Sure enough, on the other end of the line, Sengoku's tone softened after hearing what Garp said.
"Garp, what do you need that much money for?"
Even as Fleet Admiral of the Marines, Sengoku still had to ask when it came to moving that kind of money.
The Marines were not his personal wallet. Above him were the Five Elders and even higher, the Celestial Dragons.
"Hahaha, I have something to take care of. This old man discovered something really interesting. It is hard to explain over the Den Den Mushi. I will tell you next time we meet. Just have the nearest East Blue branch send me the Berries."
Garp laughed loudly and started playing dumb.
It was not that he did not want to explain. It was just that the matter itself sounded too outrageous, and he wanted to test it properly before saying anything.
"You old bastard, always speaking in riddles with me."
Sengoku hung up the Den Den Mushi with a curse, then picked up another one and contacted the Marine branch closest to the East Blue to send Garp the money.
...
Putting away his Den Den Mushi, Garp felt very pleased with himself.
He turned back to Amon, grinning smugly.
"Mr. Amon, you heard just now. I have already arranged for the Berries to be sent. I can choose my jars now, right?"
Having seen the incredible treasures Ace had drawn from his jar, Garp was itching to try his own luck.
"Sorry, Mr. Garp. My shop does not do credit. Cash up front, goods afterward."
Just as Garp was thinking about which jar to choose, Amon's refusal landed in his ears, and his smile vanished all over again.
"Hmph. Brat, are you making fun of this old man?"
"Hehe, I already said this is a small business. No tabs. What if you finish opening your jars and then pat your backside and leave? Who am I supposed to collect from?"
Amon knew Garp's personality. He knew Garp was not the type to completely ignore reason, so he was not afraid of angering him.
Seeing Garp's sour expression, Amon felt extremely satisfied inside.
Serves you right, you old menace, for showing off in front of me just now.
"Fine. This old man can wait."
Seeing that Amon refused to budge, Garp stopped pushing it.
He dropped down onto a nearby spot with a huff, clearly determined.
He was not leaving without opening some jars.
"Um, Mr. Amon, can I open one?"
Once Garp and Amon stopped talking, Sabo timidly lifted his hand and asked.
"Of course. You are more than welcome. It only costs one hundred thousand Berries to open a jar."
Amon was downright devious.
When he said "one hundred thousand Berries," he raised his voice on purpose, making sure Garp heard every syllable.
Sure enough, when Garp realized Sabo only had to pay one hundred thousand while he had been quoted one hundred million, he ground his teeth so hard they almost squeaked.
"Hohohoho..."
Makino could not help covering her mouth and laughing softly as she watched the two of them bicker.
After laughing, she said, "Mr. Amon really is quite an amusing person."
"Hehe, you flatter me, Miss Makino. Why not try your luck as well? It is also only one hundred thousand Berries for you. The same goes for you, Mr. Village Chief."
Amon really was wicked.
Right now, Garp felt like his heart was bleeding.
Originally, he should have been able to open jars for one hundred thousand Berries too.
It was only because he had challenged Amon and doubted him that his price had gone up to one hundred million per jar.
"Mr. Amon, here is one hundred thousand Berries. Please check it."
Sabo handed over his pouch and even politely asked Amon to count it.
"No need. Since Sabo says it is one hundred thousand, then it must be one hundred thousand. Which jar do you want? I here will take it down for you."
With the stingy system as his money-guard, Amon only had to touch the bag to know the exact amount. Counting was pointless.
His words, though, made Sabo's impression of him improve dramatically.
Earlier, when Amon had tried to fleece Garp for one hundred million, Sabo had thought he was just an avaricious merchant.
Now, seeing Amon act so casually generous with him, Sabo could not help feeling ashamed of his previous assumptions.
"I want... the one in the middle."
Having changed his opinion of Amon, Sabo pointed to the jar he felt most drawn to, the blue clay jar displayed on the middle of the shelf.
"The blue one in the center, right? Got it."
Following the direction of Sabo's finger, Amon quickly took the jar down.
Then he followed the usual steps, grabbing his trusty wooden mallet.
Under everyone's gaze, he brought it down heavily.
The jar shattered, and the three items inside fell out in front of them.
Picking them up one by one, Amon began checking their properties.
[Salted Fish in the Shape of a Sword]: A salted fish that looks like a Sword. Can be cooked and eaten. Tastes best when served over rice.
Uh...
The description of the first item left Amon at a loss for words.
So, not everything that came out of a jar was top-tier.
Still slightly speechless, he looked at the second item. It was a black formal suit.
[Pleasant Goat Rocking Chair]: A children's rocking chair. When someone sits on it, it plays sound effects and sings:
"Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full…"
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Uh...
A talking rocking chair. What kind of nonsense was this?
Had the three brothers' luck all been sucked away by Ace?
Refusing to accept that, Amon turned to the third item.
It was a metal pipe-like object, very similar to the one Sabo usually carried.
However, the patterns carved on its surface were far more intricate and mysterious than Sabo's simple iron pipe.
That alone made Amon instinctively feel that this "pipe" was anything but simple.
Under the system's scan, the attributes of the "pipe" quickly appeared before him.
When he saw the description, Amon's jaw dropped.
Holy crap, seriously?