The Great Voyage Begins with the Celestial Dragons

Chapter 287 The Plan is Underway

One month later, at the bullfighting arena.

The scorching sun beat down on the gladiatorial arena in Dressrosa, where the massive dust stage was a mixture of blood and sweat, and every clash of metal seemed to tell a story of the intertwining of life and death.

The warriors brandished their weapons with unrestrained abandon, their eyes blazing with the desire to fight. Every move they made was aimed at felling their enemies, and every drop of blood shed was for victory.

On the high stands, enthusiastic crowds waved their flags and shouted deafening cheers.

They cheered for the soldiers below and mourned for those who had fallen.

King Riku, who sits in the main seat and is now the King of Dressrosa, has bright, piercing eyes that reveal his love for battle.

He was once a gladiator, and would even occasionally disguise himself and fight in the arena.

He sat upright, leaning slightly forward, every subtle movement revealing his engagement and anticipation for the battle. His fingertips danced lightly, as if he still remembered the battlefield and the fierce duel.

Scarlett sat obediently beside King Riku, her beautiful face adorned with a touch of playfulness, like a mischievous princess. Sometimes she giggled as she chatted with the king, sometimes she whispered in his ear, as if plotting something important.

In the corner, Doflamingo coldly observed everything, watching King Riku and Scarlett's interaction, his eyes occasionally flashing with contempt and mockery.

"Fufufufufufu! Look, what a peaceful kingdom. It's a pity, it's time to return it to its true masters."

Hearing Doflamingo's laughter, Monet, whose face was hidden in her hood, glanced at Doflamingo with a mocking look in her eyes.

“Young Master, using the excuse that my hometown was massacred by pirates, I have successfully infiltrated the royal palace and gained the trust of King Riku and his daughter. I told them that I have an older brother who protected me all the way to Dressrosa, and that I left the palace this time to have him join the royal guards.”

Monet followed Scarlett's instructions and repeated her words exactly as she had been told.

"Fufufufufu! Very good! Well done. Let Torebol go into the palace with you. Three days later, we'll coordinate from the inside and outside!"

Doflamingo glanced admiringly at Monet. Dressrosa was, after all, a country in the New World, and he had originally planned to spend one to two years infiltrating it.

Monet was pleasantly surprised that he completed the task in just one month.

Compared to his incompetent subordinates, Monet was quite capable.

"Young Master, it's all for the sake of the family!"

A resolute voice came from beneath the hood, and at the same time, the gladiatorial combat below ended.

Doflamingo looked up at the main stands and saw King Riku pounding his chest in frustration, while Scarlett beside him wore a victorious, fox-like smile.

It goes without saying that the fallen were warriors supported by King Riku; Scarlett's judgment was far superior.

"Fufufufufu, I wonder how many more times I'll see such a harmonious father-daughter scene..."

……

night.

Monet led Torrepol into the palace.

Monet held Torrepol, who was following behind him, in contempt.

At his peak age, he only had a bounty of 5000 million. This was partly due to his long-term association with Doflamingo in the North Blue, but more so because his own strength was too weak.

Even if Doflamingo makes a name for himself, he would never reach a bounty of 100 million.

The fact that such trash is Doflamingo's most trusted subordinate shows how weak Doflamingo's family members are.

It's no exaggeration to say that, aside from Doflamingo himself, Monet alone could wipe out the rest of the family members.

"Hehehe, Monet, you've worked hard this time. The young master will never forget your contribution."

As he walked along the road, Torrepol laughed wildly, leaving a long trail of slime in his wake.

He is a user of the Sticky-Sticky Fruit, so he wears an extremely bulky cloak that looks like a quilt, but his actual body is extremely thin, and the inside of the cloak is filled with the sticky secretions of the fruit.

"Don't address him as 'Young Master' once you enter the palace. Do you want to expose yourself, Torrebol?" Monet said expressionlessly.

"Oh ho ho ho, good, good, good!"

Torrepol let out a strange laugh, but his eyes showed displeasure.

He was a veteran who chose to serve Doflamingo when he was young.

If it weren't for Trebol, Doflamingo wouldn't have eaten the String-String Fruit, let alone achieved his current glory.

A mere little girl who joined halfway through the journey has become so arrogant just because she did something that benefited the family. Such a person is not good for the future of the family.

In his heart, Trebol was already thinking about how to persuade Doflamingo, and how to squeeze Monet dry and then discard him.

However, as they went further in, Torrepol frowned slightly:

Where are we going?

"The side room where the guards live—you don't think ordinary guards can live inside the palace, do you?"

Monet looked at Torrepol as if he were a fool, but in reality, she was already tense, ready to strike at any moment if Torrepol noticed anything amiss.

With her strength combined with the Devil Fruit, she could subdue Trebol in an instant.

However, due to the princess's wicked sense of humor, she chose to lead the way.

"I see. Let's continue then."

Unexpectedly, Torrepol simply nodded slightly and made no other move.

Seeing Torrepol's behavior, Monet was somewhat unsure of what to do.

She didn't know if Torrepol was genuinely naive or if he had already figured something out and wanted to lower her guard.

However, driven by a princess's mission and confident in his own abilities, Monet continued walking forward.

Torrepol didn't think much of it and casually followed behind Monet.

He was always thinking about how to squeeze every last drop of value out of Monet, but he never imagined that Monet would betray Doflamingo.

In his eyes, Doflamingo was born a king, destined to be a superior being.

It was an honor for Monet to join the Doflamingo Family; how could he possibly think of betraying them?

Unlike Rosinante, who witnessed Doflamingo kill their shared biological father, Trebol never felt anything was amiss.

However, whenever he thought about the Heart officer position that Doflamingo had promised Monet, he felt uneasy.

On the one hand, he always felt that the position was already taken, especially since Doflamingo had recently promoted him to the same position and it was someone he had a good relationship with.

But no matter how you look at it, this position shouldn't be filled. After Rosinandi's betrayal, the position became vacant.

Secondly, the Red Heart Cadre is the highest-ranking cadre in the family, on par with him, the "Plum Blossom" Cadre. How could he possibly feel at ease with that?

"arrive!"

His little thoughts were briefly forgotten as Monet spoke and pushed open the door to a side room.

When Torrepol saw the scene inside and the figure standing in the side hall, his expression changed drastically…

Chapter 288 Improvisational Entertainment

Inside the side hall was a room that looked like an exhibition hall.

The room is surrounded by glass display cases, each containing a beautifully crafted toy.

These toys, with their limbs bound and imprisoned in a glass display case, wriggled from time to time, looking incredibly creepy.

It's clearly a toy, but it's a toy that can move on its own.

This chilling scene did not frighten Trebol; Devil Fruit abilities are incredibly diverse, and even Doflamingo could do something like this.

What made him pale was the figure standing inside the room.

Besides Scarlett, who was dressed in aristocratic hunting attire, there was someone else standing beside her that he never expected.

"Luo! What are you doing here!"

Torrepol stared warily at the figure, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Rosinante betrayed his family with Law, and according to Doflamingo, both Law and Rosinante should have returned to the Navy by now.

Why...why is Luo here...?

"Torrepol... that's the name, right? It's a bit hard to pronounce, so it's easy to forget."

Scarlett toyed with the exquisite rapier in her hand, her bright eyes smiling as she looked at Torrepol:

"Well, don't blame me if you're wrong. I'll forget you soon anyway, so it doesn't matter."

"What do you mean? Your Highness, I'm just a guard!"

Torrepol frowned at Scarlett, trying to defend himself. Although he had unexpectedly met Law, he felt he could say something before the other woman spoke.

"Interesting. Doflamingo once shared the same surname as my husband, so is this the level of his Plum Blossom subordinates?"

Scarlett wiped the blade, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Right in front of Torrepol, the rapier pierced the gap in the glass display case next to him, and plunged into the abdomen of a toy wearing sunglasses.

"How much do you actually know? Did Luo tell you?"

When Torrepol heard Scarlett refer to him as a "plum blossom cadre," his expression darkened slightly.

Luo knew things were going to go wrong just by standing there.

"Sigh, it's really a difference in intelligence. How could Doflamingo possibly be interested in trash like you? If he keeps going like this, he won't even be able to make toys anymore."

Scarlett muttered, drew the sword from the toy, and a cloud of blood mist rose from it.

A drop of blood mist landed not far from the label on the glass display case, and the label clearly read:

Vergo, the second-generation Heart Executive of the Doflamingo Pirates.

"Hmph, no need for your concern. Now that the plan has been exposed, you can all die here!"

Upon hearing the unfriendly tone in Scarlett's words, Torrepol knew that things would not end well today.

The Sticky Fruit activated, and a large amount of sticky liquid gushed out from his body.

But the mucus only went a meter before it suddenly stopped.

Wow!

The sound of ice and snow churning rang out, the slime froze, and snowflakes began to fall unnaturally inside the room.