The Unlucky Human Trafficker

A deathly silence fell over the workshop. Even the two young men arguing in the distance stopped and stared, dumbfounded.

Tom's gaze moved between the banknotes and Dawn. At last, he could no longer hide his astonishment.

But he quickly composed himself and took a deep breath.

"Th-that's enough. This deposit is more than enough."

"If it isn't, contact me anytime."

Dawn handed him a slip of paper with a string of numbers written on it.

"That's my personal number."

Tom took the paper and carefully tucked it into the pocket of his work clothes.

Dawn then went over his specific requirements for the ship's rooms.

For example—

"The kitchen needs to be big,"

"The bed in the captain's quarters needs to be big,"

"There needs to be a large enough storeroom,"

"There needs to be a spacious training room,"

"There must be an enormous tank where a twelve-meter-long mermaid can swim freely,"

"And there must be a room large enough for a member of the Ancient Giant Tribe."

"..."

Mr. Tom wrote down every one of these strange requirements.

Once he had finished and asked about the estimated delivery date, Dawn had Nami summon another cloud of mist to conceal him. Then he left Tom's Workshop with the little girls.

"Mr. Tom!"

As soon as the group had gone, Iceburg, who had watched the whole thing, finally spoke up.

"Are you really going to take this job? That man... The ability he just showed—he's the one who attacked Mary Geoise—"

"What does that matter?"

Tom cut him off, his voice calm.

"A customer is a customer. Who he is isn't our concern."

He crouched and began gathering the banknotes from the floor, stacking them one by one.

"All I know is that this money will let us move the