The bar owner grinned. "Oh? Looks like some big business has come knocking."
Dracule Mihawk did not answer, quietly waiting for him to continue.
In truth, asking that question had been dangerous. Though he had lowered his voice, and few people could hear him amid the bar's clamor—
Those close to him could still make out what he had said.
All sorts of people filled the lower strata of society. For profit and their own desires, they could sell anything.
Naturally, they would be willing to sell information like this—information they could trade to the Bloodsail Pirates—for a good price.
Of course, none of that was a problem for Dracule Mihawk.
He possessed the strength to solve most problems in this world. Compared to taking the initiative to seek them out, he might even prefer for them to come to him.
Seeing Dracule Mihawk's expression, the bar owner laughed. "Let me think. The Bloodsail Pirates... I do seem to recall a pirate crew like that passing through. So where did they go? Ten million Beli. What do you say?"
Several people who had overheard him immediately sucked in sharp breaths.
The way they looked at the bar owner changed. They had known this black-hearted bastard was ruthless, but they had not expected him to be this ruthless.
Even if the Beli's purchasing power was roughly equivalent to the yen in some other world, ten million was no small sum.
Pirates with bounties of ten million were already considered somewhat famous.
Yet he dared to charge that much for a single piece of information. He was clearly trying to fleece someone!
But to their surprise, Dracule Mihawk did not even frown. He took a gold coin from his clothes and tossed it over.
"A Gran Coin. A gold coin minted by