To be fair, Minnie wasn't entirely to blame for leading them astray. As one of only two people in the Elite Camp who knew the truth, she was certain Jones wouldn't seriously harm them.
They had grown up together, and Minnie knew Jones's habits by heart. Those memories were among the few precious ones she had from over the years, memories she had taken out and savored time and again.
Minnie couldn't spot the traps Jones had laid. But with a woman's intuition and a keen eye for detail, she had steered the team around one "dangerous" trap after another as they searched the forest for Drake. With her throwing off their route like this, Jones couldn't predict where Mingde's group would go.
Yet just as they were about to enter a safe area, Minnie stopped. She stared uneasily at a patch of lush green bushes ahead.
She had suddenly realized she couldn't read those bushes at all.
They had been apart for years, and Jones had since made a name for himself as the "Hunter." The bushes looked harmless, but they offered her no clues. Minnie didn't dare take the risk.
What if Jones had hidden a deadly trap inside?
She had spoken with her brother many times and knew just how skilled he was at setting traps. Back on Kuriswia Island, he had used traps alone to kill countless powerful pirates with bounties in the hundreds of millions. They had died without ever seeing his face.
To put it bluntly, this ragtag group of theirs could be wiped out on the spot if they triggered even one.
After hesitating for a long while, Minnie chose another direction.
Inside the Mechanical Castle, Jones's frustration turned into the urge to cough up blood.
Minnie had avoided every prank trap he