Chapter 1147 The Sand Crocodile Who Can't Fit Into the Circle
No one outside had the power to eavesdrop on the secret conversation between Nasujuro Saint and Gilde Tesoro, and even Bakara left the house to avoid suspicion.
What exactly did the Celestial Dragons and their slaves talk about? Only the Golden Emperor knew it clearly when he walked out of the room alone after the conversation.
Bakara watched the boss push the door open and walk out, a thin line of sweat on his forehead shining faintly under the light.
Her eyes subconsciously followed the boss's figure. She felt like a curious little bug was crawling in her heart. She really wanted to know what was said in the closed-door conversation just now.
Gild Tesoro walked hurriedly with a serious look on his face as he headed straight for the building's internal elevator.
Bakara withdrew her gaze and sighed quietly. She knew her position clearly. She shouldn't ask what she shouldn't ask and shouldn't inquire about what she shouldn't know. But her curiosity was growing like a weed in her heart.
But the woman did not speak in the end. Bakara understood one thing: the more people there were, the faster they would die. It was definitely not easy for Nasujuro Saint to talk to his boss at this critical moment.
He could only suppress his curiosity, walked to the boss with a smile, took Gild Tesoro's arm, and entered the elevator together.
The two people were going back to the ground to attend the ribbon-cutting ceremony. The elevator slowly rose upwards. A man and a woman remained silent in the ambiguous atmosphere, without deliberately breaking the atmosphere.
As the elevator prompt sounded, Gild Tesoro's originally solemn expression was gradually replaced by numbness.
Feeling the soft parts of the woman's body, although there are many things he wants to share, after all, Bakara is just a subordinate of the Golden Emperor. Although there is some intimacy in bed, the two hearts are not far apart.
"I have just met that man. Don't leak the information to the outside world. Otherwise, even if I can tolerate you, the Five Elders will come after you later," Gild Tesoro reminded his subordinates to control their mouths and not bring disaster upon themselves by bringing down the God of Death.
The smile on Bakara's face did not change. She did not want to be involved in the big man's plan. "Don't worry, I will be careful and not tell anyone."
As the elevator door slowly slid open, Baccara gracefully took Gilder Tesoro's arm and walked out of the elevator lightly.
Outside, the scene was already very lively, a grand event was taking place, and the entire road surface was decorated with great care.
As the ribbon-cutting ceremony was held in the evening, the colorful lights intertwined together, as if weaving a dream world.
The flowers on both sides of the road are gorgeous and emit bursts of fragrance, adding a touch of romance to the lively atmosphere.
Guests came in an endless stream, and laughter echoed in the air. They were wearing a variety of gorgeous clothes, and some were chatting happily, while others were drinking from their glasses with happy smiles on their faces.
A waiter came forward attentively, holding a tray in both hands, and served champagne to the guests. The man and woman took the glasses, and Gilde Tesoro began to look for his familiar friends with the corner of his eyes.
There are many familiar faces here, most of whom have business dealings with the Golden Emperor, but none of them can be made public. They are underground transactions, full of sin and cannot be tolerated by the outside world.
Some emerging dignitaries believe that the other country has the potential to open up new markets. For example, Crocodile, who was crowned king from a pirate, and the Golden Emperor is very interested in the blank market in that desert country.
"Let's go have a drink with the former Shichibukai. He shares the territory with Blackbeard Teach, so he has some potential," Gild Tesoro said, holding his female companion's arm and moving towards Crocodile.
As a despicable thief of the country, Crocodile was initially hated by the kings of other member states. A pirate sitting at the table for dinner and having the sanctity of his coronation certified by the Celestial Dragons was undoubtedly a blasphemy to the nobles of the old member states.
On the surface, he smiled at Crocodile, but secretly he kept cursing the pirates, asking them why they didn't just die and affecting the lives of the wealthy and powerful. He deserved to die.
The former King of Cobra, his noble bloodline has been passed down for hundreds of years. His ancestors almost became celestial dragons. He is undoubtedly an aristocrat among aristocrats and has a certain say in the member states.
Unfortunately, the former king has become a thing of the past. As the new king, Crocodile wants to take over Cobra's political legacy in its entirety, but it is not as easy as he imagined.
Some noble women were full of sympathy for Princess Vivi who was exiled overseas, and they even tried to persuade other nobles to ignore Crocodile who had joined the circle.
The nobles dislike people who don't follow the rules the most, and Crocodile found that his ancestors were most likely peasants, and it was his bad luck that he ate a Sand-Sand Fruit, but he was ultimately not presentable.
Even if Crocodile is very strong now, can he guarantee that his son will be as strong? Devil Fruit cannot be inherited by blood, can Crocodile's descendants save the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia?
At this time, Crocodile was surrounded by a group of small nobles. The real nobles were not interested in pirates. According to objective laws, Crocodile would be defeated sooner or later, and the Desert Country would have a new master.
"Crocodile, it's a pity that I didn't attend your coronation ceremony," Gild Tesoro walked to Crocodile with a glass of champagne, showing goodwill to a former Shichibukai.
"The coronation ceremony is just a process, but I'm a little surprised that you came to me. Do you want me to sell the king to you? I wonder how much you can offer."
Crocodile recognized the identity of the Golden Emperor. After all, Gild Tesoro was really very easy to recognize. He had a lot of gold jewelry on his body, and his rich temperament could not be concealed.
The Sand Crocodile who ascended to the throne was dressed more poorly than the Golden Emperor. Although the Desert Country had a large population, ordinary people there basically struggled around the poverty line.
It is not easy to squeeze out more oil. The output of the desert country is very poor and there are no special products to show off. It is just a big slum.
The treasury inherited from the old king was so poor that rats could run through it. If Crocodile had not plundered the treasury after he took over, he would not even be able to support the expansion of the Baroque Studio.
The Baroque Studio, which was originally profitable, began to enter a rare period of losing money due to the increase in staff and workload, and the financial tightening of Crocodile Sand was caused by the inability to make ends meet.
Before leaving, he plundered some money in the country, otherwise he would not even have the money to attend the auction. Crocodile, as a king, was even more short of money than before he was king.
There are too many mouths to feed, and the daily expenses are astronomical. The people under his rule are a bunch of poor people, and he is very angry that he cannot squeeze much money out of them.
There is no point in just killing people without money. When Crocodile saw the appearance of Gild Tesoro, he felt like he saw a savior.
Perhaps the extremely wealthy Golden Emperor can find an unexpected source of income for the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. He believes in the vision of professionals.
A business genius who started from scratch, it is safer to cooperate with the Golden Emperor than with Blackbeard