum of money from the people of Dressrosa during the day, but the reason was not revealed at all.

This is tantamount to tying the king's credit to the money.

Presumably, the king should be able to collect 10 billion Baileys, but unfortunately, Doflamingo will not keep his promise. The riot he planned has already begun as soon as night fell.

Next, he will "re" become the king of this country, but that has nothing to do with Qiubai.

Screams, blood, cries, explosions, and fire lights appeared almost all the time in this country.

"Let's go."

Looking back, Qiu Bai said to Ain who was standing behind him.

Everyone has a corresponding task tonight, but Qiubai is no longer going to do anything for Doflamingo... But it seems that he has not done much for Doflamingo.

By the way, what is his mission?

"Will she come?"

Ain slowly followed behind Qiu Bai and asked.

"…Who knows?"

Qiu Bai is also not sure, Mo Nai will probably do something for him, but will he leave with Yitong... Only such a possibility can be said.

The key player is sugar.

In the end, Doflamingo still fed the childlike fruit to the little girl, but in this case, she has become the most critical figure tonight, so whether it is Torrepol or Doflamingo, they will stay with her. By my side... which means she can only stay here.

What Qiubai wanted was to leave secretly, not to go head-to-head with Doflamingo. In terms of his strength, he couldn't do anything he couldn't do, so there was no need to try hard.

So Monet is an infinitive, and an infinitive that deviates even more from Qiubai.

Facing the riots in a country, Qiu Bai was not indifferent, but he still went straight in one direction quite calmly. Such an abrupt action pattern was quite eye-catching.

There was a "humming" sound above the head. It was the air reconnaissance duo of Baby-5 and Buffalo. As the E2 Hawkeye of the Pirates, they were responsible for monitoring the overall situation.

"You two!"

Qiubai waved at the two of them.

The latter saw his greeting and lowered the altitude.

"Brother Qiu?"

"Will you come with me?"

This is an invitation, but at this critical moment, everyone is not on the same channel at all, and ambiguous questions are naturally impossible to produce unexpected responses.

"Let's go together?" baby-5 is very puzzled, "But Qiubai, our tasks are different?"

"Really? I'm a little confused." Qiubai smiled, and then continued, "Be careful in the future and keep monitoring."

"Yes."

The two regained their heights with doubts, completely unaware that they had just encountered a major disagreement, but the deep-rooted subconscious answered them for them.

After saying goodbye to the two of them, Qiu Bai and the others continued to move towards the outer edge of the city. Gradually, various painful voices became a vague background, and they also left the city and arrived at the agreed place:

A large field full of sunflowers.

I just don't know if Qiubai can wait until the wind sees Youxiang...

Half an hour, an hour, two hours, the time gradually approached the agreed limit.

Some illusions caused by nervousness made Ain feel that the noise in the city had gradually subsided, "Qiubai, we should leave..."

"coming."

However, Qiubai interrupted her with these two words, and he was still very patient at the critical moment.

The green-haired girl pushed aside the yellow pie inflorescence of the sunflower and appeared in front of Qiubai.

"Sorry, it's a little late, things are a bit troublesome over there."

"The matter in the palace is over?" Qiu Bai asked in the usual way, while taking the things that Monet handed over.

It was a thick notepad.

I opened it at random and glanced at it, and the things recorded on it were like alien words to Qiubai.

"It's almost over... There are a total of thirteen articles in total, and that's about all I've seen. As for whether there are any others, I don't know."

Monet said that the first half of her sentence was an answer to Qiu Bai's question, and the second half was an explanation of the notepad.

"No, that's enough, she deserves to be Miss Secretary." Qiu Bai praised, the time she stayed by Doflamingo's side was really not long, not to mention the opportunity to get in touch with these confidential information.

But being able to get a rubbing of this kind of thing can really only make people admire.

It is impossible for ordinary people to record these ghostly talisman-like things in a limited time, but Monet can do it - it is even rarer and more precious than the fruit of surgery Ability.

"Can I ask what this is?" Monet actually had a guess for a long time, but she still asked.

"Simply put, there is an old pirate's treasure map hidden here." Qiu Bai said half-jokingly.

"If I'm not mistaken, is the name of the 'old pirate' called Gol Roger?" Monet said a well-known name.

"To be exact, it should be 'Gol D. Roger'." Qiu Bai slightly corrected the entire name, and the D word hidden by the world government was still more important.

The purpose of Qiubai coming to Doflamingo is these things:

"Historical Text"

From the very beginning, he was sure that there must be a historical text in the hands of a very special pirate like Doflamingo, but he did not expect such a number.

But that's a good thing, the more "samples" the better.

"However, no one can read these words, right?" Monet's eyes gleamed when he looked at Qiubai. The person in front of him definitely didn't look like the kind of person who could read the text of history.

"Of course it's impossible for me to read it by myself, but... have you heard the story of the famous detective and the old military doctor?"

He was referring to a story about a "dancing villain" among the famous detectives who knew how to deduct the law—these historical texts were just "samples", and Qiubai didn't think this was the case. There's "road sign history text" in it, but...

Logical deduction has always been the orthodox way of parsing languages ​​and ciphers.

The question is, who can do this?

At present, on Qiubai's side, there are only a man, a woman, a bear, and a wife, plus the low-profile douding and the girl who is looking forward to sex... There probably isn't that kind of talent here.

Of course it was impossible for Monet to know the story in Qiu Bai's mouth.

"I mean...I'm leaving Don Quixote."

"Can you translate this note for me?"

Of course, what Qiu Bai needs is not to read through the text like a historian, but just to clarify the directional words in it.

The sample is already available, and Qiubai needs someone who can analyze the sample.

He needs a Sherlock Formone.