Once the technical approach had stabilized, they naturally could no longer draw her blood so frequently.
Rossi's thoughts had already drifted toward that windless stretch of sea-there was an island there inhabited by creatures strong enough for their bloodlines to become the foundation of the next batch of fruits.
"Then summon everyone."
Doflamingo leaned back in his chair, the leather giving a faint creak.
Having the middle managers scattered across the islands in the first stretch of the New World return to Dressrosa would serve both to assess their work and to distribute rewards.
Of course, those rewards had to be seized with their own hands.
The traces of their expansion over the years had long since permeated every level of the Family's structure.
Apart from the core members gathered here at this moment, a considerable number of middle managers were active under the Donquixote Family: wandering fighters drawn by their reputation, pirate captains who had submitted after defeat, local warriors who had taken up arms to protect their homelands... From the moment steel rails linked Beast Fighting Island, Food Island, Carnival City, Spring Queen Town, St. Poplar, Water 7, and even Enies Lobby, the entire route had become a flowing artery.
High-speed transport brought not only an influx of wealth, but also a consolidation of their rule.
In terms of territory and population alone, this Family had long since become comparable to an entire nation.
Along with that came successive groups of managers possessing both strength and political skill.
They were scattered across the various hubs, keeping this enormous machine running.
Trebol and Jora bowed at the same time. They handled the Family's internal correspondence.
Doflamingo turned toward them and issued brief instructions.
The administrators of six islands within the Family's sphere of influence would be notified to send