"Only you stand to profit. What do I get out of this?" Duke asked with a trace of mockery. Other than a more intense manhunt by the World Government and an even higher bounty, he would get nothing. A person could eat anything except a loss... well, and shit.
Robin fell silent for a long while, seemingly considering what price might entice Duke. At last, she let out a heavy breath and said solemnly, "I am an archaeologist who can decipher Poneglyphs!"
"I know that, but I'm not interested in history. The Clan of D, the Void Century—history was history, and the past was the past. People had to keep moving forward. Compared to an archaeologist, I prefer a prophet!" Duke shrugged, sitting in his chair with his legs crossed atop the desk. Like a CEO interviewing a secretary, his attitude was exceptionally vile.
The moment she heard Duke mention the Clan of D and the Void Century, Robin looked at him in surprise. "Since you know these secrets, then you must have heard of the Ancient Weapons! Their whereabouts are recorded in the Poneglyphs, and I am the only person in this world capable of deciphering history."
"What, you want to use the Ancient Weapons as a bargaining chip?" Interviewer Duke said with a laugh, a meaningful smile appearing on his face. What a scheming woman. It seemed Crocodile had been fooled lame by this very trick.
"Yes. What do you think of that reward?" At that moment, Robin felt certain of victory. The Poneglyphs recorded the three great Ancient Weapons that had existed since ancient times, legends called "gods" that possessed the terrifying power to overturn the world. Power, status, wealth—once one possessed the Ancient Weapons, all of it would be within reach. Robin was confident that no