[One Piece] Dionysus’ third-rate script

In the room, the young man with brown curly hair choked his throat. He turned his head to look at the man paralyzed on the sofa beside him, and thought of the man's kick directly in front of his face. Seeing Giacomo secretly sizing him up, Doflamingo grabbed a handful of dew on his coat and sneered maliciously.

Giacomo's straight-backed figure felt inexplicably desolate. He looked toward the spiral staircase in the distance as if asking for help. Seeing that Ilaria had no intention of coming down from the stairs, he had to close his eyes and count down in his mind. If the boss doesn't come out after ten seconds, don't blame him for striking first.

When Ilarya, wearing a cashmere nightgown, tied up her hair and went down to the first floor, the atmosphere in the living room was already very lively. Giacomo talked to Doflamingo with an expression as if he was ready to die. He didn't even blush after receiving several teasing words, and he wholeheartedly served this unknown man.

Doflamingo was grinning and laughing at Giacomo, who couldn't even do a good job in public relations for his boss's image, causing a storm in the city. Giacomo blushed in frustration and wanted to defend himself. Seeing this, Ilaria no longer leaned on the railing to watch the show, picked up her shawl and walked over with a smile.

"I told him to do that, and Giacomo has never let me down when it comes to carrying out orders."

She deliberately walked towards Giacomo, who was restless, and gave him some momentum support. When she was almost in front of the two of them, she turned towards Doflamingo and smiled with narrowed eyes.

"Don't bully my lovely subordinate too much, the evil-minded Mr. Doflamingo."

Doflamingo raised his arm, made room for her on the armrest of the sofa, and then said: "I kindly help your subordinates, how can you say that I am bullying him? How can I personally point it out? It’s such an opportunity that no one could ask for.”

Ilaria brushed the broken hair around her ears and chose the sofa next to Doflamingo. The man who was rarely kind-hearted shrugged and put his arm back.

Giacomo coughed violently as he watched Ilaria skillfully take out a pack of cigarettes from the crack of the sofa.

Okay, she'll have to find a new place to hide her cigarettes next time.

"Of course. As long as I can do my best for the lady, I can't bear any hardship? Besides, everything Mr. Doflamingo said makes sense. This is the wisdom and philosophy of life."

The blond man laughed proudly, raised his hand to touch his hair, and signaled to Ilaria.

"Fufufufu, listen, that's what he said."

The woman took out a cigarette, held it in her mouth, threw the cigarette case casually on the tea table, and said vaguely.

"Smooth-tongued fellow, Giacomo, be careful what comes out of your mouth."

Doflamingo watched her walk around the tea table, the smile on his lips became much deeper, and he made a clear space for her.

It is not a polite thing to do in front of others, but Ilaria did not avoid the two of them. She took out an unsealed letter from the inside of her shawl and leaned against Doflamingo. A cigarette was lit on the armrest.

She held the lighter half lazily, pushed her thumb upward to pop open the cover, and stretched out her slender index finger to block the firelight. The bright and dancing light lit the thin cigarette between her lips, and also illuminated her smiling face. Eyes.

Ilaria smiled while flipping through the letters and took a deep breath. Nicotine and tar passed through her lungs and turned into a wisp of smoke from her mouth. Holding the cigarette in front of her with her right hand, the covering on her left shoulder slipped down as she turned over the letter. The large clusters of red camellias under her milky white dress bloomed like fireworks, half-covered and half-covered, as if hidden in the clouds and mist in the mountain stream. Mysterious and charming.

Who knew how magical this piece of kraft paper was, that it could make her smile as warmly as the spring breeze in March. She scanned the contents of the letter with her eyes and chatted with Doflamingo without missing a beat.

"I knew that right after praising me, he would start lecturing me within a few words. This is always the case with ladies."

Giacomo, who was sitting across from him, complained softly with a grimace on his face. Ilaria, who was chatting about tobacco with Doflamingo, heard this and carefully put the letter back into her arms and asked him with a smile. What to talk about. The brown-haired young man trembled and hurriedly changed the topic.

"Didn't I suddenly remember that I had something serious to do? You left so fast this morning that I didn't even have time to say anything."

He intentionally tilted his head in Doflamingo's direction, and seemed a little hesitant when he spoke.

"It's about the man"

Ilaria's hand holding the cigarette suddenly tightened, leaving traces on the cigarette paper. She held her right elbow with her left hand, giving herself some sense of security. Then he gave Giacomo a slight nod, indicating that he didn't need to avoid Doflamingo, and continued.

"This is the news that our informant buried in the National Church just returned this morning. In response to the suppression of the revolutionary army, the Pope not only sent the main force of the Holy See Knights, but also secretly sent a small team to perform special tasks."

Giacomo didn't know how to tell this to Ilaria, so he spoke thoughtfully.

"The other piece of information is the information obtained from the Revolutionary Army. Some of their troops encountered enemies with extremely strange abilities. However, because almost no one survived, those who escaped only saw large occult tattoos on the opponent's body and did not know anything else. .”

He looked up at Ilaria, who was holding a cigarette to her lips, and expressed his guess.

"I suspect that the man the lady has been looking for may be hiding in this special team."

Doflamingo was stroking the tassel hanging from Ilaria's shawl, and he could clearly sense that the woman next to him was leaning forward nervously because of these words. He looked sideways, and Ilaria even forgot that she still held an unburned cigarette, and scattered ash fell on her dress, burning a small hole.

man? What kind of man could make her care about him like he lost his soul? Doflamingo looked a little confused when he saw her hopeless look, but he still smiled and reminded her.

"What are you thinking about? Your skirt will be burned if you continue to stare at it, but if you plan to sit here naked, I don't mind looking at you a few more times."

"Huh? My dress."

She swept away the ashes from her body in a rare panic, put out the half-smoked cigarette, and said with a pretended calm smile.

"It's such a pity that such a large area was burned down. I obviously cherish this nightgown very much."

Ilaria showed a hint of panic at Giacomo's words. Not only Doflamingo and Giacomo couldn't understand, but even she herself couldn't figure out the source of this pain.

The cracked paint gland repeated the cycle of switches. Ilarya fiddled with the lighter in her hand, and the sound floated far away like a gust of evening wind.

"Tianliang sent a message back to the revolutionary army, saying that as long as they can fulfill my request, I will not only promise to provide them with weapons and financial assistance, but also give them some additional rewards."

The woman looked out through the laminated glass windows. In the night sky that was beyond her sight, the stars were still twinkling.

"I want the revolutionary army to exchange that person's valid information. The authenticity and detail of the intelligence will be related to the resources they enjoy. Whether they can get military supply points, political resources or intelligence networks along the way depends on how old they are. tried."

People in the Pansabene family never do business at a loss, but Ilarya's support of a revolutionary force far away in the North Sea is obviously a less profitable business. Giacomo knew how deep her obsession was with this person, and she would be willing to give her money instead. Giacomo's curly hair was extremely messy. He smoothed his hair and nodded in agreement without saying anything more.

There was a burning look in Ilaria's eyes that forced her to turn her head and look at him. She smiled flatly, turned away Giacomo, and heard him say in her ear.

"There is actually a stupid and wealthy boss like you in the world who generously gives away all the connections and financial resources he has accumulated over the years. Hey, hey, hey, you're not secretly running a charity, are you?"

Doflamingo didn't know what restraint meant when he was hurting others. When Ilaria saw Giacomo return to the room, she replied with a very surprised look on her face.

"Oh, I do have many child welfare agencies under my name. I didn't expect you to guess all of this. Mr. Doflamingo is so good at predicting things."

The man who occupied the entire sofa immediately stood up. The movement was so fast that before Ilarya could react, she was grabbed by the back of her neck and pushed downwards. She sunk one hand into the sofa and her eyes caught the color. Bright sunglasses. The person sitting on the sofa was tall enough, and the two of them went from looking at each other at eye level to Ilaria looking up at him slightly, even from a distance where they were face to face.

His exaggerated smile and deep facial features were slightly ferocious, and the shadow of the backlight amplified this sense of oppression. There was no warmth or sincerity in this smile, and it only made people feel scared.

"Oh? Then let me show you my skills again. Guess who this man is who asked you to leave the game early and go into the muddy water."

The woman's expression was a little stunned. She stared blankly at Doflamingo's lips that kept opening and closing, and every next word fell into her brain like thunder.

"That man has black hair, a black vine tattoo on his body, and his skin is as white as if he had been dead for several days. Am I right?"

Doflamingo lowered his voice and stated slowly, his eyes fixed on Ilaria's face, not missing any change in her expression. He saw the pain and confusion on her face, and finally the illusion was broken, or the scar was torn open.

"No, you guessed wrong, that person is not him."

Ilaria's voice trembled to stop him, and she desperately tried to retreat back to leave the interrogation field. Doflamingo strangled the back of her neck with his hands, and even pressed her closer. He couldn't tell whether it was the joy of succeeding in his plan, or whether he was dissatisfied because of something, but this did not prevent him from grinning and expressing his final conclusion.

"Fufufufu, where are you going to escape? I haven't finished speaking yet. His relationship with you is not ordinary. If I remember correctly, that boy is still your first knight. What fate has he ended up with you now? But it’s inseparable.”

As if he had finally appreciated her embarrassment, Doflamingo let go of his hand unexpectedly. Ilaria, who had been pushing backwards, fell off the sofa unprepared. She stood up in despair, holding on to the ground. Just like a person who was threatened by an evil spirit and escaped with his life.

Asterion was kidnapped by the Church in order to protect her, and his life and death are still uncertain. This is the most guilty and unspeakable secret in Ilaria's heart. For more than ten years, she had never given up searching for his whereabouts, but found nothing. Sometimes she even wonders, might Leon have died on the altar of the church? That would be better than him becoming a religious killing machine and being driven to do shameful things.

She also had some mean thoughts that she never told anyone. Asterion tied up her past. If this man is dead, no one in the world will know about her unbearable past. Does this mean that she can pretend that these things never happened and there is no need to do it again? Carrying the burden of revenge to survive?

Even if it was just to deceive herself, even if it was just for a minute, she really wanted to put aside all the responsibilities and pain that was weighing on her, and pretend to be like all the ordinary people in the world, and have a simple love. , to experience ordinary life and let life flow naturally to the end.

The answer is no. Her conscience gained the upper hand in the fight. She was thinking about liberation every moment, but she also reminded herself all the time, "You have to remember those who died for you. You have to remember those who died for you." Avenge them."

She did not have the decisiveness to satisfy her grudges, nor did she have the freedom to completely abandon all distracting thoughts. In the tug of survival or destruction, Asterion's whereabouts were revealed. You see, she hasn't chosen her future yet, but her past has already caught up with her.

Doflamingo, who had removed this fig leaf, was the one who had been by her side the longest. She couldn't even say "You obviously don't know anything." It was this man who made her see that there was another side to life, and it was this man who brought her back to the most embarrassing side of life.

Doflamingo was quite dissatisfied with her appearance, and the veins on his forehead were pulsing. He slowly stood up and walked over, squatting in front of Ilaria, like a pink hill.

"What is there to hesitate about? If you are a family member, keep them. If you are an enemy, kill them. Stop living in your meaningless past. Focus on this moment when you are still breathing."

He held Ilaria's neck with one hand, and when he saw her face, he suddenly laughed.

"Fufufufufufu, Ilaria, tell me who I am?"

Doflamingo raised his hand and tapped the frame of his sunglasses, waiting for her answer. Ilaria tried to sigh, but because the other party was strangling her neck, she could only answer first.

"I understand what you mean, Mr. Doflamingo."

He pretended to be surprised, loosened his grip on her neck, and grinned from the corner of his mouth to her temples.

"Hey, I thought you still thought of me as a cat. Don't you know exactly when to do something? Why do you act like a mess when it comes to other men?"

The dark-haired woman's somewhat annoyed face was reflected in her sunglasses. She stood up and was about to go upstairs. Her strange-pitched laughter echoed in the empty hall. He followed Ilaria upstairs and said shamelessly. I am used to sleeping in her room, but I will suffer from insomnia if I sleep in other rooms.

Ilaria opened her eyes wide and accused him of making things up out of nothing. She entered the room first and locked the door.

It was all due to Ilaria's "heart of stone" that Doflamingo, who had not rested well in his dream, was emotionally unstable all day long, and even played chess with Tione much more recklessly than before. .

After achieving three wins and one draw, the female official sat comfortably in her chair, drinking black tea and watching Doflamingo's officials arrange his afternoon schedule.

Diamanti flipped through the thick notepad in her hand and said, "That's probably all. Monet's work is usually quite simple, but it was originally so troublesome."

Doflamingo swung a glass of red wine, raised his head and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Diamante. But what is my important secretary doing? She is on vacation today?"

Diamanti realized that he might not have paid attention to what she was reporting, and replied numbly: "Didn't you transfer Monet to help that soprano organize a concert, the one named Batinetta?"

"Really? There is such a thing."

Seeing his indifferent expression, Diamanti complained that you clearly valued their financial value and invited them to Dressrosa to hold a concert. Why didn't he remember it clearly?

Tione drank another cup of tea, while Diamanti was still repeating his schedule with Doflamingo. Trebol and Pika, who were just passing by, were even added to the team. The three of them gathered together and you had a mouthful. My mouth was as lively as a stage play.

Obviously someone was not willing to let her stay so comfortably. Doflamingo waved his hand and said that he would cancel the afternoon schedule. He had more important things to do.

Generally speaking, Doflamingo's so-called important things are nothing more than two types: "He is bored now and wants to have fun"; "He has found fun and plans to add fuel to the fire".

The current situation was obviously the latter. He crossed his legs and pointed at Tione, who was leisurely opposite, and said to Diamanti, whose blood pressure was rising.

"I have to go to an antique auction with this secretary this afternoon. This is the prize she won. I can't be a person who breaks my word, Diamanti. I have no choice but to trick it."

Before drinking this cup of tea, Tioni had never heard that she was going to attend a so-called auction. Until she went out facing Diamanti's murderous gaze and Trebol's weird laughter, she didn't realize why she was used as a shield for Doflamingo to shirk his work.

Doflamingo swaggered forward with his hands in his pocket, not caring about her mood at all. When the service staff at the entrance of the venue saw that he was coming, they nodded and let her go automatically. Dioni stepped on the thick pile carpet unique to the special passage and exclaimed that power is indeed a weapon that can open all doors that are not open to the world.

It is very common to help big people who don't need to show up in person to take photos of goods. Originally, Tioni just thought that Doflamingo was too lazy to take action and brought her here to act as a tool. As a result, she discovered that Doflamingo didn't have any jewelry or decorations that he liked. He just picked up the list of items and scanned them briefly. Then he asked Tione what he thought first, and as long as there was a positive answer, he would It doesn't matter how much the premium is for Tioni to get it.

Tioni bought a rose-patterned diamond chain for a very high price. It was the only one that Doflamingo asked to keep. Other jewelry might not appeal to him, but he decided whether to buy it after just asking Dioni for his opinion.

But when he asked which color of gemstones was the most beautiful in this set of chains, Tione was in trouble. She sensed Doflamingo's confused attitude, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed to talk about it. She explained in detail that she couldn't see colors other than black, white and gray.

The man with golden hair laughed, as if her troubles were not worth mentioning.

"Fufufufufu, those common things that everyone can see, what's so special about you even if you see them? As for those things that are difficult for human eyes to see and go deep inside, many people have double images. It’s really funny to have decent eyes but can’t see anything.”

The host in the audience is introducing the last item tonight, which is a set of finely crafted jade jewelry, ranging from rings to necklaces. The host strongly brags about its fineness and carving, but it has little regard for its historical value of nearly a thousand years. Pass.

"Look, he's not as good as you."

Tione's hand that was squeezing the hem of her skirt slowly loosened her grip. She looked at Doflamingo's side face with an unspeakable brilliance in her eyes. Doflamingo glanced at the set of emeralds while holding up the fence of the VIP table, and asked Tione to take a photo of it.

The money he spent at this auction tonight was worth the lifetime income of an average person, and he seemed to be just enjoying the pleasure of spending thousands of dollars.

His figure was wrapped in a bright pink feather coat, but Tione could only notice his short golden hair. Doflamingo was very satisfied with his victory tonight and wanted to reward Tione with something good.

Except for the diamond chain, Tione could choose any of the items he took photos of tonight. What you want and how much you want is entirely up to Tioni's will.

The unpredictable king was waiting to see what choice she would make. Tione adjusted her thick black-rimmed glasses and said calmly.

"Thanks to Your Majesty's kindness, there is no reward I want among these things. As you said, they have lost their admirable appearance to me. Whether they are jade or stone, there is no difference in my eyes."

Doflamingo's smile deepened, and he raised his voice and said: "Fufufufu, how much face do you think you can have, enough for you to refuse a king's request?"

No one has the right to refuse around Doflamingo. If he wants to punish you, then you have made a huge mistake. If he wants to reward you, then you must have achieved great results through hard work. You can change the rules on his baseline, but don't try to touch his bottom line downwards, it will only break you into pieces.

Tione had already understood this truth in just a few days. She lowered her body to make a meek gesture and continued.

"How dare I insult your kindness by requesting that your reward be exchanged for something that is not here."

The perverse king became interested and asked her if there was any reward she wanted. If she asked her boldly, there would be nothing good that he could not get.

The sun was about to slide below the horizon, and the sky was filled with the brilliant red of sunset. Tione looked at Doflamingo standing in front of him under the setting sun, exuding a unique brilliance.

She smiled lightly, took off the black-rimmed glasses she had been wearing, and exposed her eyes as silent as night to others for the first time.

"I'm just a short-sighted layman. I don't know what other valuable things there are in the world. All I can think of is gold."

The female officer's eyes widened slightly, letting the bright golden color wrapped in black appear in her eyes. She recalled the description someone had said to her in her mind, and said in a deep voice.

"I want a bouquet of golden flowers, not as impetuous as gold, not as indifferent as platinum, but like the light that the sun shines on the earth at sunrise and sunset."

He didn't expect that she would say such a sentence that seemed to be excerpted from third-rate prose. Doflamingo bent over and laughed, and agreed to her request to save money while laughing. Tioni listened to him scolding him for his lack of knowledge and sense. He silently put on his glasses and followed him, and also laughed.

A golden retriever puppy carrying a bone passed by the two of them. Tione paused and quickened his pace to follow Doflamingo. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a poster posted on the street that read "Batine" During Ta's concert, she slowly clenched her fists and looked deeply at Doflamingo.

She didn't have much time to spend with this man.