"Though descendants of the Lunarians are rare, I've still met a few," Doflamingo remarked casually.
The World Government seemed to have sealed away much of the information about the moon as well. As a result, there were truly very few people who knew about lunar civilization. Still, some Top Experts on the seas had some understanding of it.
For example, King belonged to a powerful race from the moon. Though Sky Islands were mysterious, quite a few pirates had visited them. It was perfectly normal for those pirates to obtain some intelligence about the moon there.
Dr. Tsukimi nodded slightly as well. To be honest, he was at least eighty, if not a hundred years old. The old man had neither children nor family, only a few little robots to keep him company. He truly did not care whether something was taboo to the World Government or not. He only had this one old life anyway—they could do whatever they wanted.
Still, it would not be easy for Doflamingo to persuade him. At his age, beauty and money meant nothing to him. His ambition and drive had long since been worn away. Why should he work under some young brat like Doflamingo?
At that thought, Doflamingo finally decided to play his trump card. Success or failure would depend on this one move.
He took a thick stack of documents from his clothes. They were Doflamingo's gains from several Sky Islands over the past two years. He placed them on the table and pushed them toward Dr. Tsukimi.
"Dr. Tsukimi, we've run into many problems lately. I think perhaps we can find the answers with you."
The old man narrowed his eyes without saying a word. One hand picked up a Tsukimi Dango and ate it, while the other lifted the