"Here we go."

Qiubai looked up, and the white threads had bloomed in the air just after nightfall.

Everything was as Doflamingo had expected, and today during the day, King Riku demanded a large donation from the people of Dedressrosa, without revealing the slightest reason.

This is tantamount to tying the king's credibility to the money.

Presumably, the king should be able to collect 10 billion Baileys, but unfortunately Doflamingo will not keep his promise, and the riot he planned has already begun as soon as night falls.

Next, he will "re-emerge" as the king of the country, but that has nothing to do with Qiubai anymore.

Screams, blood, cries, explosions, and fires were almost all at once in the country.

"Let's go."

Retracting his gaze, Qiu Bai said to Ain, who was standing behind him.

Everyone has a task tonight, but Qiubai is no longer ready to do anything for Doflamingo...... But it seems like he's never done much for Doflamingo.

In other words, what is his mission?

"Will she come?"

Ain asked as he slowly followed behind Qiubai.

“…… Who knows? ”

Qiubai is not sure, Monet will probably help him do something, but will he leave with Yitong...... It can only be said that there is such a possibility.

The key figure lies in granulated sugar.

After all, Doflamingo still fed the little girl the childlike fruit, but in this case, she would be the most crucial person tonight, so whether it was Torrebol or Doflamingo, they would stay by her side...... That means she can only stay here.

Qiubai wants to leave secretly, not to go head-to-head with Doflamingo, with his strength, what he can't do is what he can't do, and there is no need to try.

So Monet is an infinitive, and it is an infinitive that deviates more from autumn white.

In the face of the turmoil in a country, Qiubai was not indifferent, but he still went straight in one direction quite calmly, and such an abrupt mode of action was still quite eye-catching.

There was a "buzzing" sound overhead, and it was the anti-air reconnaissance duo of baby-5 and Bafaro, who were the E2 Hawkeyes of the pirates, who were responsible for monitoring the overall situation.

"You two!"

Qiu Bai waved his hand at the two.

The latter saw his greeting and lowered the altitude.

"Brother Qiu?"

"Come with me?"

This is an invitation, but at such a critical moment, everyone is not on the same channel at all, and ambiguous questions are naturally unlikely to produce the expected response.

"Let's go?" Baby-5 was puzzled, "But Qiubai, our mission is not the same?" ”

"Really? I'm a little confused. Qiu Bai smiled, and then continued, "Pay attention to safety in the future and continue to monitor." ”

"Yes."

The two of them rose to the heights again in doubt, completely unaware of the major disagreement they had just encountered, but the deep-seated subconscious answered for them.

After saying goodbye to the two, Qiu Bai and the others continued to walk towards the outskirts of the city, and gradually all kinds of painful voices had become a faint background, and they also left the city and arrived at the agreed place:

A large field full of sunflowers.

I just don't know if Qiubai can wait until the wind sees the fragrance......

Half an hour, an hour, two hours, time gradually approached the agreed limit.

Some illusions caused by tension made Ain feel that the noise in the city had gradually begun to subside, "Qiubai, we should leave ......"

"Here we are."

Qiu Bai interrupted her words with these two words, and he was still very patient at the critical moment.

The green-haired girl opened the sunflower-yellow pie-shaped inflorescence and appeared in front of Autumn White.

"Sorry, it's a little late, it's a bit of a hassle over there."

"Is the matter in the palace over?" Qiubai asked like a homely chatter, and took the things handed over by Monet.

It was a thick notepad.

I opened it casually and took a look, and the things recorded on it were like alien characters to Qiubai.

"It's almost over...... There are thirteen articles in total, and that's probably all I have seen, and I don't know if there are others. ”

Monet said that the first half of her sentence was an answer to Qiubai's question, and the second half was an explanation of the notepad.

"No, that's enough, it's worthy of Miss Secretary." Qiu Bai exclaimed, she really didn't stay with Doflamingo for a long time, let alone the opportunity to get in touch with these confidential information.

But being able to get the rubbing of this kind of thing can really only make people admire.

Recording these ghostly sigils in a limited time is something that ordinary people can't do anyway, but Monet can do it—it's even rarer and more precious than the fruit of surgery.

"Can you ask what this thing is?" Monet had actually had a guess for a long time, but she still asked.

"To put it simply, there's a treasure map of an old pirate hidden in here." Qiubai said half-jokingly.

"If I'm not mistaken, is that 'old pirate' named Gore Roger?" Monet uttered a name that everyone knows.

"To be exact, it should be 'Gore A. D. Roger'. Qiubai corrected the whole name slightly, and the D word hidden by the world government was still more important.

The purpose of Qiubai coming to Doflamingo's side is these things:

"Historical Text"

At the beginning, he could be sure that there must be a historical text in the hands of a very special pirate like Doflamingo, but he didn't expect such a number.

But that's a good thing, the more "samples" the better.

"But no one will be able to read these words, right?" Monet's eyes sparkled when he looked at Qiubai, and the person in front of him did not look like the kind of person who could read the text of history.

"It's impossible for me to read on my own, but ...... Have you heard the story of a detective and an old military doctor? ”

He was referring to a certain story about a "dancing villain" among the detectives who knew how to deduct - these historical texts were just "samples", and Qiubai didn't think there were "signpost historical texts" in them, but ......

Logical deduction has always been the orthodox way of parsing languages and ciphers.

And the question is, who can do such a thing?

At present, on Qiubai's side, there are only one man, one woman, one bear, and one Zhengtai, plus the low-profile beans in the distance and those who are looking forward to sex to girls...... There's probably no such talent.

Of course, Monet could not have known the story from Qiubai's mouth.

"I mean...... I'm leaving Don Quixote. ”

"Can you translate this note for me?"

Of course, what Qiubai needs is not to read through the text like a historian, but only to clarify the directional vocabulary in it.

The sample is already there, and next Qiubai needs someone who can parse the sample.

He needed a Sherlock Formonet.