The Worst Fruit Among Pirates

"Come out! Two brats——"

The next day, noises broke out all over the "Pingta", and everyone received the captain's order to go to the deck.

This 'everyone' includes not only the sailors who belong to this ship, but also a dozen paid 'guests' and Dover and Rosinandi who are coolies.

"what happened?"

"Don't push me, I paid for it!"

Soon, sailors in dirty turbans, guests in coats... everyone on the ship gathered on the deck.

"Gentlemen, I have some sad news to announce."

In front of everyone, there was a man with an aristocratic mustache, wearing a black top hat, and holding a silver cane. When he spoke, he raised his head slightly, making his expression full of sincerity. Inner contempt.

This poser is the captain of this ship.

Sir Clahorn!

A down-and-out nobleman who had to go to sea to make money because of his family's decline.

"Our chef Dika was unfortunately killed last night."

The mustachioed nobleman slowly told what happened on the ship in a "nice weather" tone, while scanning the people on the deck with his cold eyes:

Boatswain, navigator, several guests, other sailors...

Even the two children standing on the edge of the crowd were not spared.

"There was an ambush in the kitchen. When poor Dika was about to have some midnight snack, what was waiting for him was a fatal lead bullet!"

"His body was then thrown out of the kitchen window and may now be lying in the belly of some sea creature."

This is the information that the noble captain deduced based on the 'traces' left in the kitchen. Although there are many strange things in this information, there is no doubt that Dika is responsible for the murder.

The kitchen is diagonally below the captain's cabin. If the murderer can kill Dika quietly, it is possible to kill him, the captain, quietly!

Dika is just a slave.

How could one's own life and revitalizing the family be more important?

There are many sea beasts in this world and the fish are fierce.

Once a body is thrown into the sea, it will be quickly devoured, which is the easiest way to destroy the body and eliminate traces.

Humph, someone on this ship actually wants to challenge his majesty?

It's a pity that Sir Clahorn is not Conan, so he would never have thought that the tall and strong chef would die at the hands of two inconspicuous children.

While the noble captain was looking at the people on the deck, one of the 'real culprits', Rocinante, had blank eyes and was thinking about what 'big events' would happen this year.

Haiyuan calendar year 1494~~

Robin seems to have just been born?The empress was born last year...

As for Dover, whatever you can tell from his sunglasses is a ghost.

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"This is impossible!"

The bosun was the first to stand up. The top of his head was shaved smoothly, and even a thin shirt could not hide his exaggerated and explosive muscles.

"If Dika was really shot on the boat last night, why didn't so many of us listen?"

His words made many people nod subconsciously. No matter how deep they slept, it was impossible not to hear someone shooting on the ship.

"So,"

The gloomy aristocratic captain stared at the bald boatswain,

"It's up to you to tell me, how did Dika die?"

"Mr. Alek, you should know best if you and Dika sleep in the same room."

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"Do you suspect that I killed Dika?"

The bald bosun was startled, and his hand subconsciously fell on the handle of the knife at his waist!

At the same time, several sailors next to him subconsciously grasped the weapons on their belts, although they didn't know what was going on.

Hatchet, scimitar, flintlock...

"and many more!"

Seeing the smell of gunpowder suddenly filling the deck, even the dozens of 'guests' lifted up their coats, revealing the weapons on their belts.The elegant navigator wearing a sleeveless vest and bow tie stepped forward.

"Alec, that's not what the captain meant."

"But you and Dika live in the same room. You should know when something happens to him, right?"

"I···"

Faced with this problem, the bald sailor's face twitched.

As the 'best fighter' on the ship, he has had a long-standing conflict with Sir Clahorn.

When encountering battles or negotiating with others, he takes the lead.However, this noble man standing behind wanted to take away half of the profits from each voyage, which made the boatswain even more dissatisfied.

The reason why the chef lives in the same room as the boatswain is to 'monitor' him!

Everyone knows this.

Therefore, the bald bosun didn't like seeing Dika very much. As long as he didn't bother him, he didn't bother to care where the fat pig was and what he was doing.

"I was asleep, how would I know?"

"Ahem, it's rumored that 'Blooded Blade' Alek, who kills people in his dreams, said he was asleep..."

The gentle navigator shook his head, causing veins to pop out on the boatswain's forehead.

"I told you I didn't—wait!"

The boatswain didn't know what he thought of, and his eyes suddenly became fierce after he suddenly realized it.

"Could it be that you want to monopolize the 'goods' and let that fat pig like Dika hide, and now you are questioning me?!"

With a clang, the scimitar from his waist was pulled out, and the boatswain's eyes turned red.

"I'm telling you, don't even think about it!!"

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Facing the murderous boatswain, the noble captain and the gentle navigator looked at each other.

It seems that Alec is not a reckless man, so——

The two people's eyes fell on more than a dozen 'guests', and they gradually became more and more dangerous.

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"Rosie, our chance has come!"

In the small basement, Dover, who was wearing sunglasses, clenched his fists excitedly.

"Use the ability of silence to assassinate the people on the ship, instigate the three parties to kill each other, and then reap the benefits?"

After listening to Rocinante's words, the thin boy nodded vigorously, realizing for the first time that the two of them were indeed 'brothers' and had exactly the same plan as his own.

"I reject!"

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Facing Dover, whose expression froze in excitement, Rocinante, who was leaning in the small warehouse, shook his head.

"I will not take the initiative to harm others, but I will also guard against harm from others. - This is the teaching of my parents."

Harmfulness is not allowed, and defensiveness is indispensable.

Of course, this is the teaching of parents in the 'past life', and it is also the outlook of most people in China.

Last night, Dover killed the fat chef with one shot. Rosinandi naturally wouldn't say anything. After all, Dover was trying to save him.

But Rosinandi was unwilling to take the initiative to provoke the people on this ship to kill each other.Even if this is where the fruitful ability comes into play.

"...You really haven't changed,"

Faced with Rosinandy's rejection, Dover was not disappointed.

After all, this brother is as naive as his parents, but his behavior last night was abnormal.

But he was not prepared to let go of this opportunity before him!

Because the chef's fat pig was killed quietly, the ship was divided into three parties: the captain, the navigator, and the boatswain confronting each other.

The guests on the ship were roughly locked together, and everyone was full of resentment!

At this time, just a little spark can make the people on this ship fight each other with swords.

Pushing up his sunglasses, thoughts flashed through Doflamingo's mind.

He wants revenge,

Revenge against the civilians who had harmed him!

Revenge against the Celestial Dragons who rejected his return!

And revenge requires strength, money, and manpower... Let's start from this ship!

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"What clues do you have?"

In the captain's room, the aristocratic captain, the gentle navigator, and the bald bosun who should be at war with Doflamingo's plan were sitting together calmly, with a glass of wine in front of each of them.

"What clues can I have? That pig like Dika could die even if he eats a late-night snack!"

Facing the captain's question, the bald bosun slammed the wine glass in his hand on the table, half angry and half scared.

Dika died quietly. If the murderer's target had been him while he was sleeping... losing his life in a dream, it would be too unbearable.

"The person who chose to ambush in the kitchen in advance should be someone who knew that Dika had a habit of eating late night snacks. I won't mention the method the other party used to kill Dika, but it was probably one of our own."

The gentle navigator glanced at the boatswain at the critical moment and asked softly.

"Among the sailors, who do you think is the most likely?"

"Let me think..."

Touching his oily scalp, the bosun frowned and thought for a long time, but nothing came up.

He basically 'added' some points to his combat power, and it was too difficult for him to make subtle observations in life.

"Okay, actually I don't have any clues."

The gentle navigator shrugged, appearing very relaxed.

"I'm just a chart reader. Whether it's murder or tracking down the murderer, it's not my expertise."

"...Okay, that's the end of today's meeting. Please be more careful when you go back."

As the noble captain sitting at the top slowly spoke, the other two people naturally stood up to leave. After the boatswain and navigator left, the noble captain took up the hand that was placed under the table.

Under the table, hanging a loaded flintlock gun!

Glancing at the three glasses of wine on the table without a single sip, the aristocratic captain's face was as cold as iron.

Who is it?

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'The captain has no reason to kill his henchman, nor does that reckless man Alek... No, maybe that guy just saw it right and we won't doubt him! '

Walking in the corridor of the cabin, the gentle navigator touched his chin.

'Actually, if you think about it seriously, I am the one who is most likely to kill Dika, because that pig actually also occupies a share in our transaction...but it is not me. '

On the surface, this merchant ship was transporting a specialty ore from the Grand Line to the North Sea, but in fact it was secretly smuggling a contraband called 'dynamite rock'.

It was a high explosive that was hundreds or thousands of times more powerful than ordinary gunpowder. It only took the size of a fingernail to blow up a ship into the sky!

Of course, the dynamite rock that landed on the "Pingta" has changed hands countless times. After being mixed and diluted in large quantities, it is several times stronger than ordinary black powder.

Even this kind of 'n-hand goods' is the 'power' that makes countless Beihai strongmen flock to it.

It is also the hope that Captain 'Sir Clahorn' relies on to revive his family.

Just one trip and you can make a huge profit of tens of millions of Baileys!

Even if it is divided among a few people, it is enough for them to live and drink.

But... wouldn't it be better if it was for one person?

The captain has probably saved enough money to buy a small town.

That is:

'That idiot Dika might have been killed by the captain himself! '

Thinking of this, the gentle navigator stopped and felt an inexplicable crisis.

Maybe the captain really just wants to finish this job and then go back to his hometown to become his noble and rich man...

"grown ups,"

Just when the navigator frowned and thought, a child stood in front of him.

"Can I spare you a few minutes?"

The boy with short blond hair raised his head, cracked sunglasses covering his eyes.

"I have information about Mr. Deka's murder."

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