One Piece: The Magician

Whiskey Mountain has two uninvited guests.

One is a tall man in a dark trench coat. He has an afro and sunglasses. He looks very fashionable, like a rock singer.

The other is a beautiful woman who is still holding a parasol in the middle of the night. She has blond hair and wears a light yellow dress with lemons painted all over her clothes. Even the earrings are two lemon slices. It seems that she is indeed I really like this fruit.

Glancing at the bounty hunters lying on the ground in charred black bodies, the blond woman gave a very nervous smile.

"Ahahahaha, that's what a traitor who runs away from battle should be like this, don't you think so? 5."

.5 Hearing this, he nodded, moved his wrist, and showed an extremely arrogant expression: "SS. Valentine's Day, I really don't understand why the boss is making such a fuss and actually let us two handle the spies."

"Ah hahahaha, don't think too much, maybe the boss is merciful and wants her to die in a dignified manner. After all, she is the princess of a country." Ss. Valentine replied while turning her parasol.

.5 could not be denied, so the two of them slowly walked into the town.

The bright moon hangs high.

A black-haired young man wearing glasses was sitting on the roof, holding a large pile of documents in his hands and flipping through them quickly. The look on his face was particularly focused. Fortunately, he could clearly see what was written on it in such a dark night.

"A few months ago, the Hungry Wolf Pirates fought an unknown pirate group and were severely defeated. Almost the entire army was wiped out. Only the main ship escaped."

"Recently, the Hungry Wolf Pirates were discovered in the nearby waters, and they seem to be being pursued by the navy. I hope I don't encounter them."

"The White Hunter Smoker from Rog Town in the East China Sea entered the Grand Line for unknown reasons." Sherlock frowned slightly. This was really bad news.

"Little Garden, Giant, 100 years ago, there was a bounty of [-] million Baileys, a duel." Sherlock rolled his eyes: "Is there no useful information? It's no wonder, after all, it's just a small stronghold of Baroque Studio."

But soon, Sherlock discovered something very interesting from several weapons order records.

In the past six months, Baroque Studio has been regularly purchasing weapons from various places in batches and sending them to a place called Alabasta. Whiskey Peak alone may not be a stronghold, but if other strongholds are like this If it works, things will be complicated.

"The Baroque Studio can only support a few thousand people, and these weapons are almost enough to arm dozens of Baroque studios. Alabasta remembers that the intelligence just now said that a rebellion is taking place. Are they planning to sell arms? But if so Why do you want to be so secretive?" Sherlock fell into thought.

"Oh, by the way." Sherlock turned to look at the big duck tied up behind him: "It seems that this kind of land-walking duck is a specialty of Alabasta. I don't know if it is delicious or not."

The first thing to consider after catching a living animal is whether it tastes good. Maybe Sherlock himself didn't realize that he had already taken a big step towards becoming a qualified foodie.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa certain big duck in a hat may have sensed the malice hidden in the eyes of the man with eyes, so it let out a frightened whine.

"Don't worry, Sanji's craftsmanship is excellent." Sherlock pushed up his glasses and showed a warm smile:

"You will definitely be very delicious"

"Gah!" The big duck foamed at the mouth and simply fainted.

The slightly cold night breeze blew by, bringing with it a faint smell of blood.

"Presumably Sauron's side is over." Sherlock thought to himself.

However, Zoro was not only done, but also in trouble.

"So why should I listen to you, a woman?" Zoro said angrily to Nami.

"Who told you to owe me money in Rogge Town?" Nami pointed at Ikarem, who was lying on the ground and seriously injured; "If you save the princess of their country, you will get 10 billion Beli, the money you owe You don’t have to pay it back.”

Zoro put his hand on his forehead and said helplessly: "But I will return the 10 Baileys to you later." After all, both Yukizuru and the Third Generation Kitetsu were gifts from the owner of the knife shop.

"There is still interest." Nami showed a sly smile like a cat that has stolen food: "I lend you 10, and you have to pay me back three times. Now I am still short of 20 Baileys in interest. ."

Zoro was about to retort, but Nami's expression suddenly changed and she interrupted.

"You can't even keep your promise." Nami showed an expression of extreme contempt, as if Zoro had done something unforgivable.

"Or are you afraid that you won't be able to beat the booger thrower?"

"Oh, damn it!" Zoro was sweating profusely and ran away with a dark face, looking for Princess Weiwei.

How can an upright and simple green-haired samurai compete with a sharp-tongued sailor lady?

Looking at Zoro's retreating back, Nami stuck out her tongue playfully.

Ikarem, who was lying on the ground, was extremely speechless. He already regretted entrusting Princess Weiwei to this devilish woman.

Princess Weiwei, please don't let anything happen to you! Uncle Curly-Hair prayed silently in his heart.

On the other side, the Straw Hat boy who had taken a pee at night was looking at the bounty hunters lying on the ground in great shock.

"Fa, what happened?"

Luffy picked up a bounty hunter, shook him vigorously, and asked extremely anxiously: "Hey, it doesn't matter, who did this?"

The poor bounty hunter almost vomited blood due to Luffy's rough movements. He subconsciously replied: "One, the green-haired swordsman" and then passed out.

"Damn the green-haired swordsman Zoro, don't you think the food cooked by these kind people is delicious, you bastard?"

The idiot captain suddenly became furious. He roared and ran into the distance to find some "ungrateful" green algae head.

So the question is, what is the probability that a fool and an idiot will meet in a small town?

Leave this issue aside for now.

Princess Weiwei, also known as SS., who knew nothing about these things, followed the screams on Wednesday and finally found her friend's pet and mount on the roof of a house, as well as the culprit who captured him. .

".Glasses"

"Quack, quack, quack," Karu looked excited at first when he saw his master coming, and then he screamed anxiously, as if urging Weiwei to leave here quickly.

Looking at the tied up Lu Xingya, Weiwei yelled angrily at a man with glasses: "You bastard, what did you do to Karu?" Then Weiwei swung a weapon on a chain, like an angry female. He rushed towards Sherlock who was still reading the information like a lion, completely ignoring the other party's reward of 7000 million Baileys.

peacock saw

"What did I do?" Sherlock waved his hand without raising his head, thinking.

magic rope

A mirror image of a two-finger-thick hemp rope appeared out of thin air, and then it shot out at Weiwei like a spiritual snake. With a sweet cry, Princess Weiwei was tied up tightly in the blink of an eye, with her hands behind her back. He fell to the ground helplessly, just like her pet.

"Quack, quack," Karoo Duck yelled angrily at Sherlock.

"That's all I did," Sherlock replied calmly.

As he spoke, Sherlock had a thought in his mind, and the magic rope slowly floated up together with Weiwei and her pet duck Karu.

Putting the information in his hand into the mirror space, Sherlock turned to look at Weiwei in mid-air, "Okay, I've finished answering your questions. In return, shouldn't you also answer my questions? Miss Wednesday, I'm right Your organization is very curious.”

"" Weiwei didn't reply, and a seductive flush appeared on her fair and beautiful face.

By the way, although Sherlock is not as chivalrous as Sanji, he is still an elegant gentleman.Sherlock still couldn't bear to hurt a beautiful girl, so when he tied up Weiwei, Sherlock specifically chose a binding method that he learned from books that could minimize the sense of restraint and pain.

But Sherlock didn't know that this binding method was not just used to bind prisoners.

The scientific name of this binding method is: turtle shell binding.

When .5 and ss. Valentine found their target, they saw this scene.

Under the full moon, a handsome young man dressed in black stood on the roof. A noisy wind blew his black hair, and the transparent lenses reflected two soul-stirring rays of light.

Floating in front of him were two large things, a large duck with a hat, and the target of their mission, the princess of Alabasta, Neferutari Vivi.

The rope art on Princess Weiwei's body is so beautiful. Even though she is separated by several layers of clothes, this exquisite binding method still perfectly reflects the fullness of the girl's chest and the pertness of her back.

The rope on her body slowly wriggled like a tentacle, and the feeling it brought was stimulating the blue-haired girl's sensitive body all the time. Her slender legs were intertwined uneasily, her fair face and cheeks were white, and her breathing gradually changed. He became anxious, a pair of spring-like eyes staring fiercely at the man with glasses, and there seemed to be something strange mixed with the shame and anger in his eyes.

For a time, the atmosphere was a little awkward.

"Pervert, pervert" ss. Valentine muttered, her pretty face blushing slightly, and she used the parasol in her hand to cover the slightly eroded scene in front of her.

.5 glanced at the man with glasses in front of him with a very strange look, and thought to himself: "This guy is really good at playing, and he ties up men, which is understandable. But Princess Weiwei is a great beauty, you don't even want to let go of a duck." What's going on? I'll go, this taste is too strange."

At this time, Sherlock, who was using this binding method for the first time, did not notice anything wrong, but he vaguely felt that the two guys who suddenly appeared seemed to have misunderstood something.

And it's a very serious misunderstanding