[One Piece] Dionysus’ third-rate script

How to find common ground between running a pirate group and ruling a country? This is not a big or small problem. It is not difficult for Doflamingo, who is extremely talented, to solve it. It is just a matter of reading more books. This man's reading range is endless, ranging from modern medicine to religious theology, from politics and diplomacy to social psychology. Who knows whether he is just passing the time or is really studying with concentration. In short, Dressrosa was indeed managed well by him on the surface.

However, after all, there is a huge class gap between kings and pirates. Even if someone transcends moral boundaries like Doflamingo, in order to be a decent king, he still has to go on a sunny Sunday. The Ministry of Commerce woke up from the bedroom and asked to go out and negotiate with neighboring countries on border issues and trade contracts for the next year.

Don't expect him to sit on the chair honestly, or squat on the chair to negotiate a good plan to get the best of both worlds. The bad water in his stomach that boils like lava all year round is constantly pushing the accumulated wealth. All kinds of strange knowledge. Doflamingo always maximized his own interests during negotiations, and then smiled provocatively at the red face of the negotiator on the other side.

Whenever this happened, even Monet, who was taking minutes of the meeting next to him, couldn't figure out whether the young master really wanted to fight for those extra scattered pieces of land, or was he simply trying to laugh at the other party's weak and unwilling face?

I wanted to rush up and slap Doflamingo, but he was the King of the Shichibukai, and there were other larger forces behind him. People who are laughed at often can only let the slap fall on their legs, sign the contract with trembling hands, and rush back as if there is something dirty in this land.

In the past four years, Doflamingo has dealt with many territorial disputes with neighboring countries. Before another upcoming round of world conferences, he still has to "discuss" with the neighboring countries in the southwest corner about the sovereignty of nearby waters. , so that he could have the multi-masted sailing ship that he ordered with a lot of money dock in the port in a graceful manner and take him to Marigioa for a world conference that was as boring as going to jail.

The two words that the Don Quixote family is most afraid of hearing from this man is "boring". Once he has this emotion, no one can predict what he will do next.

Monet, who was holding the document, saw Doflamingo change his head-supporting posture again, and was shocked by his increasingly exaggerated smile.

"Fufufufu, I haven't come yet. I'm really being underestimated now."

There was no smile in his voice. Monet looked up at the clock on the wall. There were only three minutes left before the agreed start time of the meeting. If he hadn't shown up by now, I'm afraid today's meeting would end early.

There are plenty of partners, but the young master's mood is the most important thing. Monnet marked off the negotiation meeting from the morning agenda, looked at the next thing that needed to be reported, and said:

"Those researchers encountered strong convection and hurricanes on the sea. It is difficult to estimate the time of travel delay. Do we need to send someone to bring them back?"

The man's smile froze for a moment with his hands folded to support his head, and he could not say anything about this sudden incident caused by force majeure.

"Ask a few reliable people to go, and bring more experienced navigators. Don't let them make any mistakes. Don't delay another day."

Doflamingo jumped off the chair and walked out of the conference room while talking.

"We just set out yesterday and started asking for help from me today. Those research funds are not as cost-effective as spreading them in the sea to feed betta fish."

When he was opening the door in a big way to leave the conference room, someone else opened the door from the outside first. The person outside the door was not a knowledgeable and domineering genius. He was facing a situation where he would face a powerful pirate as soon as he opened the door. Seems extremely busy.

"I am, I am"

Doflamingo began to look at the aristocratic young man in front of him who was so nervous that he stuttered. He tried to raise his head to look at Doflamingo to show respect. However, due to the height difference between the two sides, he raised his head and made a sound in his cervical vertebrae. It was so loud that I almost burst into tears.

Another thing worth mentioning is that Doflamingo never likes waste.

"Fufufufu, there is no need to clean here yet, let's go down first."

He patted the young man on the shoulder, acted like a king, gave the young man a full show of authority, and made a gesture of walking outside.

Of course Doflamingo knew who the guy at the door was. He was a coward who couldn't even look at his face and say a complete sentence. If he didn't humiliate him, it would be too high a view of Doflamingo's character. .

"What are you cleaning? I'm Figo"

"It must be that my dress is not appropriate enough, which caused your misunderstanding."

A woman wearing a pure black business suit walked out from behind the aristocratic young man. Black-rimmed glasses with brown lenses were as big as half of her face, and her thick bangs completely obscured her appearance. In addition, she is also wearing a straw hat that does not match her style, making it unclear whether she is dressing up like this for formality or for casualness.

The combination of this black suit and skirt made her look like an ordinary salesman. If she hadn't been quite tall, she wouldn't have been able to spot her even if she was thrown into a crowd. Compared with the well-dressed prince beside her, she was not only not decent enough, but even too careless.

"This is the eldest prince of the Kingdom of Figoligo, His Highness Celtic. As the accompanying secretary, I should be more solemn. I am really ashamed."

The accompanying female officer stiffened slightly when she raised her head, and then she naturally pushed up the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose. The chain of the glasses swayed a few times by her ears, and a strand of short black hair was drawn out. She said admiringly to Doflamingo, who looked at her with interest.

"But I have heard that King Dressrosa loves his people like a son and is considerate of them. Today I saw that he truly lives up to his reputation. He is still so considerate even when he treats the servants in the palace. He is truly a true gentleman who is the same on the outside as he is on the outside."

As long as there is one more person present, they will scream in surprise when they hear this sentence. Anyone who calls Doflamingo a true gentleman must be either a lunatic or a fool.

"Although I know that I have always had a good reputation, you are still the first person to speak in front of me. You are a bit brave."

Doflamingo gave her a step down, and he took a step forward, using his height advantage to ignore the Celtic prince sandwiched between them, and looked down at the female officer playing with her hat. The man in the flowered shirt and the woman in formal clothes stood at the door. This place was no longer a conference room in the palace, but more like Doflamingo being dragged to sell insurance on the street.

But she didn't feel that she said anything shocking. She sighed slowly behind the noble young man and said with some emotion:

"Your ability is naturally obvious to all. As the first heir to King Pus, His Highness Celtic, we in the country all hope that he can become as good a lord as you."

Kelt, who was still at a loss where he was, found his state again when his name was called, as if he had been released from his body. He saluted Doflamingo, then smiled at Monet who had re-arranged the conference room seats behind him, and responded:

"Yes, what the teacher said is absolutely true. I want to learn more from you in today's negotiation."

One of them praised him to the sky without any limit, and the other started to promise to learn from him. The two of them sang and harmonized, and they really smoothed things over.

Doflamingo was obviously more interested in Celtic's accompanying secretary than in Celtic himself. He caught the woman's sudden hesitation the moment she saw him. I don't know what the connection between him and her is, but he can make her so frightened in the first place?

"Fufufufufufu, let's start by observing the time. If you are three minutes late, even I can't guarantee what will happen."

Seeing the tall man blocking the door turn around and walk into the conference room, the female officer said a few more words that were spot on. Kelt was pushed by her, and he mustered up the courage to take a seat under Monet's arrangement.

When the negotiations really started, Doflamingo realized that this accompanying secretary was not just glib. Every time he threw out a trap hidden in the terms, she would point it out in a tactful but irresistible gesture, and modify it into a plan acceptable to both parties.

From the moment she entered the house, she kept her and Celtic's attitude very low. She took advantage of this disparity in strength to hold Doflamingo up high. As long as she proposed a win-win plan for them, Doflamingo would not be able to refuse due to emotion and reason.

If he were just a rare smart person, he would seem lackluster. There are many smart people around the emperor of the dark world. There was only one reason that allowed him to stay in the chair until now, a reason that even made him feel a little ridiculous.

There was a silent understanding between him and this cunning female official. It was like she could always predict his next words, constantly disrupting his rhythm of advancing the negotiation process.

Doflamingo crossed his legs and sat on the back of the chair, maintaining a delicate balance in this position that allowed him to overlook everyone in the room. He listened to Monet and her checking what had been negotiated one by one, especially the issue of seasonal port rental, and suddenly interrupted.

"Secretary, do you know that there are things in this world that are hard to come by and it would be a crime to waste any money on them?"

The female officer sat opposite him. Hearing this, she put down the document in her hand and responded cooperatively: "Please give me your advice."

He jumped from the chair to the floor, grinned and leaned forward on the table, almost touching her with his height advantage. The female officer, who was comfortable just now, was not used to this kind of close contact. She lowered the brim of her hat awkwardly and forced herself to look at him out of etiquette.

The tall monarch smiled evilly, giving people an ominous premonition out of thin air.

"It's time. Please let me wait today. Now that the business has been finalized, it's time to discuss how to compensate me."

The Celtic prince who was rubbing his hands at the side was a little dissatisfied with his claim that came out of thin air and said.

"Since we are rushing to make the appointment within the agreed time, it is a bit unreasonable for you to say this."

The person he was talking about ignored him. Doflamingo casually glanced at the left chest of his coat, tilted his head back and asked.

"Within the agreed time? I remember that you obviously delayed a lot of time, right Monet?"

Monet hugged the organized documents to his chest, raised his head to confirm the time, and agreed.

"Yes, the Celtic Prince did arrive in the conference room ten minutes after the meeting started."

After receiving the affirmative answer, Doflamingo lowered his head in satisfaction, and then evened his gaze to Kelt.

"The concept of time is very important, little prince, this is the first lesson I will teach you."

Enraged by his rogue behavior, the Celtic prince showed him the watch under his sleeves, pointed at the dial and spoke clearly to him.

"I remember exactly that I opened the door with three minutes left before the meeting started. His Majesty the King of Dressrosa, I saw it with my own eyes."

The blond pirate man spread his hands and said.

"It's normal for countries to have time differences. In my kingdom, of course you have to follow my rules."

How could there be a time difference between two countries with almost the same longitude? He thought this strong statement was not irritating enough, so he added another sentence.

"I'll send someone to give you a Dressrosa watch later, but don't be embarrassed to accept it. I am such a kind-hearted king."

"you!"

After saying this, he turned around and looked at the female officer.

"What do you think, Miss Secretary?"

Through the brightly colored sunglasses, neither of them could see each other's eyes, but the female officer knew that if she didn't give him a satisfactory explanation today, she might not be able to leave safely. However, Doflamingo's attack came much later than she expected, which was already the best situation.

She held down the restless prince next to her and signaled him not to confront this man head-on. Then he slowed down his speaking speed and slowly raised his waist to make himself appear more imposing. The female officer nodded to Doflamingo, who was staring at her with no idea of ​​what bad intentions he had, and raised the brim of his hat.

"Of course I do as the Romans do. I just don't know what kind of rare treasures can be worth your time?"

When she said this, she was thinking that it was nothing more than valuable items such as treasures, land deeds, and mineral resources. She had already set aside some parts that could be given to him during the negotiation, and the rights were just taxes.

The tall blond man walked around the long conference table towards where the female officer was sitting opposite. His voice was neither loud nor quiet, enough for everyone in the conference room to hear clearly.

"Since it is a priceless thing, it must be repaid with something of a sky-high price."

As he spoke, he had already walked behind the female official and the prince, and a dark cloud hung over them both.

"I want half of your country to be my people."

To ask for the people of a country is to dismantle a country. The royal young man who was angered by this request spoke sullenly.

"You cherish the new people, and I naturally do the same. Please allow me to reject this decision."

The female officer, who had a clear grasp of the logic of Celtic's speech, had no time to stop the disaster he blurted out.

"As long as it's not this kind of request, I can agree to anything you say."

Falling short of success. The female officer sighed deeply in her heart, waiting for the king who succeeded in his scheme to make the final judgment on the two of them, or rather, on her.

Doflamingo smiled meaningfully.

"Fufufufufu, if you care about the people so much, you already have the qualities to be a good king."

He raised his hand and put it on Kelt's shoulder, using his body weight to put pressure on him, and then said.

"Just trade your secretary for the majority of people. Leave her in Dressrosa and let me use her for a few days. Time is exchanged for time. It's reasonable."

Only then did his true purpose come out. The heavy pressure on his shoulders could not extinguish Celtic's anger, the prince retorted.

"This lady is not only my secretary, but also my mentor. The World Conference is coming soon, and the teacher must go to Mariejoia with me. Please make other plans."

The female officer listened to him go over all the mistakes he would make in negotiations in just a few sentences, and was filled with emotion at the effectiveness of his teaching.

Rotten wood cannot be carved. If this continues, the other party will make even more extreme demands, and then force you to make the debate question a multiple-choice question. Originally, they did not have the hard power to negotiate terms with Dressrosa, and it was almost impossible to leave without paying a price.

She ignored the two people who were at war with each other next to her, took off her straw hat and put it on the table, and slowly tied up her hair.

"You have been certified by my good king, little prince, and it's time to graduate. Besides, your teacher can't stay with you forever. I just moved the time a little earlier, just like you were supposed to be here early today. .”

Doflamingo, who was pressed to the side and was almost out of breath, stared at her face, as if he wanted to see something. He spoke to Celtic, but his eyes never left hers.

But he found nothing. The female officer put on her straw hat again and ended their confrontation before her student made some mistakes that she could not undo.

"As His Majesty the King of Dressrosa said, Prince, you have become a person who can stand alone."

At least according to her expected teaching effect, this is the case.

"But teacher, I still need it"

He was pressed down hard by Doflamingo's shoulders, but in Doflamingo's eyes, the weakness of others was a matter of course, and he didn't even realize that he was a burden to others. . The Celtic prince was so pressed that half of his body was numb, but he still kept his face and refused to say a word.

"Fufufufu, why does it feel like life and death? I already told you that I'm just lending her a few days, and I'll let her go back with good arms and legs."

Celtic's bodyguards were all blocked outside the palace, and it was impossible for him to contend with the great pirate of the Shichibukai. Now the two of them are nothing more than fish and meat on a plate. Doflamingo is willing to give him some face. This is a miracle after showing great kindness.

“Dressrosa’s beautiful scenery is unparalleled in the world. I’ve long wanted to visit it, but unfortunately I’ve been busy with work and haven’t had much free time.”

The female officer, who had not spoken for a long time, smiled at Kelt and agreed to the business.

"How about you just give me a holiday? Your Highness, Celtic."

The face of the royal young man changed again and again. Doflamingo stood up and walked back to the opposite side of them, when he heard Celtic say something muffled.

"Since the teacher said so"

The king kidnapped his "queen", and the young prince no longer had a chess piece to play. This game was a complete failure for him.

Next, the female officer completed the handover of the work despite Doflamingo's unabashed scrutiny. Because the man who had absolute say in Dressrosa requested this, the female officer could only watch the escort take Celtic away. .

With red eyes, the young man from the royal family apologized to the female officer over and over again, regretting that he did not arrive as promised. When he mentioned it, the female officer remembered that she hadn't asked him where he had been and why he hadn't been seen all morning, and it almost delayed the negotiation.

"I actually wanted to give you this. I spent the whole morning walking around the streets of Dressrosa and only found one flower shop selling red roses."

The young man took out a rose from the pocket of his formal attire. Even though it had been away from the soil for a long time, it was still as bright and dazzling as a flaming cloud that stayed in the sky.

"Can the teacher see its color?"

After receiving the blooming Corolla rose and listening to his voice full of hope, the female officer failed to give him the answer he wanted to hear.

The black-haired woman smiled palely and said warmly.

"I'm afraid I've let down your kindness again."

Hearing these expected words, the young man began to comfort the woman in front of him before he could feel disappointed.

"Please don't blame yourself, even if it's a thousand times, ten thousand times, ten thousand flowers or one hundred thousand flowers, as long as there is a slight chance that the teacher can see the color, I will be willing to try it."

Such strong and sincere words made the female officer, who had never shown her emotions, sincerely laugh. She lowered her voice, and her words were as soft as the breeze blowing over the grass.

"Can you describe its color to me?"

The young man blushed from his cheeks to the tips of his ears, and answered with a high-pitched voice.

"This is my honor! This rose is richer than fire, lighter than wine, like half-solidified blood, and like the burning sunset."

As he kept making comparisons, he suddenly realized something.

"I'm sorry, I forgot that you don't know the colors of these things either."

The woman didn't feel offended by him, she pinched the rose and smiled good-naturedly.

"That's enough, Your Highness, your description is wonderful."

The young prince scratched his head and smiled sheepishly, and reluctantly said goodbye to his teacher. The guard took the luggage from his hand and was about to set off when the Celtic prince heard the teacher behind him asking for no reason.

"The King of Dressrosa, what color is his hair?"

The young man thought for a moment, and even though he hated this rogue king to the point of itching his teeth, he still turned around and took every question of the teacher seriously.

"Bright gold, teacher."

"It's not as impetuous as gold, nor as thin as platinum. If I really want to describe it, it's probably like the warm glow that the sun shines on the world at sunrise and sunset."

He sighed in an ungrateful manner.

"It's really incredible that this kind of person can have such bright and warm colors."

He looked at the thoughtful teacher and asked doubtfully.

"Why do you ask this?"

She smiled faintly, covered her face with a straw hat, and turned around, leaving behind the students who were still waiting for answers.

"I'm just interested. Please take care of yourself, Your Highness."

The female officer walked towards the blond king at the entrance of the palace.

She took off the glasses with brown lenses she had been wearing, and a colorless world was reflected in her pure black eyes as calm as ancient wells. Gray bricks and stones are arranged into a smooth road, and dark bricks and stones arranged regularly draw the pirate group's logo on the ground. The dark outer wall locked the palace as if it were made of cement. The dark clouds fluttering in the sky, the quarreling sparrows on the treetops are as dark as ravens, and the pine trees planted along the road are so shadowy that people feel fear. Whether it is a living thing or a dead thing, in her eyes, the difference is nothing more than "black, white and gray".

She walked forward.

A beam of light crashed into her lifeless field of vision from a distance, inexplicably lighting up a corner of her world. His facial features and body were still silent in the black and white painting, and even the feathered coat that seemed overly exaggerated and gorgeous to others was just a mist-like gray in her eyes.

Only his uneven short golden hair shone brightly.

She saw the blond man waiting for her with his pocket in his pocket, like the ancient ancestors seeing the sparks lighting up the sky for the first time in the long night, and she could no longer take her attention away.

In her world with withered colors, how could such a color as bright as pearls and gleaming like lanterns appear?

"Is the so-called golden color so eye-burning?"

The blond man heard the female officer whisper something and shouted from the front to ask her what she said.

She put her glasses back on and replied with a smile.

"Just curious how I can be of service to you."