[One Piece] Dionysus’ third-rate script

A man who looked like a businessman stood in front of the boss's desk, dancing and saying something. Even the sound of sparks constantly bursting out of the fireplace could not cover up his excited accusation. To make such a proud and reserved capitalist cry heartbreakingly like he is bankrupt, it is hard to imagine what bitterness he is pouring out on the woman sitting behind the table.

"That was the best price I got for a shipment of olive oil in a season. I originally planned to buy a decent gift for my godfather on his birthday with the payment for that shipment, but it was robbed just like that."

"It's not a big deal if I don't have money, but my piety and respect for the godfather are all in it. What do you think I should do?"

The brightly dressed businessman kept turning his palms back and forth, and tears started to fall again as he spoke. There were several men in suits standing beside the wall that was not favored by the light. They had long been accustomed to this kind of scene. They leaned against the wall and listened to the conversation in silence.

The dark-haired woman behind the table rested her elbows on the long ebony table, covered half of her face with her half-gloved left hand, and stirred the steaming black coffee in the cup with her other hand. There was something attractive about her voice, mixed with the cold laughter.

"It's not okay to shed tears all the time on such a good day. Stop crying now."

She stood up, picked up a pack of cigarettes from the table with her right hand, and handed it to her left hand naturally. As she spoke, she walked around from behind the table to the businessman. She just held the cigarette case in circles with her index finger and thumb, with no intention of taking a puff.

"My father's friends are naturally my friends. I will convey your respect and admiration to my father, and he will understand you."

The bright-faced woman laughed so hard that he was stunned. The businessman listened to the other party and spoke slowly.

"That olive oil will sail back to your port without a drop. My friend, go back and sleep in peace. You look very haggard."

Being protected by the Pansabene family is the dream of every businessman doing business on Mignon Island. He took out his handkerchief and wiped away his tears, said hello repeatedly, and expressed his feelings with a few extravagant compliments. gratitude.

The businessman looked at the hot young mafia in front of him. Since she acted as the agent for the old godfather's affairs on Mignon Island and even the North Sea, many businessmen like her have flocked from other seas, hoping to use her east wind to make a profitable business. Or hold on to this thigh as soon as possible, and when she becomes the leader of the family in the future, she will have many strong backers.

The world is in such chaos now. If you want to rely on the world government to deal with pirates, it is better to join the mafia and wait for them to take advantage of them.

It is obvious to all how much the old godfather values ​​his adopted daughter. If we didn't mention the fact that she almost lost her life trying to help the old godfather stop the assassin, others would doubt that she was so loved. Could it be that she was the old godfather's illegitimate daughter or something?

It's a pity that no one dares to take the risk of taking a bullet to touch the godfather's bad luck. Everyone knows that he has been pure for decades for his wife who died young. He adopted many children despite being accused of betraying Sicilian tradition. So far, none of the two boys and two girls under his knees is his biological flesh and blood.

Three or five of his men sent the businessman out, and the woman leaned on the table and took out a slender cigarette from the cigarette case. Before she could light up her cigarette, a breath of wind, snow and chill rushed in from outside the door. The visitor didn't care that the door was not completely closed. He strode to the table and picked up the only cup of black coffee on the table. After putting it in his mouth, he let out a sigh that warmed his whole insides.

"Ha - this cup of coffee really saved my life. Madam, you are so considerate."

Ilarya simply put the cigarette back into the cigarette case, crossed her arms and smiled at her disciple.

"This coffee is for useful people, Giacomo, where is what I want?"

The tall young man with brown curly hair shook the snow off his coat, took out a white medicine bottle that had been warmed by body temperature from his arms, held it in his hand and shook it towards Ilariya.

"Are you worried about me doing something? It's all here. I increased the dose as you requested."

Giacomo came to her side and handed the medicine to her hesitantly. He looked at Ilaria's pale face and her thin body still wrapped in fur, and added thoughtfully.

"I know you won't listen if I say it, but I still have to say it. Addiction is a trivial matter. The big deal is just spending more money, but"

The brown-haired young man watched helplessly as Ilaria poured a handful of pills into her palm. The white synthetic pills were particularly dazzling on the black gloves. Seeing that she swallowed the medicine without even needing water, Giacomo showed an expression of both intolerance and anger.

"But your drug resistance is getting stronger and stronger. If the effect of the drug continues to increase, sooner or later your body will be unable to bear it."

He added in his mind, in fact, you are already overwhelmed.

After taking these pills, Ilaria's frown suddenly softened. She turned to look at Giacomo, with no emotion in her voice.

"How long have we known each other? Giacomo."

It was a confusing word, but Giacomo knew what she was going to say. He sighed irritably and listened to Ilaria urging him to ask him again, and answered perfunctorily.

"Five years and three months, madam, do you need me to repeat how heavy the snow was on the day we met and how deep the wounds on my body were?"

The woman winked slyly and said with a slight smile.

"It's a good thing to sit together and reminisce about the past on a cold day. Since you said so, please tell me carefully."

Giacomo shot himself in the foot. Just when he regretted that he couldn't help but be mean, he looked around the corner as if he saw a savior.

A long-haired cat wearing narrow-framed sunglasses appeared in the corner at some point. The gold chain on his body flashed with every step he took, giving him a strong sense of dissonance.

Seeing this, Ilaria quietly hid the medicine with her, hugged her coat tightly and walked over with a smile.

When this strangely colored cat appeared, the lady had no time to give him some questions for him to answer until his brain was overloaded. Giacomo listened to Ilaria dismissing him casually, and smiled sincerely at the cat in her arms.

Even though the cat didn't want to talk to him at all.

"It's strange that you came extra early today, Mr. Doflamingo."

"I also hate cold places. This time I go back to the peninsula to celebrate papà's birthday. I have to find a way to change my job with someone else."

"Hey - then I still need to work hard to survive for a while."

Giacomo looked at his boss, who was trying to talk to his pet, and had mixed feelings for a moment.

He said that the dose of that medicine should not be increased, and the lady was talking to herself more and more.

The big pirate, who looked like an ordinary cat to outsiders, huddled in her brown fur in a very lackluster manner, and kept encouraging her to find smart and sensible subordinates. Giacomo, who happened to come back to get his hat, didn't know that he was facing an unemployment crisis. He giggled very cooperatively, closed the door and went out again.

However, the topic was quickly diverted back to Doflamingo by Ilaria. She liked to hear this man tell his own things, even if most of these events had limited authenticity, she was willing to listen to them even as stories.

She stroked the big cat's fur down his back and said calmly.

"If that female officer is really as cunning as you say, I don't think such a person would be forced to stay out of helplessness. It would be more like taking advantage of a trick."

The long-haired cat lying on her lap didn't even raise his eyelids. The cold but slightly drunk medicinal rose had an excellent soothing effect on him. A deep man's voice sounded from the body of this fluffy feline. .

"What would you do with that woman?"

Ilaria lowered her eyes to think and said warmly.

"It's safest to put her in the position closest to you. After all, no matter what happens, you can handle it immediately, right?"

"Fufufufufufu, you're right."

The long-haired cat had his ears rubbed, and felt a little benefit from the semi-compliment. He lazily turned over and looked at her expression as she was still thinking about something.

The black-haired woman looks much younger than her peers due to years of malnutrition, but her facial features are extremely deep, and when she is not smiling, she looks like a statue of a goddess. She didn't know what she thought of, but suddenly she smiled, and her beautiful face suddenly became lively, so bright that it seemed unreal.

"But if I were her, maybe my target would be you from the beginning. I need a formal reason, a weak position that makes people relax their vigilance, to approach you, but by doing so, you play into my heart."

Ilaria began to stroke the long-haired cat's belly upwards, her grape-like eyes shining brightly with interest.

"When I have to do something that can only be done by your side, then I will slightly aggrieve myself and appear within your hunting range like a prey."

Her slightly cold voice always had a slight rise at the end. This sentence contained playfulness and teasing, which made the long-haired cat on her lap stand up, took a few steps back and began to look at her, trying to find the one in her memory. The shadow of a little girl who is always crying.

"Fufufufu, you are trapped in a hunting net and still struggling for life and death. I really want to see with your own eyes the farce performed by your enemy."

Ilaria also stood up to pour herself some coffee, and followed his words and said: "I would rather have fewer opportunities to perform like this than wrong myself at all."

Where has this girl's meek demeanor gone? The long-haired cat cursed, turned around and walked towards the warm couch next to the fire, while speaking.

"Move back from this hellish place as soon as possible. Mignon Island is not a place for living people to live."

"We won't meet here next time. Anyway, please condescend to me, Mr. Doflamingo."

Ilaria took a sip of black coffee. She had obviously never mentioned where this place was to him, but this man seemed to have a deep connection with this place. The pink fluff was curled up on the rocking chair. Ilaria looked at the curled up long-haired cat and hummed a song for some reason.

This is a lullaby that her mother sang to her most often when she was still at her mother's knees. The congenital deficiency made Ilaria's heart and lungs always overloaded. On those nights when she was tortured by illness, the red-haired lady always held her poor little daughter in her arms and whispered softly over and over again. Old songs passed down from generation to generation were sung to her.

"The gold cup and silver cup are filled with jade liquid and fine wine. Clouds and clouds, and the wind, carry me back to my hometown."

"The gorges of heaven and earth lie across the hills of Yunjing. The flowing light and the falling thunder send me back to my hometown."

"Hurry and send this traveler to a foreign land back to my mother's heart."

The melodious bass finally dispersed in the quiet air, and the people who had lost their mothers and hometowns were no longer children. I only hope that every soul wandering in the world can at least think of those golden and beautiful years in its dreams.

No one can stay in sleep forever, Dressrosa ushered in the sunrise of a new day, and the soldiers guarding the King's Heights received their first errand of the day as soon as they finished their shift.

"You said His Majesty the King invited you to play chess? Okay, where's the evidence?"

The soldiers on duty looked at the straw hat woman who looked like a salesperson in front of them suspiciously, fearing that she wanted to sneak into the palace and take the opportunity to sell hair restorer, shoe polish, insurance and the like to His Majesty the King.

Tiony pushed up his glasses and read out the customs clearance command that Monet wrote in the letter without any fluctuation.

"If heaven had not given birth to my king, Dressrosa would have been like a long night. His majesty, the king, is unparalleled in the world in terms of divine writings, sacred arts, and mighty talents."

The soldiers gathered around showed pained expressions. They were obviously tortured by this passage, and they felt like they would spit out another word if they heard it. The leading soldier guarding the city repeatedly waved his hand and told her that it was okay, not to recite it anymore, and sent someone to search her body to confirm. She let the person go after she didn't bring any dangerous items. To prevent her from wandering around and seeing something she shouldn't see, the captain assigned a young soldier to lead the way for her so that she could explain things to the family officials.

The two of them walked on the road for a while, and Dioni intentionally or unintentionally distanced themselves from each other, looking far away in a certain direction. The soldier leading the way was young and energetic, and did not yet understand the principle of silence being golden. He talked to Tione without any hesitation along the way, and acted as a tour guide to introduce the buildings in King's Heights to her. In his opinion, he must entertain His Majesty the King's guests well.

"I have to remind you that the dark dense forest in the northeastern part of the highland is absolutely forbidden. It is a restricted area designated by His Majesty the King."

"restricted area?"

The two of them kept walking, and the soldier looked ahead and explained to the people behind him.

"There are monsters in that forest. Otherwise, why would His Majesty the King build the palace here? It's all to protect the common people and prevent the monsters in the forest from coming down to cause trouble. He is indeed our benevolent King."

A smile appeared on the woman's face covered by a straw hat, and she seemed very interested in this matter.

"Has the ban on dense forests always existed, or was it promulgated only after His Majesty the King came to the throne?"

The soldier spoke with some disdain after hearing this.

"Of course it was promulgated by His Majesty the current King. How could that old and foolish King Liku care about our life or death?"

Tioni said "Oh" meaningfully and did not ask about this topic again. The two of them arrived at the entrance of the palace villa while talking without a word. The soldier asked her to stand still and ran to report to the maid-looking person standing in front of the villa. Tione looked at the maid and nodded, waving to her to walk over. So she pushed up her glasses and stepped forward, following the family leader into the villa.

The maid resisted her for no reason. She had a young and pretty face and refused to talk to her. The black-haired girl muttered about "weird women" and "no one can compare to her." The strange Tione couldn't quite hear what she was saying, and simply didn't care. She lowered her head and stared at the golden light projected by the morning sun on the floor, although to her it was just a shadow.

Occasionally when she meets other cadres, the maid will take the initiative to say good morning, and Dioni will also follow suit. A handsome guy in a suit who looks very masculine, an old man in a tight-fitting training suit, a female artist who covers her mouth and laughs at her dress, a man with a hedgehog head who is even more covered than she is, and so on. Except for a beautiful woman who looked to be about the same age as Dione and looked at her with unbearable and sad expressions, the attitudes of other cadres were neither salty nor indifferent. It was obvious that someone had told these arrogant pirates how to treat outsiders. By.

Arriving in front of a heavy and huge carved wooden door, the maid thought for a while and turned back to give Dioni a word.

"You'd better not have any useless thoughts. With the young master here, you can't pry out any secrets."

Hearing that the other party regarded him as an international spy, Tioni raised his straw hat and smiled kindly at her. The girl snorted and opened the door, telling her to wait here and the young master would come over after he got up. Dioni sat on a short sofa and looked at the reception room. Although she couldn't see the colors of these dazzling displays, she also understood that the room must be so-called "glorious and magnificent". The huge floor-to-ceiling windows made this reception room the best viewing spot for watching the sun or moon. Tioni sat sideways on the sofa, squinting out of the window through brown lenses, waiting for the king's summons.

At three o'clock in the morning, when the sun was so hot that Tioni, who was dressed in black, was about to burn, His Majesty the King entered the door with an apology without any sense of guilt, which could be heard in his smooth tone.

"Fufufufu, I'm actually late today. But time is like a loach that can't be grasped. Who can guarantee that it will be accurate every moment? You can understand, Miss Secretary."

What could Tione say? She tried her best to block his golden hair with her glasses and answered calmly.

"His Majesty the King has a lot of things to do all day long, so it is reasonable to take more time to rest. It is an honor for me to play chess with you at the same table."

Doflamingo nodded with satisfaction. He had a set of painted and gold-plated chess brought to the round table in front of the window. He slumped down on a couch covered with animal skins in front of the table. This tall and muscular man The man alone occupied an entire sofa. Opposite him, Tione sat upright on a rattan sofa chair, with his back straight, listening to Doflamingo using a phone bug to send Trebol to bring back the great hero Diamanti, and directly Take it to this drawing room.

After doing these things, the perverse king had time to talk about today's business. He crossed his legs and shook, and began to negotiate terms with Tioni with a smile.

Although the reason was clearly explained in the urgent letter sent by Monet this morning, Doflamingo repeated it to her here.

"Those so-called national players are all idiots. They are obviously very bad, but each one has more problems than the last. Even if I beat them, I will only feel bored."

"Perhaps the opponent who can bring me joy in the game has not been born yet, or maybe he has died somewhere long ago without even a chance to come to me."

He supported his head with his hands folded behind his head, stared at the crystal lamp on the ceiling, and said these words to express his invincible loneliness, and then tilted his head slightly towards her.

"I heard that you are the president of some kind of chess federation. How about playing two games with me?"

The man laughed softly, his tone lazy and dangerous.

"As long as you beat me, I will let you go back."

If Tione had the opportunity to spend more time with this perverse king, she would be able to tell immediately that this sentence is actually a trap used by Doflamingo. But she just thought in silence for a moment, and nodded happily to the blond man's request.

Opposite her, Doflamingo propped his head and laughed. He picked up the black king with gold threads on his clothes, held it in his hand and played with it, then threw it back to the volcanic rock ivory chessboard, where it landed on e8 on the throne.

"Since you are a guest, let me go first with the white chess piece, but don't disappoint me too much."

The cardigan on his body with floral and geometric patterns woven from gold silk makes him look less intimidating than a king, but the man lying on his side on the sofa looks like a leopard in a state of sleep, and his firm and plump abdominal muscles tell you , he has the explosive power to choke the enemy at any time.

The more relaxed this man is in your presence, the more you need to pray for this rare peace and be wary of this moody predator. When he attacks you with his absolutely dominating power, it will be useless to run away on the spot or kneel down to repent.

Playing chess with someone in a high position is not as simple as a pure game. You can say it is a political issue, a psychological issue, or even a philosophical issue, but don't underestimate the vertical and horizontal maneuvers on the chessboard.

Just like at this moment, Tioni knew that she had no choice but to go all out to win.