The most courageous pirate hunter

Chapter 311 [Pure Gold News, Deadly Drug Effects....]

Magnificent.

On the undulating blue sea, the Death Ship slowly moved forward. Hermes sat cross-legged at the bow, his body burning with purple-white flames, routinely cleansing his body with Armament Haki.

Bruno was studying something in the kitchen.

Guyram was in the vegetable garden, while Tezzolo was on the deck, his body covered in wounds, his bandages wrapped haphazardly, his chest empty and devoid of a beating heart.

That bastard has been unconscious for two days and two nights.

slowly.

A blinding light shone down, and Tesoro opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was the cloudless sky and the huge sails. He was confused for a moment, then suddenly realized what was happening and scrambled to his feet.

However, this excitement aggravated her injury, almost causing her to have her period.

His face turned pale instantly, and his forehead and cheeks were covered in cold sweat.

"damn it."

Tesoro surveyed his surroundings and immediately spotted Hermes meditating at the bow of the ship. At the same time, his Observation Haki also detected Bruno in the kitchen and Guyram in the vegetable garden.

No need to guess, he has already been captured.

It must be on the Death of Monarch, a ship that strikes fear into the hearts of many.

All around us was an endless expanse of sea. How could we escape?

However, since the other party did not kill him, it means that they had designs on him, perhaps coveting his wealth?

"Two days and two nights, not bad!"

"So you now have two choices: either join the Emperor's organization, or I will find fifty burly men to gang rape you."

Just as Tesoro was thinking about how to escape, Hermes' voice rang in his ears. Tesoro was initially calm, after all, he had already fallen into the tiger's den, and whether he stuck his head out or not, he would be killed anyway.

But Hermes' last words made him lose his composure.

He let fifty burly men take turns with him?

Nima.

I can't even bear to think about that scene; it's better to just kill him and be done with it.

"Isn't your recruitment method going too far?"

Tesoro was furious.

He had never seen anyone recruit subordinates like this before; surely they should have tried to win people over with courtesy first and then resort to force!

"You have three seconds."

Hermes didn't bother with any words, just held up three fingers with his back to Tesoro. At that moment, Bruno came out with a drink, glanced down at Tesoro, put down a glass, and then walked towards Hermes.

Look at your chest!

With Bruno's reminder, Tezzolo subconsciously looked at his chest, and then his expression immediately went out of control.

Where is my big heart?

He could even see the scenery behind him from the front when he looked down. How can a person live without a heart?

"What have you done to me?"

Tesoro forced himself to calm down, his eyes filled with icy coldness as he looked at Hermes and Bruno.

"1."

"You can decide now!"

Hermes issued an ultimatum.

He believed Tezzolo was a smart man.

really.

Seeing that Hermes was not joking, Tesoro didn't have time to think much. He gritted his teeth and made his choice with great humiliation. He didn't want to die, especially not before he would be gang-raped by 50 big men.

Even if there were 49 fewer, he could just bear it.

But 50 is really too much to handle.

"Then welcome to the Emperor Organization."

Hermes smiled. He didn't care whether Tesoro was sincere or not. His heart was in his hands, and he only needed to squeeze it to send Tesoro to meet God.

Tezzolo looked grim, but could only swallow his anger.

It's my own fault for losing.

If he had another chance, he would show this man what cruelty was. He would never give himself a chance to find his heart again, and he would never allow the Golden Emperor to submit to him.

Little did they know that the other members of the Emperor Organization thought the same thing.

"Jie Jie~"

"Since we're all family now, let me ask you a question. Do you know what 'pure gold' is? It's not pure gold in the sense of gold, but pure gold that can preserve youth and prolong life."

Hermes asked Tesoro this question because he had seen it in a short video before he traveled through time, and it seemed to be a way to generate hype for the Golden City movie.

The villain in the story is one of the Golden Emperor's subordinates, and he is also a Devil Fruit user, seemingly a Paramecia-type Chain-Chain Fruit.

"Where did you hear that from?"

Tesoro was startled at first, but then his face calmed down.

Since the other party has already asked, it means they are certain of the answer. There's no point in hiding it, and besides, he got this information from those pig-like Celestial Dragons.

Rumor has it that hundreds of years ago, scientists discovered pure gold that could preserve youth forever. Wearing it on your body could slow down the passage of life, just like time itself.

He was bored, which is why he commissioned the treasure hunter Mad Torega to search for it.

However, Hermes was mistaken; the treasure hunter Mad Torega was not his subordinate, but merely someone he had commissioned to search for the treasure.

"Tell me the intelligence you have."

Hermes walked under the parasol and plopped down on a deckchair, gesturing for Tesoro to sit opposite him. Although mind reading couldn't read Tesoro's thoughts, he knew from Tesoro's appearance that he hadn't misremembered.

"I also learned this information from the Celestial Dragons. Rumor has it that a scientist existed hundreds of years ago..."

Tesoro was good at assessing the situation and even considered setting a trap, but after much thought, he couldn't find a good opportunity. He was also unsure how much information Hermes had, so he could only tell her everything.

"Treasure Hunter Mad Torega".

"Angelfish?"

"Mischina Olga, has she really lived for two hundred years?"

After listening to Tesoro's account, Hermes stroked his chin.

Roughly two hundred years ago, a scientist accidentally synthesized something called "pure gold." Wearing this thing could slow down the loss of life, and even after two hundred years, one's appearance would not change much.

In other words, as long as you find this girl named Mischina Olga, you can find pure gold.

Even if it can't alleviate the side effects of the deadly drug, just the fact that it can delay the loss of life is enough for someone to try every means to obtain it.

The only pity is that the treasure hunter Tesoro commissioned has not yet found Mischina Olga's whereabouts, which should be two years after the Marineford War.

The good news is that he can get the pure gold if he just waits patiently for two years.

The bad news is that he has to wait another two years.

But there's something even worse, and that's about the lethal drug.

Six months ago, Hermes discovered that after taking the poison, his strength did not increase much. When he first took it, one pill would increase his strength by two times, and taking two pills would increase it by four.

But now it can only increase the power by a tenth at most.

It can no longer play a decisive role.

Hermes guessed that it must be because he was powerful enough. This is a common plot in novels: various rare and precious treasures have little effect on the strong, but can have a 100% effect on the weak.

I was initially thinking of solving the side effects of the deadly drug and then increasing my power indefinitely, but reality gave me a rude awakening.

no doubt.

Losing the trump card of the poison was a painful experience for Hermes, but on second thought it also meant he wouldn't die young, and perhaps without the poison, he would become stronger.

After all, true strength comes from within; relying on external forces is not a sustainable approach.

Hermes did not allow Tesoro to contact Mad Torega, but let the other party continue the investigation. If there was news in advance, that would be good, but if not, it would not matter if they waited for two years.

He still has that much patience.

Furthermore, Hermes was quite pleased with Tesoro's pragmatism; indeed, masters are all intelligent, and also afraid of death.

Chapter 312 [Using the position of general to attract people]

The sun rises and sets.