One Piece: The Magician

ss. I’m in a very bad mood right now on Valentine’s Day.

Think about it, as a killer, she first encountered a powerful enemy that she could not resist while performing a mission. When the mission failed, she was captured alive by the enemy. What was even more unlucky was that she somehow found out the true identity of her boss. And being chased by my former colleagues was like a bloody misfortune for eight lifetimes.

"Am I abandoned by this world?" Miss Killer lay weakly on the table, feeling dejected.

At this moment, with the sound of opening the door, dazzling sunlight illuminated the originally dark cabin, but it soon became dark again, and another figure appeared in the cabin.

ss. Valentine's Day straightened up immediately and glared at the culprit in front of him who had put him in this situation.

Sherlock sat across from SS Valentine, looking at the other person's messy hair and obvious dark circles, the corners of his mouth raised.He tapped the table rhythmically with his slender fingers, making the already very haggard girl even more irritable.

"It seems you slept well last night," Sherlock said calmly.

"" Miss Killer clenched her silver teeth, and stared fiercely at the hateful man with glasses with a pair of bloodshot blue eyes. If eyes could kill, Sherlock might have been stared to death by her countless times.

Sherlock turned a blind eye to the other party's malicious gaze. He pushed up his glasses and said, "I want to ask you a few questions. You can choose to answer or not."

"Humph" gave an extremely contemptuous snort. Without saying a word, SS Valentine turned his head and closed his eyes with a look of death, making it clear that he did not want to answer Sherlock's question.

Miss Killer's extremely uncooperative attitude was completely expected by Sherlock, so he sighed, took out a plate with a lid from the mirror space and placed it on the table. Then he gently lifted the lid. Open.

A refreshing and attractive fragrance instantly filled the entire cabin.

Could this familiar smell be

After sniffing gently, ss. Valentine's Day immediately opened his eyes wide and turned to look.

The source of the fragrance is a light yellow cake-shaped object. The two-finger thick round cake is surrounded by a circle of dark lace, and there is a big heart with deep red jam in the middle. It looks extremely tempting.

"Lemon pie" Ss. Valentine lost her voice, her heartbeat speeding up in vain. This thing was too tempting for Miss Killer who hadn't eaten anything for a day.

"Wrong" Sherlock corrected:

“It’s a secret lemon pie filled with the love of Sanji, the sous chef of Barati at Tokai Sea Restaurant.”

After saying that, Sherlock raised his right hand, and a shiny table knife appeared in his hand, and then he explained lightly while cutting the lemon pie;

"The lemons are selected from the golden orchards in Donghai specially for the nobles. The eggs and flour are also the best among the best, not to mention the chef who made it. He is the overall champion of this year's Donghai Cuisine Competition. The most important thing is that he carefully prepared it." The price of such a secretly made top-notch lemon pie at the Glitter Gold Merchant Guild must be at least [-] Baileys."

Sherlock cut the lemon pie into perfect six equal parts as if he had measured it with a precise machine. The aroma became more and more attractive, and the rising heat combined with the red and yellow fillings made it even more attractive. Dense beauty.

ss. Valentine's Day stared straight at the lemon pie on the table, swallowing saliva, and his heart was in turmoil.

What to do? What to do? What to do

This bastard with glasses is so despicable. He actually brought out such a tempting thing. How did he know that I like to eat lemon pie? Damn it, I really want to eat it, but I am really unwilling to tell this information. hateful guy

By the way, Miss Killer came up with a plan in a hurry.

I can pretend to agree to him first, and then turn my back on him after eating. Anyway, he doesn’t dare to do anything to me. Haha, I’m so smart.

Thinking of this, ss. Valentine's Day immediately sat upright, her pretty face flushed slightly, and she looked like she was ready to give up.

"Haha, do you think you can pry open my mouth with just this thing?" Miss Killer said with pretended contempt, but the excitement in her tone could be heard by anyone.

Sherlock looked at her strangely when he heard this, frowned slightly and said, "Hey, when did I say I would feed it to you?"

Hey hey hey, director, this script is wrong.

ss. Valentine's Day suddenly froze, looking at Sherlock with disbelief in his eyes.

However, Sherlock was minding his own business and dispersed the image of the table knife, then picked up a piece of lemon pie with his hand, took a bite of it, chewed it carefully, then narrowed his eyes intoxicated and murmured in a low voice. murmured:

"Ah, this lemon pie slowly melts in your mouth. The texture is so delicate and elegant."

"The crispy and rich skin is baked just right, and the sweet and sour filling perfectly reflects the most natural deliciousness that comes from the lemon itself."

"It's so outstanding. This lemon pie is so outstanding. It's worthy of Sanji."

""

ss. Looking at Sherlock who was intoxicated with delicious food on Valentine's Day, his heart felt like a hundred thousand Neptunes rushing past.

Co-author: What you said just now is just to covet my mother? How can a person be so shameless?

Sherlock's elegant dining movements are so pleasing to the eye that they can even be included in textbooks teaching aristocratic etiquette.But in the eyes of SS. Valentine, these are simply the most obscene actions in the entire Grand Line.

Sherlock ate in small bites. Soon, he finished the first piece, so he picked up the second piece.

The corners of SS. Valentine's mouth twitched slightly. She felt that this hateful man with glasses was not eating lemon pie, but eating her heart.

Biting into the lemon pie, it hurt her heart.

When Sherlock picked up the third piece, SS Valentine quickly reached out to the plate with his little paws while the other party was not paying attention.

Unlimited gun control

Dozens of loaded muskets suddenly appeared out of thin air in the cabin, and the black muzzles were all pointed at SS. Valentine. At the same time, Sherlock raised his head slightly, and the lenses on his face reflected two cold lights full of murderous intent. .

Miss Killer's hair stood on end for a moment, and she showed a look of reluctance, but she still took her hand back honestly under the threat of gunpoint.

When Sherlock picked up the fourth piece, bursts of oozing black air seemed to emerge from SS Valentine's body.

When Sherlock picked up the fifth piece, SS Valentine was completely numb, staring blankly at the remaining lemon pie on the plate.

And when Sherlock was about to pick up the last piece of lemon pie, Miss Killer finally couldn't sit still.

What a meow, you really think I’m easy to bully, don’t you?

If you don’t break out in silence, you will perish in silence.

I saw SS. Valentine pulling the plate containing the lemon pie over at lightning speed. The movement was so fast that Sherlock could only catch an afterimage.Ignoring the ready-to-go muskets around her, she grabbed the last piece of lemon pie, opened her "bloody mouth" and swallowed it in one gulp.

This extremely unladylike eating gesture made Sherlock shake his head.

Miss Killer chewed extremely hard, as if she was chewing Sherlock's flesh instead of soft lemon pie.

ss. Valentine's Day had even forgotten her original intention. Instead of feeling the deliciousness of the food, she looked at Sherlock's face expectantly.

"I'll make you sick even if I say anything."

When she saw that hateful man with glasses showing a surprised expression, SS. Valentine felt as if she had received revenge, and her whole body felt indescribably happy. That feeling was so good that she was about to fly away. Even the spicy taste like hell in your mouth

Um, spicy

In an instant, SS. Valentine's face turned red, as if there was a fire burning inside.

"It's so stupid." Sherlock looked at Miss Killer who seemed to be spitting out fire. He pushed up his glasses slightly, his face as calm as usual.