"Mom, it really is gold dust."
On the balcony of the brothel, Stella eagerly reached out to catch the gold dust, her face full of delight.
"Stella, don't touch it."
The madam pulled Stella back. Watching the Golden Rain fall without end, she looked grave and instinctively glanced behind her.
"Mom, what should we do now?"
The normally quiet courtesan spoke up this time. Looking at the Golden Rain, her delicate face showed no excitement—instead, she had grown a little pale.
The streets were already in chaos. Fights had broken out everywhere over the gold dust. Pirates and thugs alike had gone mad; all they could think about was the gold dust.
Only a handful of people on the entire island had managed to stay clearheaded.
Golden Rain—how beautiful!
And yet it hid deadly danger.
"Listen to Gild Tesoro. Don't contact anyone outside, and don't leave this building."
The madam calmly lit a cigarette. After taking a drag, she seemed to exhale all the unease and worry inside her.
"Mom, we could secretly alert Gild Tesoro. He wouldn't find out, would he?"
Stella stared at the Golden Rain, eyes wide. She really wanted to find something to catch it with, but Mom wouldn't let her.
She pouted, a little annoyed.
"Foolish girl."
The madam looked at Stella with a headache, then sighed. "I should have known. I just kept hoping I was wrong. This time, I nearly got you all dragged into it."
The madam was, after all, in charge of this part of the Red Light District. She had some experience.
If her guess was right, Gild Tesoro had discovered their little scheme because of his Observation Haki.
He was probably monitoring everything they were doing right now.
She could only hope they would all make it through this