Capítulo 70: Chapter 70: The Hongmen Banquet
The return of the Don Quixote ship,
For the entire Spaidamiruz, it was both attention-grabbing and dismissible.
Those who attracted attention were naturally the "big shots." Among them were those who leaked information and deliberately led pirates to attack the Don Quixote ship. They were ordered by Rosinante to be captured by the thugs attached to the Don Quixote family and disappeared into the dungeons of the Rose Mansion.
Others were so frightened that they swore oaths to Rosinante, trembling with fear, pledging to serve the family with all their might...
Regarding this, Rosinante wore a disdainful expression.
"I don't need all of your energy, but I require your unwavering loyalty,"
"You must always consider matters from the perspective of the family. Understand?"
Although he said so, his past experiences made Rosinante aware: as long as he and his group showed signs of weakness, these well-dressed accountants, agents, and managers would immediately transform into beasts and pounce on the Don Quixote family.
Just like the commoners who knew about their "Celestial Dragon" identity!
So, he would never give them any opportunity.
The faint release of "Busoshoku Haki" combined with the disappearance of those people into the underground chambers made these agents, shopkeepers, and managers bow repeatedly.
And those who were dismissive were naturally the ordinary townspeople.
To maintain stability, Rosinante hadn't made many changes to the factories and shops that originally belonged to the Jeet family and now belonged to the Don Quixote family. So, for most people, it was merely a change of "master."
Naturally, they wouldn't care!
On the other hand, the prices of food had recently noticeably dropped, allowing many working-class families to afford meat.
Perhaps before long, more changes would unconsciously unite them under the banner of the Don Quixote family.
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"How's it going? Any loopholes?"
In the grand hall of the Rose Mansion, Rosinante, shirtless and vigorously lifting weights, squatted while holding a massive iron ball weighing hundreds of kilograms. He simultaneously asked Torebor, who was reading through last month's family financial records.
"I'd say... probably, seems like, maybe... there aren't any?"
Although Torebor had previously managed the "Four Suits Family" and had some understanding of financial records and transactions, managing the finances involving tens of thousands of people—related to the former Jeet family, now Don Quixote family—was a different story. The scale was more than a hundredfold larger.
Even Rosinante himself felt a headache when he saw that towering pile of records.
Therefore, this work had been delegated to Torebor, who found it a source of headache.
"How about letting Wesk help manage the daily operations? What do you think?"
Seeing that Torebor couldn't handle it, Rosinante suggested.
Of course, Wesk's status would be at most equivalent to that of Polkin; both were mid-level executives serving the Don Quixote family and were not truly "family" members.
"Sure,"
Rosinante, who was also lifting weights in the hall, concurred.
Vergo inadvertently used a brief "Busoshoku Haki," and Rosinante had already mastered "Kenbunshoku Haki," which caused everyone else's training intensity to skyrocket!
Even Torebor, who was flipping through the financial records with one hand, held a heavy dumbbell in his other hand and repeatedly did curls.
This scene left Wesk, who had entered by pushing the door, unable to help but adjust his gold-rimmed glasses. He almost thought he had stumbled into some kind of "fitness club."
"Organize financial records for the Don Quixote family, manage their businesses..."
Facing Rosinante's straightforward proposal, the successful businessman hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement.
"I appreciate the trust of everyone; I will do my utmost!"
Wesk was well aware that in the eyes of most people in Spaidamiruz, he was already linked to the "Don Quixote family." Even if he wanted to "get off the ship" now, it was no longer possible.
So, he might as well take a gamble and see if these youths before him could continue to advance and reach higher peaks.
"Wesk, I've met a few big brothers!"
Since it's a family matter, the successful businessman naturally adjusted his address to fit in. He was almost on the verge of taking out a bottle of wine to pour himself a glass of "little brother's wine."
"Alright then, onto the first task."
Pointing to Torebor, who was sitting behind a desk processing financial records, Rosinante instructed him to start working.
"Organize the family's financial flows for this month,"
"We don't want to hear about anyone misappropriating family funds and making fun of our incompetence behind our backs."
"Understood,"
As the adept Wesk got to work, Torebor also joined the ranks of weightlifting.
Because Rosinante had discreetly scouted around and discovered that the entire Rose Mansion was under the surveillance of CP agents.
In the face of potential battles that could erupt at any moment, it was crucial to focus on training and improving their strength!
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"Damn, are these guys really just ruffians?!"
With the information sent back by the local CP3's agents who were monitoring the Rose Mansion, the senior CP agent of the local CP3, a man wearing a black suit and a white mask, was looking grim.
Although the mask covered his face, his expression below must definitely not be pleasant.
"They've been relentlessly exercising and sparring, gathering in the mansion without stepping out, without seeking women, without indulging in heavy drinking... Although food consumption is massive, it's strictly controlled by Polizioano Jola."
Were these really just a bunch of ruffians? Or was this a training ground for the Marines?!
The special agents under him excelled in methods like seduction, assassination, poisoning, and ambush, but against the opponent who was devoting himself to rigorous training, their skills were practically useless.
And Jola had once been a queen of a country, her vigilance regarding food was ingrained. It was simply unrealistic to try to poison the Don Quixote family's food without her noticing!
Damn...
"Don't underestimate our target,"
The cold, unfeeling man in the black suit who had followed them from Akankaria admitted that he had underestimated this "Don Quixote family" a little, but in front of his colleagues, he maintained a "I knew this would happen" demeanor.
"They were able to withstand the White Dragon Pirates, and it wasn't due to luck but the strength they gained from their intense training."
"Since Plan A won't work, let's execute Plan B!"
The so-called Plan A involved female agents using seduction, assassinations in bed, and poisoning... these lowly methods.
Plan B, on the other hand, involved lying in ambush to kill!
The gaze of the cold, black-suited man turned to another person in the room:
It was a man dressed like a magician, or rather, he was a magician.
With his tall top hat, black tailcoat, white gloves, and cane, a neatly trimmed beard, he was none other than the famous "Magician" Field from the North Sea.
He excelled at performing seamless "escape" and "substitution" magic tricks. He often performed at major royal events and high-ranking officials' parties in the North Sea, amassing a large following and high popularity.
In reality, he was a Devil Fruit user.
And he was the core of the CP organization's operation this time.
"With Mr. Field's assistance, taking down the entire Don Quixote family won't be difficult."
"...Gentlemen, I'm just a performer."
Faced with the two senior CP3 agents, Field, dressed as a magician, spoke with a somewhat helpless tone.
If he could, he wouldn't want to get involved in these secretive CP missions. However, there might be many people daring enough to refuse the CP organization, but he wasn't one of them.
"The matter of fighting, please forgive my inability."
"That's only natural. We'll handle the fighting."
Facing this magician who could potentially "run away" at any time and had a reputation outside, even the senior CP agents were very accommodating.
"Mr. Field only needs to do what he usually does—perform."
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"It's quite a bother that they're all equipped with ground-listening devices..."
At the outer periphery of the Rose Mansion, a black-haired youth emerged from the ground. It was none other than Seniol Pick!
He cast a distant glance at the mansion where Rosinante and the others were located, feeling quite speechless inwardly.
After returning to their "main camp," the members of the Don Quixote family actually holed up inside and didn't come out?
This situation left the infiltrating Pick, who had come on a military ship to convey the message, baffled.
Since Rosinante and the others had saved Odyssey and the orphanage where he had stayed, Pick had an obligation to repay this favor.
Meanwhile, Jola had also joined the Don Quixote family, and Pick felt a sense of guilt towards the orphanage director, which was another reason that drove him to disregard the danger and sneak onto the military ship to follow.
However, the land was different from the sea.
At sea, the ship was constantly buffeted by wind and waves, masking the sounds and vibrations when Pick used his abilities.
On land, using his ability to "swim" through the soil would produce sounds and vibrations.
Since they hadn't caught Pick and were on guard, the CP3 agents had prepared a large number of "ground-listening devices" to monitor any movements underground, leaving Pick to hover in the vicinity of the Rose Mansion.
Devil Fruit abilities were indeed powerful, but human ingenuity was not to be underestimated.
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In the blink of an eye, two days had passed.
Just when Pick was about to lose patience, the gates of the Rose Mansion finally opened:
Leading the way was Doflamingo in a black exquisite suit, white tie, and flamingo-shaped sunglasses, his figure soaring.
Rosinante, in white casual clothes, a black tie, and a belt with a dagger and sound-blast bombs, walked beside him.
Behind them were Torebor with a cane, Diamante with an oversized Western sword, Pica with a metal helmet, and... Vergo with bread stuck to his cheek. Jola, wearing a long dress, was also part of the group.
The attire of everyone was predominantly black and white, exuding an air of competence and seriousness. Coupled with the weapons they carried, they didn't look like they were attending a feast, but rather like they were prepared to start a brawl.
Considering their identities, such dressing was "normal."
"Target sighted!"
"All units, be prepared for combat—"
The information spread rapidly the moment Rosinante and the others stepped outside.
The CP3 agents, who were already prepared, immediately sprung into action. At the same time, the soldiers of the Raffael Kingdom, without realizing it, were ordered to move to specific locations.
"Is this the mayor's residence?"
Three luxurious black carriages carried everyone through half the town, arriving at the front of a large gate.
Decorated with golden patterns, emblems, and crowns, the gilded gates were surrounded by members of the Spadadmairuz society's upper echelons. As Rosinante and the others alighted from the carriages, an elderly butler appeared dressed in the attire of a steward.
"Welcome, members of the Don Quixote family."
"Please follow me, my master is awaiting your presence in the hall."
As Rosinante observed the old man, he noticed that when the latter turned around, he took a step with his left foot and discreetly tapped his toes three times.
Ah, it seemed that today's event would be a "Hongmen Banquet."
"Let's go, we're entering!"
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