"Mmm, so delicious!"
Lovers' Avenue.
In a tavern, Mansherry sat at a table, wolfing down fresh vegetables or desserts as if she hadn't eaten anything proper in ages.
Another half month passed, and they finally emerged from the mountains.
The first thing I did was find a bathhouse, fuss over for a bit, and then head to the restaurant.
She's been eating so much barbecue for the past three months that she's almost sick of it.
Although Hermes' cooking was delicious, it couldn't withstand eating meat every meal for over a hundred days!
"Can't you be a little more reserved?"
Hermes, standing to the side, frowned slightly. He felt that Mansherry had seriously lowered his image. In the original story, although this little person was a crybaby, she was also a gentle woman who was naive and inexperienced in the ways of the world.
Why is reality like this?
If Mansherry could hear Hermes's inner thoughts, she would probably jump up and curse him. Whoever was kidnapped and abused first, and then fell into the hands of a cunning and cold-blooded guy, who squeezed them to cultivate day and night without giving them vegetables and desserts, and could still remain innocent and gentle, then he must be missing a screw.
Although Mansherry is a bit absent-minded, her intelligence and cognition are normal.
She has already endured the harsh realities of society.
She's grown up now.
They are no longer that naive and cowardly little people.
Stood up.
"Hermes, I'd like a vegetable salad too."
Mansherry had food all over her mouth, and after gulping down a glass of juice, she burped, her big, bright eyes fixed on Hermes.
His tone was very firm.
"You're such a glutton! You'll eat me out of house and home! You'll have to pay for my food from today onwards!"
Hermes was slightly annoyed.
Don't let its small size fool you, this little guy eats five times as much as an adult.
Made.
How he managed to fit that little belly into his stomach remains a mystery to this day.
"You're the one who's a glutton! Besides, there's so much money on the Death Ship, and I only eat so little, yet you still want to charge me for my food? That's outrageous!"
Mansherry pouted angrily.
A glance at the table next to me revealed it piled high with plates, at least a hundred of them, all devoured by this bastard in front of me.
They even called her a good-for-nothing, when they themselves were the real good-for-nothings.
Mansherry gradually began to despise her.
"Who's in charge here, you or me? All that money is mine, what does it have to do with you? That's the decision!"
"Boss, another five servings of vegetable salad, and thirty more of these set meals!"
Hermes was unhappy, but he still ordered the food.
"Please...please wait a moment!"
The shop owner behind the counter wiped the sweat from his brow; he knew he had met a benefactor today.
These two gluttons, one big and one small, might just empty his coffers today.
"Cheapskate."
Mansherry pouted, her face full of displeasure.
"Say it again and I'll beat you up."
Hermes glared at her. This little crybaby was getting bolder and bolder. Didn't he realize who was in control of the situation?
"Humph!!!"
He snorted coldly.
Mansherry tilted her head to the side, looking quite haughty.
During this time together, she had gotten to know the man's temperament to some extent. Although his personality was terrible, he wasn't the kind of person who was truly wicked, cold-blooded, and ruthless.
They do have a conscience, but not much.
So, without realizing it, she became bolder and bolder. Although the man said some harsh words, he never actually did anything excessive.
It's only ten years anyway, it'll be over soon.
Then I'll be free.
after an hour.
The two people, one big and one small, stretched after eating and drinking their fill.
"Where to go next?"
Mansherry took off from the spot and jumped onto Hermes' right shoulder, looking around at the bustling streets, with toys passing by from time to time.
I was quite curious at first, but after seeing more, I lost that curiosity.
"Xiaoming should have saved up some money again recently!"
Hermes looked toward the King's Highlands, intending to go and fleece them again.
Nobody complains about having too much money.
I wonder how that bastard Xiaoming is doing these days. I miss him terribly after not seeing him for so long. As his best friend, I'm sure he wouldn't mind helping me out when I'm down on my luck.
Yoxi~
"Everyone who sees it has a share."
Mansherry has completely gone along with the corrupt practices; she truly has become corrupted by her surroundings.
no way.
Starting today, I have to pay for my own food. I need to earn money to support myself, so I have to be careful with my spending.
"No matter how much, you only have 100,000 Berries!"
"Why."
Mansherry was furious.
That vampire is a complete scoundrel.
"Whoever puts in the most effort should get the most; that's the fairest way!"
"You should be incredibly grateful if I can give you 100,000!"
Hermes strode toward the King's Highlands, his tone full of magnanimity.
"Still not convinced? Then tell me, what can you possibly contribute? Even if you put Pele anywhere, how much would you get?"
Seeing Mansherry trembling with anger, Hermes continued to add fuel to the fire with his mockery.
"You'd better get beaten half to death."
Mansherry gritted her teeth and spoke, knowing that only in this way could she have a chance to prove herself. After all, it was impossible for her to fight others with her strength; at most, she could only protect herself and not hold them back.
Moreover, what the man said was true; even if the money was kept somewhere, she wouldn't be able to get much of it!
Ahhhhh!
The more I think about it, the angrier I get.
After the initial anger subsided, she became despondent. Even after reaching the King's Heights, Mansherry remained in that listless, half-dead state.
"It seems Xiaoming is on guard."
They grew to the same size as Mansherry, and the two of them crouched furtively on the roof of a house, watching the guards and toys patrolling below, almost completely enclosed.
Where is the money hidden?
"But is this really a good idea? Leo told me that being a thief is wrong!"
Mansherry was unsure whether she was excited or conflicted, her words were incoherent, and she ignored Hermes completely, flying directly towards the treasure vault from last time.
"Wait for me."
Mansherry shrank back, glanced cautiously at the guards below, and then used Shave to disappear from the spot.
The two quickly arrived at the treasure vault, but strangely, there were very few guards, which seemed odd.
"is it here?"
Mansherry became somewhat excited. The feeling of doing bad things seemed pretty good. As for what Leo had just said about how bad it was to be a thief, she had long forgotten about it!
"kindness!"
Having received Hermes' affirmative answer, Mansherry couldn't wait any longer. "Then what are we waiting for? My 100,000 Berries are waiting for me to collect them."
"Can you please stop being so stupid? If you keep doing this, I'll be dragged down by your IQ."
Hermes rolled his eyes in annoyance. This little brat is getting dumber and dumber. He can see the situation down there at a glance. With so few guards, Doflamingo must have learned his lesson and hidden the money somewhere else.
"you!"
Mansherry gritted her teeth fiercely, her little fists clenched tightly.
"Find an important target first."
Hermes stroked his chin, then unleashed his Observation Haki without restraint, quickly detecting three fairly powerful auras.
That's the person he's looking for.
call out!
They grabbed Mansherry and disappeared.
At this moment, in the backyard of the King's Heroes, by a swimming pool, under a parasol, three people sat together looking at the Devil Fruit in front of them.
One of them was an old acquaintance of Hermes, none other than the eye-catching Jorah.
Next to Jora is Deringer, who has betta horns, a dorsal fin, a baseball cap, hot pants, white stockings, and deep red 10cm high heels, and possesses both human and betta genes.
As for the other one, he was also somewhat of an oddball.
He has long, curly blonde hair, wears a black hat, and a revealing ribbed bodysuit that exposes his chest. The most striking feature is that he also has chest hair. His name is Mahabez, and he is under the control of the deceased Diamanti.
It's said that none of the entire Don Quixote family are normal; they're all either mentally ill or suffer from various psychological disorders, which is truly pitiful.