Commerce on Hachinosu

Swain stared oddly at the Vivre Card on the table, lost in thought.

A moment later, realization finally dawned on him.

"Sure enough, the older they are, the craftier they get!" Though his words were disparaging, his expression was full of praise.

One Vivre Card had remained completely still, a sign that its owner's approximate location had been found.

He just did not know who the person was. When Swain had received these cards, any identifying marks on them had been erased, leaving only their tracking function.

"Fresh out of prison and already coming to me... I wonder who this person is?"

He felt faintly concerned. Most likely, the person was a friend rather than an enemy.

How could a criminal from Level Six of Impel Down possibly be a Marine spy or ally?

He then beckoned a guard over and told him to bring the human-skin mask they had acquired from the Holy Land.

He opened the sandalwood box, revealing a lifelike mask with three-dimensional features.

Swain felt a little sick. This was probably a mask some Celestial Dragon with unusual tastes had ordered someone to carve.

It was a little like the face-swapping AI of his previous life.

After all.

What one could not have was always what stirred the heart most.

After putting it on, Swain took out a mirror to inspect himself.

He was somewhat surprised. If he had not known better, he might have believed that the person in the mirror was not him.

Even his temperament had changed somewhat. If Swain had once possessed a bright, youthful air, then beneath this mask, he seemed rather effeminate.

"This is not bad either..." Swain thought, satisfied.

"Nothing that happened today is to be spread outside!"

"Yes!"

The guards responded solemnly.

Hachinosu was no longer as small