"So you're going to Fish-Man Island to do business?"
Jinbe stood on the deck of a ship, looking at the merchants bowing and scraping before him, and rubbed his forehead helplessly.
This really was an unfortunate misunderstanding.
"We made an agreement with the Director, sir. I wouldn't dare break it."
Donald appeared exceedingly humble.
Jinbe glanced at him in surprise. "You came along with the pirates? Aren't you afraid? Fish-Man Island might lose this war."
"How could that be!"
Donald declared righteously, "How could mere pirates defeat Fish-Man Island in the deep sea? They're nothing more than ants trying to shake a tree."
"Fish-Man Island is the strongest force in the deep sea. That's everyone's common understanding, isn't it? Those fools are simply so stupid that they've forgotten even such basic common sense!"
"And I thought that although this war is certain to end in victory, there will inevitably be losses along the way. I brought supplies over now, so at least I can be of some help."
Jinbe was somewhat speechless.
This guy really was talented.
He wanted to profit from the war, yet made it sound so lofty.
Still, Fish-Man Island did indeed need people like him.
Bright had said that, at this stage, talk of unbreakable and steadfast allies was like trying to catch the moon in the water.
It was enough to bind a few merchants with profit.
And this fellow who wanted money more than his life had quite a bit of potential.
"But, Mr. Jinbe," not every merchant was as outrageously bold as Donald. One merchant cautiously asked, "Won't there be a problem on the main battlefield if you come here?"
"What problem would there be?"
Jinbe replied as if it were only natural, "Although it took some time, if we head back now,