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Chapter 1116: Pouring Milk?
Chapter 1116: Pouring Milk?
The voice didn’t need to step outside—the people inside could hear it clearly.
“Dominica’s King wants me?”
The man’s voice was exceptionally loud, so Kuro naturally heard it too. He slightly furrowed his brow, “What does he want now? Pacifista’s already over. It has nothing to do with him. Coming here now—is he just scared for no reason? No need to go yourselves. Explain to him that it’s resolved.”
“Understood!”
Kas and Wilbur nodded in unison before stepping out.
Meanwhile, on Deck, Harvey—surrounded by a large contingent of Navy forces—frowned as he scanned the area. His gaze finally settled on Klah above.
‘Black Wolf’ Klah.
As a renowned figure within the Navy, Harvey naturally recognized him.
His presence here meant Admiral Golden Lion hadn’t left yet.
Everyone knew that when Klah was around, there was a 60% chance Golden Lion would be nearby. And with White Whale in the vicinity, that probability shot up to 95%.
“Dominica’s envoy?”
Klah frowned. “Didn’t you abandon Kemorike Island? Severed all ties. Now you dare to show up like this? Didn’t even call ahead?”
Harvey bowed respectfully. “Vice Admiral Klah, I’m Harvey. My King believes a face-to-face invitation shows sincerity.”
“We don’t need it!”
Two voices rang out from behind.
Kas and Wilbur appeared behind Klah. “Mr. Kuro said Pacifista has nothing to do with Dominica. Just tell them it’s over.”
“Apologies, but I’m following my King’s orders. I must meet Admiral Golden Lion in person.”
Harvey smiled politely, bowing again to the group. “Vice Admiral Colossal Shield Kas, Vice Admiral Big Gun Wilbur—you’re here, so Admiral Golden Lion must be here too, correct?”
“How arrogant. How did someone like Brant run rampant here unchallenged?”
A voice suddenly cut in.
Kuro stepped out, clenching a cigar between his teeth with Lida in tow. He looked down at Harvey, his gaze piercing as if scrutinizing him.
“You’ve got guts. Not many could handle this level of pressure. Why’d you abandon Kemorike when trouble struck?” Kuro asked.
“This isn’t my jurisdiction. I’m merely an envoy,” Harvey replied calmly.
“Is that right? I slaughtered over a hundred thousand of your people in Dominica. Aren’t you seething with hatred?” Kuro asked, his tone curious.
Harvey smiled. “Kemorike is no longer part of Dominica. It’s independent. Whatever happened there has nothing to do with us. Personally, I deeply regret the incident.”
“Feudal bureaucrats—same old song and dance.”
Kuro rolled his eyes. “You’re annoying, but it seems you won’t leave unless I agree. Fine, I’ll go. Tell your King—those ten Pacifista warships and their crew don’t run on air. Every extra minute costs resources. The Navy won’t fund our private matters. If he wants me, there’s a fee.”
“Subordinates below Vice Admiral rank aren’t worth mentioning—we’ll count them as regular Navy. From now on, five million Beri per hour. Six Vice Admirals—six million Beri per hour. I’ll give a slight discount for myself—four million Beri. Total: fifteen million Beri per hour. If your King agrees, we’ll come. If not, forget it.” Kuro exhaled a plume of smoke, stating flatly.
They’d dragged him out for something that never happened.
Fine. He’d go.
But payment’s non-negotiable.
He held no affection for this nation. The moment they refused to rescue lives and stripped Kemorike of its name, Kuro’s goodwill vanished.
Let’s see if they dare charge this expense to the wrong island.
“Please wait a moment.”
Harvey hesitated, then pulled out a Transponder Snail and dialed. The call connected swiftly, the snail’s face morphing into a lazy, cold-eyed visage.
“Admiral Golden Lion has agreed, but the fee is fifteen million Beri per hour,” Harvey reported.
“Approved,” came the curt, icy reply.
“Understood.”
Before Harvey could finish, the voice added, “Admiral Golden Lion—looking forward to our meeting. Hope for a pleasant conversation.” The line cut out.
Harvey bowed to Golden Lion. “Admiral, my King has agreed.”
“Tch, he’s actually paying up. Pouring milk over spilled blood—would’ve saved ten thousand lives with that money,” Kuro scoffed.
A classic case of ‘pouring milk’—better to waste it than share.
Money for warships, none for saving citizens? What logic is that?
“Fine. Payment gets me there.”
Kuro gritted his teeth, growling, “I’ll use this blood money to buy tombstones for the dead. Got it?”
Harvey maintained his smile. “Please follow me to the capital. I’ll guide the way.”
“Sure. Find your own rest spot. My Navy ships aren’t exactly five-star luxury.”
Harvey nodded, making no attempt to stay. He leapt upward, transforming into a massive eagle soaring high. His colossal body cast a shadow covering half the warship.
“Huh? Ancient type? That’s some build,” Kuro remarked, glancing upward.
“Eh? Isn’t that the Haste Giant Eagle?” Lida tilted her head, surprised. “I thought they were extinct. I encountered a couple giants there once—on that ancient island. Saw loads of extinct species. Tasted great too.”
“You’ve been there?” Kuro asked, lips twitching.
“Back when I had my little garden,” Lida said. “We stopped there once. Met a couple giants. That island’s ancient. Found all sorts of extinct species. Tasty, actually.”
“Tch. You’ve wandered far.”
Kuro’s lips quirked before suddenly asking, “Who’s Dominica’s King? Seems pretty cocky.”
“Dovichi Edmund,” Klah adjusted his glasses. “A renowned King—crowned at eight, ruled for thirty years. Under his governance, Dominica’s avoided major incidents. Even pirate plundering’s absent. Pays Heavenly Gold first every year. A nation the higher-ups find exceptionally trouble-free.”
“Strange. Ruling that long should’ve given him political wisdom. Why abandon an island then?”
Kuro exhaled cigar smoke. “Well, we’ll find out. Inform Doflamingo and Borsalino to delay their departure. Let’s take them along for some extra cash.”
(End of Chapter)
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