Chapter 35 Sending You to Hell
Chapter 35 Sending You to Hell
The fresh ink, soft and damp, clung to the glossy white paper, yet the sharp pen strokes produced bold and elegant letters, stretching across hundreds of lines. Meanwhile, a stack of documents on the desk awaited their owner's attention.
However, while still working, the owner kept glancing at the Den Den Mushi, hoping that a little snail with black hair would appear.
There's been no news lately, could it be that she's breaking her contract?
The Welsh lieutenant colonel remained uneasy; after all, a cooked duck cannot fly away.
But strangely, the Poison Scorpion Pirates have never been seen.
Those few scoundrels commit evil deeds every now and then. Every time the files about their pirate crew are read, Lieutenant Colonel Wales is so angry he puts down his bowl and curses.
Even if it weren't for Roman's request, he would have settled accounts with this pirate crew sooner or later.
But this pirate crew seemed to have suddenly disappeared without a trace, which made people uneasy.
Could it be that they have already left the North Sea and headed for the Grand Line?
Then it won't be easy to find.
Just as Wales was pondering this, a marine rushed in.
He first gave a respectful military salute, then quickly reported: "Lieutenant Colonel, the Scorpion Pirates' ship has been spotted."
Wales' eyes lit up: "Where?"
"The White Town - Frevans".
"what?"
……
"How's your progress?" Roman asked, looking at Dean who was still engrossed in working among the bottles and jars.
She didn't keep too much watch on Dean; after all, even if he did run away, she was confident she could catch him.
Dean, who had been poisoned, seemed to be well aware of this, so he acted like a good boy.
He was good at assessing the situation and making judgments.
I just don't know what kind of poison Roman gave him, he didn't even realize it.
If she's also a master of poisons, she's probably a ruthless character, but if that's the case, there seems to be no need to ask him for help.
So you have other uses?
Although Dean's starting point for his ideas deviated somewhat from the facts, his general approach was indeed correct.
"It will be soon. In fact, we can say that it has been developed now, but we still can't make a judgment without putting it into live experiments."
"I heard you like to keep a diary?"
Roman gently stroked his longsword and asked.
“Yes.” Dean began to sweat when he saw Roman’s actions.
"Just write down your experimental results, and then give me your diary; I'd really like to see it."
"of course can."
I have no right to refuse, and besides, writing another diary isn't a big deal.
After agreeing, the gentle and refined pirate captain immediately took action.
I still can't figure out her purpose.
What was her purpose?
To be honest, although I had heard about it before, seeing it with my own eyes still felt outrageous.
The forests of Flevans are all white, and even the soil, which is normally brown, is mixed with white.
Dean's intuition told him that this might not be a good sign.
However, killing and creating a baptism of blood in a pure land is also a very One Piece-esque event.
No, perhaps using my own new poison will suffice. Letting them watch themselves and their country sink into a state of utter despair is the true art of a poison expert.
Dean's eyes gleamed with irresistible excitement, while the crew members beside him trembled with fear.
It was obvious that their captain was full of evil intentions and had probably come up with some terrible plan again.
……
It can definitely be read as a horror novel. What's even more terrifying than the content itself is that everything in it is a bloody fact.
As Roman flipped through the thick diary, she became increasingly alarmed, her breathing becoming heavy with anger.
"They frantically pounded on the glass, trying to breathe fresh air, but they could only inhale the poisonous fumes we spewed out. Rather than being poisoned, they choked to death from the blood gushing from their faces, which means the poison wasn't potent enough..."
"A hungry person's body craves nutrition even more. These two passengers have been starving for five days. Perhaps they would like these two steaks with poisoned sauce... Hmm? Not enough. The gruesome death is not enough. The poison took five hours to take effect, not three. Is it because they are too weak to feel the poison? I need more experiments."
"Fifteen years old, a young girl. Although she screamed horribly after swallowing my solid poison pill, I still need to understand how far the poison had reached her body. Perhaps cutting her open would be better... Her screams were absolutely devastating, but I still can't let her die. I need to record the most complete process..."
"Infants are too fragile. Why not let the mother ingest poison, then breastfeed the baby and see how much poison remains... A magnificent experiment..."
Even from Dean's perspective, she could feel the endless despair and painful struggle of the victims before their deaths. What was most chilling was that the atrocities recorded in the diary lasted for five years, or even longer.
That's utter scum; he doesn't even deserve to be called a human being.
Even among acts of killing, torture is the worst of the worst.
It's disgusting.
Judging from the diary alone, Dean tortured and killed nearly 300 people, and that's just what's recorded in the diary.
In terms of strength, a bounty of 4800 million is indeed an overestimation of him, but compared to his evil deeds, a bounty of tens of millions seems insignificant.
Even for pirates, this is truly crossing the line.
It seems I no longer need to hesitate; letting such a person perish at sea would be a blessing for the world.
So what needs to be done now is...
"You and your crew are free."
Roman found it somewhat ironic to see Dean's incredulous expression.
"But haven't you tested the effects of the poison yet? Why are you letting us leave like this?" Dean thought Roman might be testing them.
"After reading your diary, I feel it's unnecessary. You couldn't write such... moving words without firsthand experience."
"Thank you for your approval. I wonder if you mind if I use the poison on town residents, since it's an area I haven't explored before, so I thought..."
"You will have a chance to return to this island, but not now, so leave as soon as possible. The antidote has been placed on your pirate ship, go back and get it."
After Roman finished speaking, Dean had not yet reacted, but Dean's crew members couldn't wait to run away.
With the antidote, not only are they no longer bound by Roman, but even the captain can no longer restrain them.
This is what a pirate crew looks like under pressure. If Roman hadn't also used poison to control them, they would have scattered long ago.
Dean had clearly thought of this as well, and his expression turned grim and menacing: "Excuse me, I'll leave right now."
Slow down.
After all, you are heading towards the gates of death.
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