"Doflamingo, why haven't you come to the Golden City lately?"
In the Golden City, Nami smiled as she shuffled the cards, leaning against Doflamingo's side.
It had to be said that the Golden City's nature suited not only Tesorro, but Nami as well.
Nami's desire for money might not have matched Tesorro's in the original story, but compared to the current Gild Tesoro, who lacked any obsession, there was not much difference.
The Golden City was not only Gild Tesoro's home ground; as a city filled with gold, an excellent conductor, it could also push the power of a Rumble-Rumble Fruit user to its limits. Naturally, it was a fine territory for Nami as well.
In truth, the only ones permanently stationed in the Golden City were Nami, Baccarat, and Tesorro.
"The time is almost here. I've been busy lately." Doflamingo's eyes were half-open. Even in the Golden City, most of his attention remained in the Illusion Space, constantly drawing vast amounts of soul power from the Sea of Souls.
Nami rolled her eyes in annoyance and muttered under her breath, "What could possibly be more important than a beautiful girl like me?"
Of course, Nami knew that Doflamingo was handling serious business. After all, most of the Dragon Hunting Pirates' officers now knew about the history from eight hundred years ago, so she understood Doflamingo's sense of urgency. She only said that to act spoiled.
When Nami had first joined the Dragon Hunting Pirates, she had traveled through most of the Pirate World with Doflamingo and directly created sea charts. That had helped her emerge from the shadow of Cocoyasi Village. Back then, Nami had been very happy.
Yet after that, Doflamingo had rarely been seen, so she naturally harbored a small measure of resentment.
Doflamingo did not answer