bookbashuk Chapter 82 How to Get to the Grand Line
Chapter 82 How to Get to the Grand Line
"Who's looking for me?" A deep, husky voice sounded from the window.
The crowd's expressions changed slightly, and they almost simultaneously stood up, holding their weapons in front of them as they cautiously looked at the newcomer.
When everyone saw the black robe that completely covered the other person's body, they were stunned again.
A black-robed hunter?!
We had just started talking about him, and here he is?
Of all the people present, none had ever seen the other before, and there wasn't even a clear photo of them.
In the past few days, almost everyone on Svalo Island with good connections knows they are looking for the Black-Robed Hunter, in case someone is impersonating him...
Mr. 11 looked on with suspicion and cautiously asked, "And you are?"
"The Black-Robed Hunter".
Seeing everyone standing there dumbfounded and silent, Yelena raised an eyebrow. "Don't believe me?"
Mr. 11 quickly waved his hand, "No, no, no, we were just surprised. We tried so hard to find you before, but we couldn't. We never expected you to come to our door in person."
He glanced at the open window, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
None of the dozen or so people noticed the other party's approach. This person was not simple. Even if he was not a black-robed hunter, he should not be underestimated.
He was genuinely afraid after encountering several powerful figures he couldn't afford to offend in the past few days.
Yelena drew her longsword and casually slashed forward.
A wave of blood-red sword energy flew out out of thin air!
Whoosh!
"what!"
"Danger!"
Everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events, their faces filled with fear.
A crimson sword wave grazed Mr. 11's body, cleaving the table behind him in two with a smooth, even cut.
Click!
It wasn't until the wood hit the floor that everyone came to their senses, their eyes filled with horror as they looked at Yelena!
Mr. 11 stiffly turned his head to look at the table beside him, his voice trembling, "Flying... Flying Slash! It really was you!"
At that moment, all the doubt in his eyes vanished.
A person with such strength would not impersonate someone else.
The rumored black-robed hunter was a swordsman, and it seems that it was indeed true.
"Tell me where you came from and why you're here." Yelena turned and closed the window.
Standing by the window in the cold wind, trying to look cool, is pretty silly. You should find a warmer spot.
She walked to the broken wooden table in the room and sat down in the chair.
Everyone stepped back, not daring to approach her.
Mr. 11 took a deep breath, composed himself, and slowly began to speak:
"We come from the Grand Line..."
He recounted his background in detail, as well as the recruitment process by the Baroque Works.
"You are renowned in the North Sea, but Baroque Works is a vast organization spanning five seas. We will never tarnish your reputation, as long as you..."
"I agree." Yelena had no patience to listen to him bragging about his organization.
In terms of knowledge about Baroque Works, no one present could compare to hers.
"They agreed?!" Mr.11 exclaimed in surprise.
Are strong people so easily persuaded?
He had prepared his lines for months, but hadn't had a chance to use them yet!
Seeing the black-robed hunter nod, everyone relaxed. Their mission in the North Sea was complete, and they wouldn't be blamed by their superiors anymore.
"Now that you've agreed to join the organization, we'll set off for the Grand Line first thing tomorrow morning!"
"Return to base! Return to base!"
Mr. 11 raised his arm, and his men cheered.
Seeing everyone's high spirits, Miss Thursday raised her hand with a blank expression, "How are we supposed to get back?"
Mr. 11 looked at his partner with disdain. "Of course we're going back on the company's ship. That's a great...ship that can sail across the ocean?"
Snapped!
He suddenly slapped his forehead, tears welling in his eyes, "Our ship is destroyed!"
"Oh right, the ship was cut in two by that Shichibukai and sank into the sea!"
His men stopped jumping around and all looked miserable.
Mr. 11 instructed his men, "Everyone, take out your money and pool it together to see if we can buy a ship."
Everyone reached into their pockets, took off their shoes, and lifted their wigs. After a chaotic scene, all the money was spread out on the bed.
Yelena looked at the money on the bed and roughly estimated it to be over 1.5 million Berries.
Buying a small wooden boat should be enough for fishing in the nearshore waters.
"Your Excellency..." Mr.11 looked over with eager anticipation.
Yelena stared back at her with a look of utter disbelief, as if to say, "Are you choking on your own food?"
Have you ever seen a company where employees are already spending money on the company before they've even started working there?
Criminal organizations don't have this rule either.
"How about we rob a ship?" someone suggested, offering a terrible idea.
Snapped!
Mr. 11 slapped the man hard on the head and growled, "Are you crazy?! Have you forgotten that female navy woman from a few days ago? Do you want us all to be thrown in jail?!"
After reprimanding his subordinates, Mr. 11 looked at Yelena with a fawning smile, "Please wait a few more days, Your Excellency. We will take care of the ship issue. Please accept this Den Den Mushi."
"Um."
Yelena took the Den Den Mushi, got up, walked to the window, opened it, and jumped onto the roof.
Mr. 11's voice traveled clearly through the wind.
"Hijacking ships is a good idea, but not civilian or merchant ships; we have to rob pirate ships!"
"Starting tomorrow—no, starting now—you will take turns keeping watch at the docks and taverns. Report to me immediately if you discover any information about pirates!"
Yelena paused for a moment, chuckled softly, shook her head, and disappeared into the night.
Stealing a pirate ship?
Then you'll have to wait a while.
Over the next few days, Yelena scoured gold shops and banks all over Swallo Island, exchanging most of her peli for gold, leaving only a few million in hand.
Next, we're heading to the Grand Line, but we won't be able to find a fixed place to stay for a while, and it's inconvenient to carry around a big suitcase all the time.
"You really want to give it to me?" Eve looked surprised as she looked at the huge violin case in front of her.
"Well, keep it as a souvenir. Who knows when we'll meet again after this farewell."
In a private room at a restaurant in the city, Yelena and Colonel Lind and his daughter gathered together.
Eve opened the violin case, and a faint smell of wood lacquer wafted out. She wrinkled her nose and tried to pluck the strings.
hum-
"If I'm not mistaken, you haven't played this cello since you bought it, have you?"
Yelena nodded shyly.
She spends most of her time training and gathering intelligence on pirates; she has no time to practice the piano.
I've almost forgotten most of the musical techniques passed down from my parents.
Colonel Linde's gaze lingered briefly on the cello, a strange glint in his eyes.
Yelena noticed his mood, opened her handbag, and took out an exquisitely designed gift box.
"This is a gift for you."
"I have one too?!" Colonel Linde's face lit up with surprise, and his voice rose a few decibels.
Seeing that the two people across the table were looking at him, he blushed and immediately lowered his voice.
"Exchanging gifts is a pastime for you young girls; I, an old man, won't join in..."
"Alright, Dad, hurry up and open it." Eve interrupted him.
"Ahem, alright then, I'll shamelessly accept it... Huh?"