"Rosstown isn't that big, I don't believe we can't find that brat."
On the way to the base, Spando's face turned sinister.
Ross Town is located in the western part of the Kingdom of Prodins. It can be described as a small border town. Apart from the migrant population, the permanent population is only about 100,000, which is negligible in the context of the entire kingdom.
Yet, even in such a small town, there exist pirate crews that can rival the Great Sword Pirates, as well as some underworld forces.
Those with a bounty of 4.6 million Berries can only reign supreme in these remote towns. They are called pirates, but they just wander around the surrounding waters, occasionally robbing and oppressing some of the surrounding villages.
Even so, the Greatsword Pirates can still live a very carefree and comfortable life.
However, this time he got his shoes wet while walking by the river and was robbed of his home by a little devil, suffering a loss of up to 100 million, not to mention the loss of several of his men.
It's true what they say, you didn't check the almanac before going out; bad luck just happened to open the door to even more bad luck.
For a long time, no one has dared to challenge the prestige of Spando and the Greatsword Pirates in this surrounding sea area.
This time, Spando is determined to find that brat and make him taste what hell on earth, cold-blooded ruthlessness and cruelty are all about.
I just hope that kid didn't eat a Devil Fruit. If he did, the best way to make up for the loss would be to sell him to a slave owner.
I just don't know how much a Devil Fruit user is worth.
After all these years in the industry, he has never met a Devil Fruit user; he has only heard about them from others.
Oh shit.
The more I think about it, the angrier I get; my heart and liver are aching.
If he can't catch that brat, he'll definitely be confused, which will increase his chances of getting a stroke. Thinking like that already puts his life in danger.
That beast.
Along the way, Hermes didn't make a move.
He planned to capture the leader first at night. Otherwise, if he killed off the small fry one after another, he would be discovered sooner or later.
If he alerted Spando, the normal dungeon might be upgraded to a difficult dungeon, which would be a loss.
He's a pirate with a bounty of 4.6 million, and aside from the Mini-Mini Fruit, the other party could easily crush him.
Upon returning to his base, Spando sent all his men out to inquire about Hermes.
Hermes remained hidden in his base at a distance of five millimeters, secretly spying on Spando.
Unfortunately, Spando showed no sign of taking a nap as the sun set.
Until all the pirates who went out returned at night.
As expected, none of the returning pirates brought back any valuable information.
This enraged Spando, who hacked to death all the slum dwellers the pirates had brought back.
"Keep searching for him."
Spando vented his anger, but he was still burning with rage.
After all the pirates left again, Spando began to drown his sorrows in alcohol.
That was a hundred million, and the more he thought about it, the more heartbroken he became, and the more he hated Hermes.
If Hermes were here, he would surely tear the man to pieces and hang him up to be tortured to death.
Hermes, standing at the foot of a table, watched quietly as Spando poured bowl after bowl of wine into his mouth.
It was a golden opportunity, to say the least.
The other party was clearly stretching out their neck for him to cut, the kind that could be blown away without a second thought.
It would be unreasonable not to grant this request.
After an hour.
Spando was getting drunk.
Hermes swaggered toward Spando, then grabbed his leg hair and climbed up, seizing the opportunity to leap into the wine bowl, where he was swallowed by Spando along with the wine.
He needs Spando's head, and it must be intact.
Bang bang bang!!!
A powerful, surging heartbeat.
But it stopped abruptly the next moment.
Hermes instantly returned to his normal size and burst Spando in the blink of an eye.
Blood, flesh, and fragments of internal organs sprayed all over the floor.
A broken head rolled onto the corner of the table, still in a drunken, rosy state.
Standing amidst the blood and foam, Hermes felt somewhat bored.
That's too easy.
There was no challenge at all.
The bounty of 4.6 million was just gambled away, and the person died without any resistance.
There was no sense of accomplishment whatsoever.
This is the difference between having a Devil Fruit and not having one.
"This method of killing the enemy is somewhat unseemly."
Hermes looked at the mess on the ground, his body covered in blood, with bits of flesh and entrails stuck to him.
It was disgusting and bloody no matter how you looked at it.
Surprisingly, he didn't feel like vomiting.
On the contrary, he was very calm.
If I had encountered this situation shortly after I transmigrated, I might have had nightmares that night.
After finding something to attach to Spando's unseeing head and plundering some of Spando's wealth, Hermes left openly and legitimately.
As for the remaining members of the Big Sword Pirates, it's fine if he doesn't run into them.
If he does, he can just take care of them, since some of them have bounties of one or two million or even more than one hundred thousand Berries.
He has thoroughly studied the value of these pirates.
Day three.
Hermes used some Berries he had received from Spando to follow a merchant caravan from Ross Town toward the capital.
Along the way, they would pass the eastern naval branch, where he was going to exchange Spando's head for the bounty.
After much deliberation, Hermes decided to become a pirate hunter first.
Not only for the convenience of his new identity, but also because he wanted to gain valuable experience.
The main advantage is that it brings in money quickly.
He ruled out becoming a pirate first.
Although being a pirate sounds prestigious and is the trend of the times, he is still in the beginner's village and needs to accumulate raw power.
As for joining the navy, Hermes was somewhat resentful because he had been rejected before.
He had considered the Revolutionary Army and the underworld.
But after thinking it over, he felt that being a pirate hunter was more suitable for him.
Besides, a profession is not static.
He could become a pirate or a marine whenever he felt like it, so he wasn't limited.
Hermes was never one to follow the rules.
On the contrary, he respected his own emotions and desires.
From the moment he transmigrated, Hermes was the freest and most fearless, not bound by any rules.
His goal was to do as he pleased, be free and unrestrained, eat and drink his fill, and grow bigger and stronger.
He wants to be an ancestor.
Sitting in the carriage, next to me was a box containing human heads.
The scenery along the way was beautiful, with a gentle breeze carrying a faint fragrance of flowers.
The winding path stretched all the way to the end.
Looking at the endless muddy road, Hermes suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
He thought of an idiom called "shrinking the earth to an inch".
With the power of the Mini-Fruit, it seems possible to achieve this if developed to a deeper level.
Perhaps after the fruit awakens, it can shrink an area of several hundred or several thousand meters in radius and then suddenly enlarge it.
In that case, taking a single step could create the effect of shrinking the land to an inch.
Or, to shrink a mountain and then restore it to its original size the moment it is thrown.
Or even enlarge it several times over, creating an ability akin to a natural disaster.
Or you could enlarge the pistol, making each bullet equivalent to a grenade launcher.
In short, the prospects are bright and the future holds great promise.
He's about to take off.
Hermes was quite satisfied with the Devil Fruit he ate.
A good Devil Fruit can elevate one's level infinitely, while a slightly inferior one allows one to glimpse the future.