At that moment, Rosinante walked in from outside.
He walked up to Doflamingo, dressed in a long black robe and expressionless.
" Doffy, I'm going out for a bit."
Doflamingo glanced at him. "Where are you going?"
"It's something personal."
Doflamingo stared at him for a few seconds, then smiled, "Go. Come back soon."
Rosinante nodded and turned to leave.
He left the stronghold and went to the port.
A small sailboat is ready.
On the boat, a little boy wearing a spotted hat sat on the railing, swinging his legs and waiting listlessly.
"Mr. Corazon! You're so slow!"
Rosinante didn't say anything, jumped onto the boat, and untied the mooring ropes.
The small sailboat slowly sailed away from the harbor and headed into the deep sea.
Rosinante stood at the stern, glancing back at the fortress that was receding into the distance, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.
Doffy.
sorry.
On the ship, the little boy wearing the spotted hat leaned against the railing, looking at the sea, and suddenly asked, "Mr. Corazon, where are we going?"
Rosinante was silent for a moment, then said, "Go get treatment."
The little boy looked up, revealing his pale face.
Trafalgar Law.
"Really?" His eyes lit up for a moment, but quickly dimmed again. " Amber Lead Syndrome... it's incurable..."
Rosinante didn't say anything, but simply reached out and ruffled his hair.
"It will heal." His voice was soft, but firm.
Luo didn't say anything more, but just lowered his head and clenched his fists tightly.
The small sailboat sailed further and further away, and the fortress behind it gradually disappeared at the horizon.
Rosinante stood at the bow of the ship, gazing at the sea ahead, and silently said to himself.
Doffy, what you seek is immortality, power, and domination.
But all I want is to save this child.
Even if it means betraying you.
Even if it means death.
Hachinosu.
The Ark Maxim is docked in the harbor, undergoing final checks.
Tesoro, accompanied by several mechanics, inspected the spaceship inside and out three times before they were satisfied.
"Boss, we're ready to go anytime." He jumped off the boat and gave Roy a thumbs up.
Roy nodded and turned to look at the people who were about to travel with him.
Jesus Burgess was warming up, punching the air repeatedly, the force of the punches making the faces of those nearby sting.
Lafitte leaned against the ship's railing, eyes closed, lost in thought.
Van Augur was inspecting the sniper rifle, disassembling and cleaning every single part, and then putting it back together with a speed that was dazzling.
Savi and Charon were sparring, their punches landing hard and making loud thuds.
Enel floated in mid-air, surrounded by churning Thundercloud, looking utterly bored.
Yamato, clutching the spiked club, was incredibly excited, constantly asking, "Are we there yet? Are we there yet?"
Pea squatted in the corner, fiddling with her little flowerpot, muttering to herself.
Kazami sat cross-legged on the deck, eyes closed, hands on the hilt of his sword, breathing steadily.
Bar was the most exaggerated; he was doing squats while carrying a huge iron ingot, and his expression was as if he were lifting cotton.
Roy looked at the group of people, a smile playing on his lips.
"Is everything ready?"
"Ready!" Yamato shouted first.
"Then let's go."
The Ark Maxim slowly rose into the air, its golden hull shimmering in the sunlight.
At the harbor, Stella and the others looked up, watching the ship fly higher and higher, farther and farther away, until it finally disappeared into the horizon.
Bullet crossed his arms and snorted, "Come back soon."
Hachinosu gradually shrank, and the sea spread out beneath our feet like a giant blue carpet.
Roy stood at the bow of the ship, gazing towards the North Blue.
The Op-Op Fruit.
Doflamingo.
Rosinante.
And that little brat in the spotted hat...
The Ark Maxim flew over the Red Line, speeding towards the North Blue.
The golden ship glided through the clouds, moving at more than twice the speed of three years ago—its engine, enhanced by lunar technology, had improved performance by at least 30%.
Roy stood at the bow of the ship, gazing at the sea below that was gradually changing color.
The waters of the Grand Line are deep blue, carrying an inexplicable and eerie feeling.
Upon entering the North Blue, the seawater turned a grayish-blue, colder, and darker, like a giant mirror reflecting the hazy sky.
"Boss, we'll be there in half a day."
Tesoro walked over, holding a nautical chart in his hand.
" Doflamingo's stronghold is in those islands in the central North Blue. Shall we head straight there?"
Roy shook his head. "No rush. Let's find a place to stay first and figure out the situation."
Tesoro nodded and put away the sea chart.
Yamato, leaning on the ship's railing, idly swung his legs. " Roy, we've arrived at the North Blue, how about we try some adventures?"
"Let's finish the important business first."
Yamato pouted and continued swinging his leg.
Pea squatted in the corner, fiddling with his little flowerpot. After Pea's long-term care, some of the flowers and plants had undergone magical transformations.
Enel floated in mid-air, eyes closed, his Observation Haki fully activated, covering an area of dozens of nautical miles in a state of alert.
Savi and Charon were sparring on the deck, their punches landing hard and making loud thuds.
Both fighters had a head-on, head-on style of combat, resulting in a spectacular display of skill and skill.
Jesus Burgess was itching to join in and clamored to, but Lafitte stopped him.
"Save your energy. You'll have plenty of taxis to catch when you get to North Blue."
Jesus Burgess then gave up.
Van Augur leaned against the mast, his eyes closed as if he were dozing, but his right hand remained on the sniper rifle.
In the past two years, he has developed a habit—he never lets go of his gun, not even when he sleeps.
Kazami sat cross-legged in the corner, a long sword resting on his knees, his breathing as steady as if he were asleep.
But those who know him well know that this guy can suddenly turn on you and kill someone at any time.
Bar was the most exaggerated; he was doing squats while carrying a half-ton iron ingot, and his expression was as if he were lifting cotton.
Bullet's two years of grueling training have turned him into a ferocious beast.
Roy looked at the group of people, secretly making plans in his mind.
Doflamingo's side has quite a few officers.
Trebol, Diamante, Pica, and Vergo are four veteran powerhouses whose strength has greatly increased after Bloodline Transplantation.
And then there are the younger generation—Baby5, Buffalo, Dellinger, though young, should not be underestimated.
but...
Roy glanced at the people he had brought, a smile playing on his lips.
That's enough.
North Blue, Domik Archipelago.
The island is small and its name is almost impossible to find on a map.
But it's been quite lively lately.
The reason is simple—the news of the appearance of the Op-Op Fruit originated from this island.
Roy chose to settle here for two reasons: first, it was not far from Doflamingo's stronghold, and second, the area was a melting pot of people, making it easy to gather information.
The Ark Maxim landed on an open area on the north side of the island, its golden hull standing out against the gray sky.
" Lafitte, Van Augur, you two go and gather information."
Roy jumped off the boat.
"Everyone else, stay put and don't cause trouble."
Lafitte removed his top hat and bowed slightly. "Understood."
Van Augur nodded, shouldered his sniper rifle, and followed Lafitte as they disappeared at the end of the street.
Roy led the rest of the group to an inconspicuous tavern and sat down to eat.