"The Kasira government of Alabasta! This was in the year 239 of the Heavenly Calendar... In 260, Teima ruled the Batein Kingdom!"
"In 306, Erumalu built Taph Cathedral... In 325, Mam, the hero of Orutea..."
Miss All Sunday was still reading meticulously, but Crocodile cut her off roughly, shouting.
"Hey! Hey! Hey! Wait! Is any of this what we want to know? I couldn't care less about this country's history! Where is the most evil weapon hidden in this country? Tell me!"
"It isn't recorded here. All this records is the history of this country."
"What?"
"Not a single word mentions Pluton."
Miss All Sunday answered seriously, but veins bulged on Crocodile's forehead.
"Is that so..."
"That's a real shame..."
"You've been an excellent partner... but I'll have to kill you here!"
Miss All Sunday bit her lip without saying a word and immediately put some distance between herself and Crocodile.
"The agreement we made four years ago ends here... We had a deal, didn't we? I would take you to the Poneglyph, and you would give me information about the weapon..."
"In the four years you've spent at my side, you've kept a cool head and shown first-rate leadership. That alone was enough for me. You were a very useful woman..."
"But in the end, you still broke our agreement. This country's Poneglyph doesn't contain any information about Pluton at all!"
Crocodile slowly turned around, making an effort to face Nico Robin with his anger-filled expression.
"But I won't take my anger out on you. Do you know why?..."
At that moment, Nico Robin pulled the hand she had kept hidden in her pocket out, holding a test tube. Inside was the very thing Crocodile feared most: water!
"Heh, you're such a fool. We worked together for four years,