Tesorro naturally did not care about a debt due two hundred years later. Not to mention that he would surely earn far more wealth than a single Golden City, his great-grandchildren might not even be around in two hundred years. Why think so much about it?
As for Sancho, two hundred years really was not that long for a Dragon. Besides, before then, it would be living in the Golden City every day anyway, treating it as its nest.
In any case, this fellow would not interfere with the Golden City's operations. Having a Dragon stay here could also raise the city's fame and security.
At the very least, those ignorant, brainless pirates who had just entered the Grand Line would not dare provoke a Dragon. It could be considered a contribution to maintaining public order, so Doflamingo did not say much.
"Ahhh, so boring! Why hasn't Doflamingo come back yet?"
"Seriously, these chefs in the City of Dragons are all so much worse than Doflamingo. I think I've already gotten thinner from hunger."
"No, don't try to fool me. I know Dragons can go a whole year without eating. How could you have gotten thin from hunger so quickly?" The one speaking beside him was a man in heart-shaped glasses, performing the moonwalk.
"Is getting thinner from hunger really the point? The point is that the cooking is terrible!" Sancho muttered to the man. Though it was called muttering, a Dragon's mutter was almost no different from a gale to humans.
The dancing man was instantly overwhelmed by the Dragon's booming voice. Even the heart-shaped glasses on his face fell to the ground, revealing a pair of heart-shaped eyes.
"But Lord Sancho, there's no use telling me that. I can't cook." The dancer simply did not bother getting up,