Chapter 83 Someone wants to harm me! (Ch 83)

After leaving the Devil’s Triangle, an area of ​​sea that is always shrouded in dark clouds and fog.
The movements of the Terror Bark could not be concealed.
The giant ship, which was comparable to a moving island, was like an ancient beast that had broken free from its invisible shackles and openly entered the normal route.
In the first half of the Grand Line, there was an undercurrent.
The news seemed to have wings and spread quickly among the various forces in the first half of the Grand Line.
The Navy Headquarters, the various kingdoms, and those intelligence dealers lurking in the dark have all noticed the unusual movements of this legendary ghost ship.
For a time, speculation was rampant about why the always low-key Moonlight Moria suddenly appeared in a high-profile manner.
Alabasta Kingdom, Rainland, the basement of the Rain Banquet Casino.
The cigar smoke cast Crocodile’s face in shadow, with only the golden hook occasionally flashing a cold light.
On the huge map in front of him, the outline of Alabasta was clearly visible, with several key locations specially marked.
“boss.”
Miss.All Sunday——Nicole Robin, the vice president of Baroque Works, reported in a calm voice.
“The latest information is that Gekko Moriah’s terrifying three-masted sailing ship has left the Devil’s Triangle and is currently heading straight for Alabasta.”
Crocodile paused for an imperceptible moment with the cigar in his mouth.
Smoke slowly escaped from his nostrils.
Moria?
The guy who failed in his challenge to Kaido in Wano Country, never recovered from his slump, and hid in the Devil’s Triangle like a loser dog?
Apart from being both Shichibukai, there is almost no significant interaction between the two of them.
It has always been a case of keeping one’s distance from others.
Crocodile tapped the tabletop lightly with his fingertips.
Moria was passing by?
Unlikely, this route is not necessary.
Or…is it directed at me?
Could it be that he learned from some channel that he was looking for the ancient weapon Pluto?
Crocodile frowned.
“What does he want to do?” Crocodile’s voice was low, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.
“The purpose is unclear,” Nico Robin replied, “but its course is very clear, with no signs of deviation or hesitation.”
“Oh.”
Crocodile uttered an ambiguous snort.
“According to the intelligence, Gekko Moriah was defeated by the great pirate ‘King’ Moze about a month ago.” Robin continued to add to the intelligence in his hand, in a clear and organized manner.
“Then Moonlight Moriah turned around and the terrifying three-masted sailing ship he was stationed on was also repaired.”
She paused and gave her own speculation: “Perhaps, the ‘tyrant’ Moze is behind Moria now.”
“Moser the Overlord.” Crocodile repeated the name, the cigar head flickering in the dim light, making his face look gloomy.
As the most popular new pirate in recent times, Crocodile had naturally heard of him.
It is said that he has a domineering style and unfathomable strength.
Moze defeated Moriah and then ordered Moriah to come to Alabasta?
What is it for? A demonstration?
Or… did you really notice something?
“Let Mr. 2 go.” Crocodile ordered in a deep voice, with an unquestionable determination in his tone, “Find a way to sneak into that ship and make sure to find out their true purpose.”
“Yes.” Robin bowed slightly and left.
She thought to herself, Mr. 2 Von Clay, the user of the parahuman Mimicry Fruit, has the ability to transform into the same appearance and physique as another person by touching them.
She is a shemale, and because of her abilities, she is very good at various infiltration investigations.
Crocodile exhaled a thick puff of smoke and watched it slowly dissipate.
Whether it is Moria or this “tyrant” Moze who suddenly appeared.
Anyone who dares to disturb his long-planned plan and attempts to get involved in Alabasta must be prepared to be completely swallowed by endless yellow sand!
at the same time.
An ordinary-looking ship was sailing at a leisurely pace in the first half of the Grand Route.
Inside the cabin, Charlotte Katakuri had just put down the intelligence sheet in her hand, her eyes calm.
The content of the intelligence was almost exactly the same as what Crocodile received.
The Gekko Moriah, that huge, terrifying three-masted sailing ship, was heading straight for Alabasta.
“Alabasta…”
Katakuri repeated the name in a low voice, tapping the armrest with his knuckled fingers.
“The territory of Shichibukai Crocodile.”
Beside him, Charlotte Garrett was holding a cup of tea, her posture elegant, her skirt swaying slightly with the boat.
“Brother Katakuri, it seems that this ‘tyrant’ Moze has great ambitions.”
“First it was Gekko Moriah, and now it’s Crocodile.”
His voice remained steady, without any emotion.
“This new guy named Mo Ze really knows how to choose a stepping stone for himself.”
“Use this method to become famous, and then rush into the new world in one go?”
He has seen too many newcomers with similar ideas.
Most of them have become dry bones on the seabed.
Katakuri looked out the porthole at the surging waves.
“The pedals are a good choice.”
Garrett snorted lightly, with the usual arrogance of the Charlotte family in her tone:
“He is just a clown who doesn’t know his own limits.”
“Do you think that by defeating a past-time Moria, you can gain a foothold in the new world?”
“Mom has been in a bad mood recently because of the wedding.” There was a barely perceptible hint of gloating in Garrett’s voice.
“This Mo Ze chose to jump out at this time. He is really… courageous.”
Katakuri’s gaze remained calm.
“His biggest mistake was that he shouldn’t have upset his mother.”
“Pass the order down, move forward at full speed.”
Katakuri looked into the distance, as if he had already seen the desert of Alabasta.
“Destination: Alabasta.”
As for Crocodile’s own opinion?
Katakuri didn’t even bother to think about it.
Just a stray dog ​​that was driven back from the New World by Whitebeard.
Why would they, the Big Mom Pirates, need to consider the faces of people like this when doing things?
“A-choo!” A loud sneeze echoed in the air.
Moze rubbed his nose and frowned slightly.
Given his current physical condition, there is no way that he could catch a common cold.
This sudden change made him alert.
“Who’s talking about me?”
He muttered to himself, his eyes sharpening.
According to the general plot, this kind of unexplained sneeze must be caused by someone trying to harm him!
After thinking about it, Moze called Perona over.
“Perona, spread your negative ghost and patrol the entire ship.”
“Ah?” Perona’s little face, which always had a little baby fat, immediately wrinkled into a ball, looking a little aggrieved.
“The whole ship? That’s very tiring!”
She drawled, trying to bargain.
“Go!” Mo Ze glared and released his aura, “I suspect some unruly people want to harm me!”
Perona was choked by his nonsensical words and curled her lips.
“Oh~”
She responded reluctantly, but she was muttering in her heart: Just don’t harm others, who can harm you?
“Also, don’t drag Nami around playing around all the time.”
“You don’t have much talent for sailing, so don’t let that lead her astray.”
Perona paused when she heard this and glanced at Moze resentfully.
“I’m counting on her to lead the way for me in the future.”