Brrr, brrr!
In the solemn palace, the sound of a Den Den Mushi suddenly rang out.
The previously tense scene was instantly shattered by the Den Den Mushi's cry.
"Nico Robin, I'll leave convincing them to you. I have other matters to attend to."
Crocodile turned and gave the woman in the leather skirt behind him a long look.
He then glanced at the king and princess, their faces filled with loneliness, resentment, and helplessness.
The endings of foolishly innocent people were often cruel.
No matter how resolute he appeared now, could a king without the support of his people still be called a king?
As for whether Cobra would yield—
Crocodile was completely confident.
Though the king before him was merely average at governing a nation, he truly treated his people like his own children!
The lives of several hundred thousand people were the leverage forcing him to submit.
And that was Crocodile's greatest source of confidence.
He soon arrived at a high terrace within the royal palace.
He gazed out over the endless desert in the distance.
Alubarna.
At this moment, everyone in the city was singing praises of Crocodile, the hero.
He looked at the distant desert, then at the densely packed crowds living within the city.
Though Crocodile knew there were surely plenty of World Government agents and Marine soldiers mixed among those people—
He was not worried in the slightest.
This was a nation of desert, and he possessed absolute confidence in his own strength.
He took out the Den Den Mushi marked with the Two of Spades from his pocket.
If not for this little thing, he would not have learned that the World Government had discovered his plans and made preparations in advance.
"How interesting. Calling me at such a critical time... Do