The Most Wasteful Fruit Among Pirates Chapter 47

"be careful!"

"Quick, get the cargo up—"

On Pier 1, the newly renovated money... No, it should be called 'Don Quixote' on the giant sailing ship. A large number of workers are loading the cargo and preparing to sail the ship.

The unnecessary ornate decorations, tables, chairs and benches on the ship have all been removed, and the battleship has returned to its original appearance. And Rossi, Dover and his group who were walking towards the pier also nodded in satisfaction.

"Fufufu, Don Quixote, this is worthy of us!"

Pinta: So love disappears, right?

"Just overused ships,"

Rossi, who stood shoulder to shoulder with Dover, shook his head. Although this huge sailing ship was not bad, it was only built for sailing in the North Sea. If it hadn't fallen into the hands of Rossi and others, Pier 1 might not even have been launched.

"When we need it in the future, we will go to the 'Capital of Seven Waters' to order a boat."

In the capital of seven waters, there is now Franky's master, Tom the shipwright is said to be alive. He once built the Oro Jackson for One Piece Roger, and it was a breeze for him to build a strong ship for Rossi and others.

"Before that, let's collect the treasure tree 'Adam' as a material."

Don Quixote: Then I'll go!

In any case, this battleship will serve as the ship of the "Don Quixote Family" for a short time, carrying them to another country in the North Sea: Acanlia.

"Acanlia?"

"Yes, this country is our target."

Untie the cable and hoist the sail. With Pika at the helm, the "Don Quixote" began to slowly leave the pier, while Rossi explained the purpose of the trip to Dover and others.

"The metal parts produced in our factory will be assembled into various means of transportation there. Then they will be sold to the entire Entegri Union through Akanlia."

"At the same time, we will bring back a large amount of high-quality meat from the Entegri Alliance and supply it to the Rafal Kingdom."

Most of the factories in the Kingdom of Rafal belong to the 'high-pollution' type, so food has become very dependent on imports. Rossi's estimate is at least tens of millions of Bailey's profits.

If these "commodities" are considered to be the property left by the Jiedi family, then the profit will be doubled! This is why pirates are rampant in the sea, and there are still more sea merchants who are willing to transport.

The so-called 'Entegre Alliance' is a small alliance composed of five kingdoms.

Three of them are members of the world government, and the other two non-member countries rely on the force of the other three countries to resist pirates.

The two non-joint countries are under the protection of the other three countries, and they have no access to the sea, so they don't worry much about the harassment and attacks of pirates.

"Through this method of 'watching and helping each other', the five countries only need to pay three shares of the heavenly gold, so life is pretty good...?!"

While Rossi was popularizing science information to others, a tall and thin figure galloped towards the pier.

"Hey hey hey, wait for me—"

"Torrebol, are you making wool?"

It was the first time to run transportation, and Rossi and Dover naturally went in person. At the same time, they also brought Diamanti, Pica, and Virgo, so Torrebol was originally left to look after the house, but now:

"Slimy Leap!"

brush,

Haw!

Using the mucus to jump and land on the "Don Quixote" that had just started to leave the port, Torrebol threw himself forward, and his big face suddenly hit Rossi, and his hasty words were like machine gun fire.

"I said, I said, let's act together, let's act together—"

"It's too close!"

Not to mention the snot, Torrepol's saliva splashed over, making Rossi retreat helplessly.

"Anyway, what are you doing here now?"

Obviously I said it before...

"Ahem, I finally decided to go to sea with everyone."

Tall and lanky Torrebol pressed his bowler hat, although it was indeed very tempting to rule the lives of tens of thousands of people and manage the money transactions of millions of peles a day. but:

"I'm even more afraid of drifting away from you!"

It is easy to manage the family business in Spedamaluz and enjoy the prosperity and wealth at the same time.

But Torrebol is very clear that his strength is not dominant among the crowd. If he doesn't work hard, maybe it won't be long before he won't have a place on the Don Quixote family's ship.

"Well... Dover, what do you say?"

Facing Rossi who turned his head to ask, Dover nodded.

"Torey wants to follow, so let's go together."

"But,"

Diamanti, who was more than three meters tall and carrying a two-meter long western sword, frowned.

"The family business we worked so hard to build, don't we want it?"

"This···"

Just when Torrebol's expression changed, Rossi had already waved his hand.

"Don't panic,"

"When I promoted Polkin to the leader, I have already explained to him. If Torrebol leaves, he will temporarily act as the representative of the family affairs."

Polkin followed Rossi and others all the way, although they only did some chores like carrying explosives, handing cannonballs, running errands to find out information, but as the saying goes, there is hard work without credit.

After taking down the Jiedi family, he also became a leader following 'Chicken and Dog Ascend to Heaven'.

"Of course, Polkin was just a young man on the dock before. I asked Wesker to help him watch, and at the same time hired personnel from the Germa 66 security company as a deterrent and protection force."

After speaking, Rossi looked towards the town that was slowly leaving: Spedamaluz.

"Don't forget, how we took this wealth and status from the Jiedi family. —As long as we have overwhelming power, no one will dare to covet our wealth!"

If it was the previous life, if the company's leadership dared to disappear collectively for a few months, the managers and lawyers below would be 100% able to empty the company into an empty shell. But in this world, if you dare to do this, you have to face the risk of settling accounts after autumn and feeding the fish for the whole family!

"You bastard,"

Condescendingly "hug" Rossi, the two-meter-tall Torrepol rubbed Rossi's blond hair unhappily.

"Obviously everything has been arranged, why didn't you say it earlier! En? En?"

"Whether you want to go to sea together or stay to watch the house is your choice, why should I help you make up your mind~~"

Rossi rolled his eyes in an 'unhappy' manner on the surface, but in fact he was quite relieved in his heart.

In any case, he lived and died together, and if possible, he didn't want Torrebol to be left behind.

Although the slime fruit is a bit useless, its weakness is too huge. But if Torrebol can train to the extent that the armed color is domineering, he can use the domineering cover to offset the flammable weakness of the slime fruit.

"Very good, since we are going to sea together, let's start a daily exercise of 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, and 100 squats every day!"

"It's too..."

Just when Torrebol retorted subconsciously, Rossi pointed his thumb back:

Pika and Virgo have turned into human-shaped pile drivers, undulating on the deck without saying a word. In fact, this amount of training is easy for them.

"I'm not done yet,"

Rossi took out a 'bracelet' from his pocket, with a bullet hanging from it.

"This is a bullet mixed with Hailoushi powder, which will suppress the ability users to a certain extent."

In Torrepol's bad expression, Rossi first pointed at Dover, then himself, and finally pointed his index finger at Torrepol.

"We three ability users need to take turns wearing this bullet for exercise..."

"No!"

Torrebol, who threw himself on the deck, looked at the far away port city and wanted to cry.

"Can I get off the boat now?"

"Yes~~"

Facing Rossi's answer without hesitation, Torrepol wiped his 'snot' and turned around.

"Forget it, I can't swim again."

Cut, you can obviously use your ability to dive back.

Rossi didn't bother to dismantle Torrebol's 'tsundere', holding the Hailoushi bullet in his hand, a strong sense of weakness hit him immediately.

"Okay, let me start!"

Sweat more in peacetime, bleed less in wartime.

Rossi, who was holding the Hailoushi bullet, began to do push-ups against his weakness. This enthusiasm, which was sweating profusely, made Torrepole beside him quietly wipe away his cold sweat.

Is it really because I am old and can't keep up with other people's energy?

19-year-old Torre Pol began to doubt life.

Chapter end

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