RNP Chapter 93 Landing in Sabaody
Chapter 93 Landing in Sabaody
Chapter 93 Landing in Sabaody
Zhan Guo sighed.
"That's settled then."
He picked up the Den Den Mushi and gave orders to the Chabourne branch.
After putting down the Den Den Mushi, Sengoku looked at the huge sea chart on the wall, at the location of the Sabaody Archipelago, and at the entrance to the New World.
"That monster—" he whispered, "is finally leaving."
Sabaody Archipelago, Mangrove Zone GR-13.
CP agents are in a frantic rush.
"Saint Roswald! Please come with us back to the Holy Land immediately!"
The CP member in the black suit was bent over, and beads of sweat were almost dripping from his forehead.
In front of him, a man wearing a bubble hood sat in a gilded wheelchair, holding a wine glass in his hand, looking extremely impatient.
"Return to the Holy Land? Why?"
"Because—because a dangerous group of pirates is approaching Sabaody Archipelago, for your safety—"
"Dangerous pirates?" Saint Roswald scoffed. "I am a Celestial Dragon! A World Noble! What pirate would dare to touch me?"
The CP members bent their waists even lower.
"It's that... 'King Slayer,' 'Silver Hair' Norton!"
"Norton?"
Saint Roswald paused, his expression shifting, the wine glass in his hand wobbling, spilling wine onto his expensive robe. But he paid no heed to it.
"Then—then hurry up and take me away!"
He urged him on, his voice filled with fear.
The slaves beside him had their heads down, but the corners of their mouths couldn't help but curl up slightly.
They, who are obsequious and subservient, sometimes enjoy seeing the Celestial Dragons, who are high and mighty, helpless and at a loss.
Yes, even the god-like Celestial Dragons are afraid!
Of course, no one dared to reveal their true thoughts. The CP members hurriedly pushed the wheelchairs toward the port.
Along the way, several other Celestial Dragons were "invited" out of various entertainment venues. They were men and women, young and old. Some were cursing, some were complaining, and some were asking, "What will happen to my slaves?"
But nobody paid them any attention.
"Damn it! Why should those lowly people let me leave!"
"My toy! My newly bought merman slave!"
"Hurry! That serial killer is coming!"
The shouting gradually faded away, disappearing into the shadows of the mangroves.
Meanwhile, news of the Norton Pirates' impending landing spread like wildfire.
"The Norton Pirates are here!"
"Sixty ships! They've reached the waters off GR-1!"
"That silver-haired guy is leading the team himself!"
In the bar, patrons threw down their glasses and ran away.
On the streets, pedestrians hurriedly took refuge inside their homes.
The street vendors who used to hawk their wares on the street have abandoned their stalls and disappeared into the alleys.
But soon, new information began to spread.
"The navy didn't move."
"Really?"
"It's true! There's been absolutely no movement from the branch headquarters. The warships are all holed up in the harbor; they don't even dare to come out and check!"
"Holy crap—"
Then came another message.
"Did you see that fleet? The very last one—the Thriller Bark! Moriah's ship!"
"Moria? That Shichibukai?"
"Yes! Moonlight Moria! His ship came with Norton!"
"Could it be—"
"Moria has been subdued!"
The news was like a bomb that exploded in Chambord.
Shichibukai.
Another Shichibukai!
With Crocodile already on board, the Norton Pirates now have two former Shichibukai.
"That silver-haired guy—" someone murmured, "maybe he really is going to change the world!"
Mangrove Zone GR-25.
Several pirates huddled together, whispering amongst themselves.
"What should we do? Should we go and seek refuge with them?"
"Seek refuge with them? Would they even consider lowly fry like us?"
"Whether we like them or not is one thing, whether we go or not is another. Those are two Shichibukai! Following them is better than us wandering around the New World on our own."
"That makes sense."
"Walk!"
Several pirates stood up and ran towards the port.
But some people were not convinced.
Mangrove Zone GR-40.
A burly man with a face full of scars stood at the entrance of the bar, holding a huge battle axe in his hand.
"The Norton Pirates? Bah! When I was in the New World, that guy was probably nowhere to be found!"
Behind him stood a dozen or so equally menacing-looking men.
"Big brother, we—"
"Let's go! Let's meet that so-called Fifth Emperor!"
They carried their weapons and headed towards GR-1.
The people around them looked at them as if they were dead.
In an inconspicuous building in the GR-30 mangrove area.
A man wearing a pink feather coat sat on a sofa, with several men in black suits kneeling in front of him.
"Fufufufu—" The man in the pink feather coat chuckled. "Sixty ships? And Moria with them?"
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"Yes, young master."
"Interesting." The man in the pink feather coat stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the faintly visible silhouette of a ship in the distance.
"That silver-haired guy is really quick at recruiting people."
He turned around and looked at his men.
"Go and make contact. Ask that silver-haired guy if he's interested in collaborating."
"cooperate?"
"Yes. He needs a place to stay to enter the New World. Dressrosa is just in need of a powerful ally—fufufufu—"
"Tell him for me that I'll buy him a drink."
The White Pearl slowly docked at the GR-24 mangrove pier, which was originally crowded with people and boats, but was now deserted.
The merchant ships, fishing boats, and sightseeing boats that were docked here had mostly fled when the fleet approached.
Only a few brave souls remained, hiding in a corner far away, craning their necks to watch.
Norton stood at the bow of the ship, looking at the island before him, which was made up of a huge mangrove root system.
Bubbles float in the air, and sunlight shines through them, refracting into a kaleidoscope of colors.
"Sambotte—" he murmured.
Behind them, the cadres disembarked one after another.
Kro adjusted his glasses, glanced around, and confirmed there was no threat.
Bucky swaggered ahead with his men, his red nose gleaming in the sunlight.
"Listen up, everyone! I'm a high-ranking officer in the Norton Pirates! From now on, in the New World, my name will make everyone tremble!"
Kabaji whispered behind him, "Captain, please keep your voice down—"
Nami linked arms with Norton, her eyes crinkling with laughter.
"Norton! Let's go shopping! I just saw a lot of clothing stores over there!"
Norton glanced at her.
"Buying clothes?"
"Yeah! You don't know, Sabaody's clothes are the best-looking in the entire Grand Line! I'd heard about them before, but I never had the money to buy them—"
As she spoke, her voice grew softer and softer until it became a mumble.
"—Now I have money."
Norton laughed.
"Okay, let's go shopping."
He glanced back at the cadres behind him.
"Everyone is free to do as they please. Those who need to buy supplies can do so, and those who want to have fun can do so. We'll meet tomorrow to find the coating craftsman."
The crowd dispersed.
Zeff beckoned to Sanji: "Let's go check out the market. The ship's supplies are almost gone."
Sanji nodded and followed.
Kro led a few people toward GR-1—there was an intelligence broker's hideout there, and he wanted to find out about the latest developments in the New World.
Bucky and his men disappeared into the alley, who knows what kind of trouble they're up to now.
Moria, bandaged like a mummy, was carried off the ship by several of his former men. Lying on the stretcher, he looked at the islanders who had gathered around, a smug smile on his face.
"Hehehe—what are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a Shichibukai before?"
The onlookers quickly looked away.
Enel stood beside him, arms crossed, his body crackling with electricity.
"Behave yourself."
Moria glanced at him.
"----knew."
Nami pulled Norton along the street, walking very fast.
"Look! Look! That store! I've seen that dress in a magazine before!"
She pointed to a beautifully decorated clothing store, where all kinds of dresses hung in the glass window—long ones, short ones, floral ones, plain ones, and those with ribbons and lace.
Norton was dragged into the store by her.
The shop assistant was about to say something like "Our shop only serves nobles," but when he looked up and saw that head of silver hair, he swallowed the rest of his words.
"Welcome!"
Nami had already started moving between the clothes racks, grabbing four or five dresses in her hands, and rushed into the fitting room.
Norton sat on the sofa, watching the bubbles drift by outside.
Fu Ning followed him in and sat down next to him.
"Why don't you go pick out a few items?"
Fu Ning shook her head.
"I'm not particular about clothes. Besides—"
She glanced in the direction of the fitting room.
"Let Nami choose first."
Norton didn't say anything, but simply put his arm around her shoulder.
Fu Ning blushed slightly, but did not flinch.
After a while, Nami came out of the fitting room.
She was wearing a light blue dress, the hem of which fell just to her knees, with a white ribbon tied at her waist. Bubbles drifted in through the open window, brushing past her.
"How was it?" She twirled around, her skirt billowing.
Norton glanced at her.
"good."
"—That's it?"
"It looks pretty good."
Nami smiled and then went back into the fitting room.
Next is the second item. The third item. The fourth item.
Norton remained seated on the sofa, occasionally nodding and saying things like "It's alright" or "This is also acceptable."
Every time Nami changed her clothes, she would turn around and ask for his opinion, like a butterfly flitting about.
Fu Ning watched from the side, a slight smile playing on her lips.
When it came time to try on the last item, Nami came out, but instead of turning around, she stood in front of Norton and looked at him intently.
"What about this one?"
It was a white long dress, simple in style, but it made her look much softer.
Norton looked at her for a few seconds.
"This one is the best."
"I'll take this one!"
Over at the market, Zeff and Sanji were browsing in the food section.
"The beef has to be fresh." Zeff squatted in front of a stall, poking at a piece of meat with his finger. "This won't do, it's too tough."
The stall owner wanted to get angry, but when he saw the curly-browed young man behind him with a cigarette in his mouth, he held back.
Sanji was carrying several bags filled with various spices and vegetables. He smelled the herbs in the bags and frowned.
"The quality is just average."
"It'll do for now." Zeff stood up. "The supplies on the ship are enough. We can buy better ones when we get to Fishman Island."
They continued walking, and Sanji stopped when they passed a fish stall.
The stall displayed various kinds of fish, some common, and some he didn't recognize.
"What kind of fish is this?"
"This?" The stall owner glanced at it. "Rainbow-scaled fish, only found near Chambord. The flesh is very tender, perfect for eating raw!"
Sanji picked up a piece and looked at it.
"Give me ten."
"Ten, ten articles?"
"Yes. Ten."
The stall owner was frantically packing the fish.
Zeff watched from the side, a slight smile playing on his lips.
This kid is starting to look more and more like a cook.
The top of mangrove GR-30.
Sanosuke stood on a thick tree branch, his black feathers fluttering slightly in the wind. As Norton's appointed supervisor, he was responsible for overseeing the pirate crew whenever they landed on the island.
After eating a Devil Fruit and gaining the power to fly, this job became even easier for him.
He looked down over the entire island. The streets, the buildings, the ant-like crowds.
Norton, Nami, and Funing are at the clothing store.
Zeff and Sanji are at the market.
Kro was at the intelligence dealers' hideout.
Bucky was acting suspiciously in the alley, I don't know what he was doing.
El and a few others stood at the tavern entrance, seemingly waiting for something.
Zoro was dragged around a weapon shop by Grimm, looking utterly dejected.
Ah Jin stood on the pier, staring blankly at the sea.
Moria was carried to a shady spot to lie down, and Enel stood beside him; the two seemed to be talking about something.
After mastering the ability to perceive color, everything became so clear to him.
In the distance, several men in black suits were walking towards the dock, and further away, a dozen menacing-looking pirates were approaching GR-24, all holding weapons.
Sanosuke opened his eyes, spread his wings, leaped down from the tree, and flew off in a certain direction.
Pier GR-24.
The men in black suits were stopped as soon as they reached the White Pearl.
"What do you do?"
Several pirates guarding the ship gripped their knives and watched them warily.
The man in the black suit who was in the lead smiled and raised his hands.
"Don't be nervous. We're here to deliver a message."
He took a letter out of his pocket.
"Our young master would like to invite Admiral Norton for a drink."
The pirate guarding the ship took the letter, glanced at it, and frowned.
"Doflamingo?"
"Yes. One of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, the King of Dressrosa."
The pirate guarding the ship paused for a moment, then nodded.
"Wait, I'll go inform Admiral Norton!"
He took the letter and ran towards the island.
Meanwhile, the dozen or so pirates had arrived on the streets of the GR-24 mangrove district.
The burly man in the lead, wielding a battle axe, looked around.
"Where is he? Where's that silver-haired guy?"
The people behind him were also looking around.
"Brother, why don't we look for it first—"
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"What are you looking for! Just ask!"
He grabbed a passerby by the collar.
"Hey! Where's Norton?"
The passersby turned pale with fright.
"Over there—the clothing store—"
The big man threw him aside, picked up his battle axe, and walked toward the clothing store.
The big man stopped after walking less than twenty meters.
Because there was a person standing in front of me.
He had flowing silver hair, a tall and upright figure, and wore a black cashmere coat.
With her hands in her pockets, she watched him with great interest.
"Looking for me?"
The big man paused for a second.
Then he raised his battle axe.
"Yes! It's you! Back when I was in the New World, you were the one..."
However, he didn't finish his sentence.
A hand rested on his shoulder.
He turned around, and a huge dark shadow loomed over him. El was looking down at him, his face expressionless, but his fierce aura was terrifying.
"Are you looking for King?"
The big man's axe fell to the ground, and the dozen or so people behind him had been surrounded by a group of tribesmen dressed in animal skins.
It was the Ivanki warriors.
Sanosuke slid down from the rooftop next to him and landed half a step behind Norton.
"King, should we deal with these small fry?"
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