The flame of the kerosene lamp was yellowish.
Looking at the slightly curled white paper, it seems that the paper is a bit old.
The speed of the quill scribbling on the paper is not very fast.
The plain white feathers sway gently.
While the strokes are being drawn, you can see the corners of the writer's lips tapping from time to time.
It seems that he is silently reciting something.
"The split fruit has the ability to continuously split itself and is immune to sharp weapons."
"The first owner appeared six hundred and forty-two years ago and was a magician."
"Using his abilities, he left many legendary magic performances and deceived many imitators."
"The second owner appeared three hundred years ago. The information is unknown, but there are also many records about magical magic."
"..."
"The fourth owner appeared a hundred years ago. He was a noble from a country in the North Sea and later formed an acrobatic troupe of his own."
"..."
The ink fades.
The pen holder dipped the quill in the ink bottle again.
Then he tapped it lightly in a bowl of water at hand. The thick ink spread out in the water, and the pen tip rustled on the paper again.
"Based on historical data and illustrated records, the prayer carried by this fruit is: Chaos..."
The writer hesitated for a moment, then tapped the pen tip again and again after the word "chaos".
"Happiness, teasing?"
Prayer, or wish, is Dr. Vegapunk's explanation of the origin of Devil Fruit's abilities. That is, Devil Fruits are produced because humans desire to possess certain powers.
"And the demonic will existing in this fruit is relatively strong. Almost every ability owner can't help but form an acrobatic troupe."
"Also including the current owner, the original crew member of Roger Pirates, Bucky the Clown."
"Suspected of being influenced by demons?"
The writer thought for a while and then crossed out the line above.
Continue writing.
"There has never been a record of the fruit's awakening, so there is no reference to its ability changes after awakening."
"But it can only be deduced from the current performance of those with awakened abilities that after awakening from the fruit, the ability to split extends to the mind, or the spiritual world. Through contact, the ability user can split memories or emotions?"
The writer wrote slowly with speculation.
When I wrote about the heart and spirit, I paused for a while.
"In the post-mortem analysis, the Navy believed that during the foggy naval battle (note: the Navy's description of the tragic battle that encircled and suppressed Bucky the Clown), Bucky the Clown showed a similar ability to confuse people.
Its specific performance should be the amplification or reduction of certain emotions in the person being contacted, and it also has the ability to make people forget certain memories.
In line with the concept of division. "
The writer dipped his hand back into the ink, and half of the writing was already written on the plain white paper.
“Regarding the arrest plan for this person, we should avoid gathering too many troops to avoid repeating the mistakes of the Mist Naval Battle.
At the same time, use the power of a simple-minded person (Vice Admiral Garp?) or the Naval Science Corps.
As for the criminal's next move, the CP organization has deployed surveillance on Dressrosa, Redchiled Island, and Mystria Island. "
After finishing writing the serious matter, the writer thought about it and wrote in a more casual style:
"In addition, this person's ability will also be of great help to the doctor's research. Maybe we can cooperate..."
A gust of breeze blew by, causing the yellowish lights to sway a few times. Next to the plain white paper, a newly printed wanted notice also appeared in the light of the fire.
It was a thin, middle-aged man wearing a dark purple suit, blue hair, standing on the observation deck of the mast.
The background behind him is the orange-red sky and islands at dusk.
The man's forehead was painted white with a pair of crossed skeleton arms, and his eye sockets were somewhat deep.
The corners of the mouth painted with bright red paint were raised high, and the smile reached to the ears.
"An elegant madman."
This is the note written by the author next to the portrait of the reward order.
The numbers below are…
Three hundred and eighty-nine million beri.
Evil clown!
…
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A certain sea area in the new world where all kinds of things lie.
Hawkins looked tired.
It looks like he came out after being tortured in the Shemale Kingdom.
The truth is not too far off.
In that silent night, he encountered the oak boat a total of ninety-seven times!
For the first twenty times, Hawkins did not intend to come into contact with this ship that was obviously not right, but just passed by quickly not far away.
In that dark sea, there was obviously no wind, but the sails were full.
But at twenty-one, Hawkins was impatient.
He seemed to be imprisoned in a space similar to a ghost hitting a wall. The crew around him kept repeating the previous words like a machine, and divination did not work at all.
The only thing that changes is that an oak boat arrives every twenty minutes.
So on the 21st it starts.
Hawkins boarded the oak ship with trepidation.
But nothing happened.
Apu and the crew on the ship held a cheerful party.
Their instruments are all different, but the tunes they play are generally cheerful. But the more this happened, the more cold sweat broke out on Hawkins' forehead.
He clearly saw Apu playing battle music on this ship!
But now the other party just warmly invites him to join the party.
There was nothing fake about his expression.
This was the first time that Hawkins saw such a sincere expression on that guy Apu's face.
So try to put down your guard and eat meat and drink with them.
At the same time, he also tried hard to search for the strangeness on these people's faces.
He even wondered if he had encountered the legendary ghost ship.
As he drank, black spots appeared in his eyes, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.
When I wake up again, time seems to have returned to the beginning.
He stood on the bow deck, holding the divination cards in his hand.
And the oak boat came slowly from a distance.
Twenty-second time.
Hawkins chose to destroy.
He transformed into a nail-headed scarecrow and killed everyone on the ship.
Finally the boat was burned.
Just returned to his pirate ship.
After counting silently for twenty minutes.
That damn oak boat shows up again!
It was different from the calmness Bucky had when he was killing and committing suicide in this dream.
Hawkins was driven to collapse by repetition after repetition.
He tried every means possible, even to keep his consciousness awake.
The results haven't changed.
Until the ninety-seventh time.
A smiling clown appeared on the oak boat.
Reach out.
"Well, are you interested in joining my team, Mr. Fortune Teller?"
"Believe me, I always mean what I say."
Hawkins, who was on the verge of mental collapse, could no longer find a reason to refuse.
If he continued to sail in this dark sea, he would seriously go crazy on the spot.
Or he might have gone crazy!
