Beneath the damp, gloomy underground palace, a row of enormous stone pillars supported the towering ceiling, their surfaces carved with ancient, mysterious patterns and writing.
The cold, dim underground palace was filled with an ancient, mysterious air. Before a huge, square block of blue-gray stone stood three figures, all gazing up at it, each with a different expression.
"How is it going, Nico Robin?"
A deep voice broke the tense silence. Crocodile's question carried an unquestionable air of authority.
At his side, the woman looked dejected. She spoke softly,
"No. There's no mention of the ancient weapon at all."
She had a graceful figure and wore a white cowboy hat and a white coat, with nothing underneath but a cropped camisole.
A short skirt barely covered her slender waist. Any shorter, and the skirt would have been pointless.
The white coat did nothing to hide her stunning, sensual figure. If anything, it added a hazy, tantalizing allure.
But the man beside her was in no mood to admire her. His grim, twisted face was icy, and his low voice was laced with barely contained fury.
"You're saying... there's nothing?"
Nobody answered. The atmosphere gradually fell silent, and the air seemed to freeze. After a while,
Crocodile's expression finally settled back into calm. He turned to Nico Robin with a mocking look.
"If we can obtain its power and join forces, we'll have the strength to stand against the World Government. Don't you want revenge on the World Government, Nico Robin?"
Crocodile didn't believe there could be no information about the ancient weapon inscribed there. He refused to believe it.
He had spent years plotting here. How could there be nothing? How could there be nothing at all? He thought Nico Robin was lying to him, that she wanted the ancient