In Holy Land Marijoa's solemn Chamber of Power, the atmosphere at this moment seemed a little more relaxed than when Rayleigh was captured before, but the hidden calculation has not diminished at all.
Saint Nusjuro held the Shichibukai application form submitted by Blackbeard Pirates. The handwriting on the application form was crooked, the wording was as exaggerated as a farce, and there was a greasy black handprint on it.
His face was full of disgust, and he held it carefully with only two fingers, as if he was holding the dirtiest thing in the world.
"Marshall D. Teach? The lost dog who killed his brother to seize the fruit on the Whitebeard ship and was chased all over the world by Whitebeard Pirates?"
Saint Nusjuro's tone was full of contempt, as if mentioning this name made his own mouth dirty.
Saint Mars was fiddling with the abacus and said slowly, "This guy is a troublemaker! He causes damage wherever he goes! The reward is still high! Accept him as Shichibukai? The pension expenditure may increase..."
Saint Peter pushed up his glasses and analyzed calmly. "He would rather be chased by Whitebeard Pirates than to seize this fruit. He should have an incredible ability, and may be able to restrain that brat's ability."
A flash of light flashed in Saint Nusjuro's eyes, he threw the application form on the table, and coldly snorted, "Hmph! Just right! Allen There are too many variables in that transaction. We need a mad dog to disrupt the situation! We need it. A stone that is smelly enough to test the depth! Teach... crazy enough and smelly enough! And he must be salivating over Space-Space Fruit from Allen, and will work harder than anyone else!"
Saint Warcury frowned and said with disgust, "This guy looks like... he has the potential to be used as a bait. Those missing teeth make you want to stuff some garbage into them."
Saint Nusjuro waved his hand and made a decisive decision. "Approval! Give him the name Shichibukai! Let him be cannon fodder! Be a troublemaker! Tell CP0 to provide him with the coordinates of Uninhabited Rock Island! Let him go to the appointment on time! Wait until the use is finished..."
He made a gesture of wiping his neck, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes.
The other four old stars responded in unison, "Second!"
Time passed quickly amid the calculations and preparations of all parties, and soon the third day came, with only 2 days left before the transaction with Allen.
At this time, World Government had already laid out fortifications and various traps on the island where the exchange was located. He was just waiting for Allen to come to the appointment, and a well-planned conspiracy was about to begin.
In Hachinosu Island's command room, Allen stood quietly in front of the huge sea chart, his brows slightly furrowed, his eyes focused and deep, constantly thinking about the upcoming transaction and Hachinosu Island's defense layout in his mind.
After thinking for a moment, Allen picked up a special red Den Den Mushi, dialed the number, and said calmly, "Shanks."
Den Den Mushi instantly imitated the bold and smiling face of Shanks and responded loudly, "Yo! Allen brother!"
The background sound on the other end of the phone was a deafening din, the clinking of wine glasses, the rough singing of sailors, the sound of knives and forks hitting the dinner plate, and the unique "Meat! Meat!" howl of a certain Rubber Human, which was obviously a lively banquet.
Shanks's voice was full of drunkenness and joy, and he said with a smile, "I heard that you are going to 'drink tea' with Five Elders? It's a big fight! Do you need me to bring someone to help you support the place and 'sober up'? Don't worry! Red Forth's wine cellar is enough! Haha!"
Allen's mouth twitched slightly, and he said helplessly, "We don't have to fight for the time being. Do me a favor, Shanks."
As he spoke, he pointed to the position of Hachinosu Island on the chart, and explained with a serious expression, "I can't leave my hometown empty for the past few days. That old lady Big Mom is just pregnant, and her temper is probably even more explosive. If she gets hot and comes to steal the house with a full belly, Robin and them will be under great pressure."
At this time, Luffy's urgent shout came from the background, "Shanks! Is it Brother Allen? I want to talk to him!"
Shanks seemed to cover the microphone, and the voice of "Luffy! Don't grab it!" was faintly heard, and then his voice became clear again. "Hahaha! It's all on me! It's a piece of cake! It just so happens that I have to bring in a few over-energetic brats. The special training at sea will be held at Sea Area near Hachinosu Island! I will watch it for you! I guarantee that not a single Sweet Soldier will be able to touch the edge of the island! If you need support, just give me a message and my 'special training' will end immediately, and we will rush over at full speed!"
Allen imagined the scene of Shanks taking Straw Hat Crew for "special training" near Hachinosu Island. He couldn't help but feel his head hurt even more. He smiled bitterly and said, "Thank you, Shanks. But on the transaction side... I have my own arrangements."
"Your intimidation is more valuable when used on Big Mom's side to make her calm down. Here... I can handle it."
Later, Allen came to the depths of Hachinosu Island. There was a huge secret warehouse that he had opened and reinforced with Space Ability. The air in the warehouse was cold and dry, and was filled with the unique smell of engine oil and metal.
Thirty Clones with Black Wings are like silent ancient giant soldiers, neatly arranged in the warehouse.
They are exactly "Human Weapon Mark I" brought back by Allen from Sky Island. They exude a cold and powerful aura, as if they are ready to fight at any time.
Allen pointed at these war machines with a serious expression and said to Robin, "Robin, in this transaction, I will take away 20 of them. They will be the foundation for my negotiations and the guarantee to turn the table."
"The remaining 10 units are handed over to you. You have the highest command authority over them. The activation password..."
Allen paused and seemed to find the next words a bit difficult to say, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "... it's your birthday number, plus Poneglyph is a joke."
Robin's archaeologist's poker face, which has remained unchanged for thousands of years, has obvious cracks for the first time.
Her beautiful eyes, which could interpret Ancient Script and discern the truth of history, were widened at this moment, filled with disbelief and a sense of... offended absurdity.
She opened her mouth slightly, as if she wanted to confirm whether she heard correctly.
Robin The corners of his mouth twitched very slightly, and he tried to keep his voice steady as he said, "... Understood."
She pushed her non-existent eyes, crossed her fingers gracefully in front of her, glanced at the 10 Mark I's, and said calmly, "Don't worry, I will take good care of these... big guys."