Barn raised an eyebrow and asked.
Doflamingo's next words sent towering waves crashing through Barn's previously calm heart!
"Artificial Devil Fruits."
Barn's eyes widened sharply behind his sunglasses!
"What did you say?"
Barn asked in shock.
"Fufufufu, Mr. Barn, wasn't I clear enough?"
From Barn's reaction, Doflamingo knew he had piqued his interest. His smile widened as he spoke with a sinister grin.
"Devil Fruits can really be manufactured?"
Barn lowered his voice as he asked.
The stakes were enormous. Of course he knew what this meant for him-or rather, for the Guild under his command. If he could obtain them, the Guild's overall strength would take a tremendous leap forward!
Doflamingo smiled, the smile of a man whose scheme had succeeded.
"Dr. Caesar has indeed mastered the technology, but he can only make Zoan fruits. He doesn't seem to have any way of making Paramecia or Logia fruits. Still, that's already quite tempting, isn't it?"
Barn did not argue. With a hand on his chin, he nodded gravely.
"You want to use me to get rid of the Celestial Dragons?"
Barn spoke in a low voice, his gaze growing more guarded as he looked at Doflamingo.
He was considering it, too. Since Doflamingo called this a deal, what exactly did he want out of it? Or what was he trying to accomplish? Yet no matter how much Barn thought about it, that was the only answer he could find.
Doflamingo held up a finger and wagged it at Barn.
"No, no, no, no. Not use you. I want us to join forces."
"As long as you agree, I can immediately abandon all my slave-related business and supply you with Smile."
"Well? Tempting, isn't it?"
Barn said nothing, but his grip on his chin tightened until his knuckles turned slightly