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Dresrosa.
In the lavish hall of the royal palace.
Hanging up the call, Doflamingo's brow furrowed slightly, carrying a deep sense of suspicion. He truly couldn't understand why the other party wanted him to help with such a favor. This made Doflamingo feel extremely puzzled.
"I didn't mishear, did I, Doffy? That kid Vinsmoke Sanji actually wants our Donquixote Family to help auction a Devil Fruit?" Diamante, who had always been by his side, felt somewhat incredulous.
"Heh heh heh... For the sake of him letting our Donquixote Family earn a huge sum, let's help him out..." This time, the huge intermediary fee, plus Doflamingo having successfully helped two people retrieve their hearts, gave Trafalgar Law a much better mood.
"With Germa's '567' wealth and audacity, and their habit of throwing out hundreds of billions of Berries for acquisitions at every turn, young master, do you really think they would care about the income from a mere Devil Fruit?" Senor Pink, dressed in a comical BB outfit and wearing sunglasses, chewing on a baby pacifier, said with some incredulity.
No matter how expensive a Devil Fruit is, how much money can it sell for at auction? Just Germa's transaction amount in the underworld this time was an exorbitant price that made one gape. There was no reason for them to specifically auction a Devil Fruit. Even if it was for collection, or to reward subordinates, it would be fine, right?
"Fufufufufu... I truly don't know what that little brat is thinking..." Doflamingo directly rose from his seat, rubbing his forehead and chuckling: "And he actually wants to directly auction a Logia-type Devil Fruit like that. Even if he's very likely already a Devil Fruit user, he wouldn't so easily reveal such a valuable treasure, would he?"
Furthermore, the Logia-type Devil Fruit ability, which he couldn't stand, was worth more than ordinary Zoan-types. He truly couldn't understand why Vinsmoke Sanji wanted to do this.
"If I didn't guess that Germa's goal wasn't simple, I would have even considered intercepting it..."
On the other side, the Baroque Works.
"If even this isn't enough to lure you out, then we can only resort to the worst-case scenario..." Vivi, in the War Room, carried a hint of coldness.
Forging a Dark-Dark Fruit? That's too simple.
All he needed was Mr. 3 of Baroque Works, with his Wax-Wax Fruit ability, to create a nearly identical appearance. After Miss Goldenweek's perfect coloring, if you don't directly bite into it or hit it hard, it's hard to tell it's fake.
Even if it was discovered to be fake during a pre-auction inspection, Doflamingo would definitely not refuse it. After all, Germa had no intention of actually selling it. With Germa's financial power, even if the price reached 10 billion, they could directly buy it, and it wouldn't affect the reputation of his auction house.
Having made his decision, Iji directly contacted Bode, who was far away in the first half of the Grand Line, on 'Little Garden'.
"Your Majesty, what's wrong?"
In a dense forest, Bode, who was constantly training his body and somewhat covered in sweat, took the call from Nico Robin and couldn't help but be surprised.
"Bang!"
An explosion came from nearby.
"Mr. 5, if you make such disgusting movements again, be careful, old man will directly blow you up..."
Not far away, Mr. 1 Daz Bones, with a bare torso, suddenly kicked out a leg, sending a man with an explosive head, wearing sunglasses, and a somewhat bitter face, flying out.
"Hey hey, Mr. 1, that's too much. I just picked my nose..." Mr. 5, who landed heavily on the ground and was a little wretched, complained somewhat discontentedly.
He had been training since this morning and was already so tired he wanted to lie down. He just made a habitual movement, yet he was so ruthless. Why did everyone say they were colleagues?
Daz Bones didn't even glance at the other party, continuing his training, practicing the moves he had just mastered, but still somewhat unaccustomed to them.
"Instead of complaining, focus on training. It's because you're too weak, Mr. 5, that Mr. 1 has to teach you repeatedly!" Bode said indifferently, a hint of impatience in his cold voice.
If it weren't for Mr. 5's Devil Fruit ability being decent, he would have long since kicked the other party out of Baroque Works.
"Sorry, Your Majesty. You must be laughing..."
Wiping the large beads of sweat from his head, Bode walked towards a quiet area while holding the Den Den Mushi. He said helplessly, "A bunch of useless fellows who can't be helped!"
"If they're really incorrigible, then there's no need to waste any more effort..." Hearing the faint training sounds and complaints from the Den Den Mushi, Iji roughly guessed that Bode and the others were currently training. He could completely understand Bode's helplessness at this moment and directly stated his purpose: "I'll fax you a hand-drawn picture of a Devil Fruit in a moment. You have Mr. 3 and Miss Goldenweek under your command use their abilities to forge that Devil Fruit, then take a photo and fax it back to me as soon as possible..."
...
Doflamingo's efficiency was very high...
...
In the next two or three days, all the large and small forces in the New World had already learned the news that half a month later, a Logia-type Devil Fruit would be auctioned off. The news spread like wildfire.
On the Moby Dick.
"Old man, I just received news that the Donquixote Family will be auctioning two Devil Fruits this time. It's said that one of them is even a Logia-type..."
Feeling very upset, Marco, who had just returned from visiting Thatch, who was still in a coma on the Sun Pirates' ship, handed a newly received auction slip to Whitebeard, who was drinking: "Should we make a move and buy it?"
"Devil Fruit?"
"A Logia-type fruit. That guy 'Heavenly Night Fork' actually wants to auction it off?"
The several captains present were all surprised and suspicious. If it were an ordinary Paramecia or Zoan type, they naturally wouldn't care. But a Logia type was different. Even the worst Logia-type Devil Fruit was much stronger than ordinary Zoan and Paramecia abilities.
Normally, any ambitious force, upon obtaining such a Devil Fruit, even if they couldn't eat it themselves, would keep it to cultivate capable subordinates, right?
And among the crowd, Marshall D. Teach, whose body was very fat and looked somewhat simple-minded, suddenly pricked up his ears. Looking intently at the picture on the back of the auction slip in Whitebeard's hand, his entire body suddenly trembled violently, and he couldn't help but shiver...