East Ocean Sea Mission (Roger's Logbook)

Moen looked at the man in front of him with a smile on his face and a somewhat slovenly appearance, his expression unchanged.

"Four emperors, when you come to a small place like the East China Sea, you can't live without a place to sit."

After saying that, Moen stood up, waved his hand, and a golden laser shot towards the man in front of him.

"But, Shanks, if you want this position, you must at least beat me out. After all, my boss is watching here."

"Hey~" Shanks shook his head, pulled out the famous sword Griffin from his waist, and directly blocked Morn's laser beam.

"General Aokiji, how about you give me some face?" The famous red-haired Yonko was a little distressed and said as he looked at the man with an afro who was dozing off not far away with his head down.

"Snort~"

What responded to him was an inexplicable snoring sound.

"..." A black line appeared on Shanks' forehead, he put Griffin into the sheath, and looked at the calm-looking Morn in front of him, silently.

Shanks is very curious about Morn and also has a good impression of him.

His intelligence was not bad, and he had already known that the young man in front of him was very strong, although he was still far behind him.

But there is no need to find him yourself.

"Nai, give me some face and give me a seat. It's very tiring to come all the way." Shanks walked up to the snot-nosed man and rubbed his hair nonchalantly.

The snot-nosed man Torebol's face froze. Although he was full of anger, he did not dare to vent it out. He could only stand up silently and gave up his position to Shanks.

"Hahaha, if Doflamingo comes here, he shouldn't be left without a position, haha~"

The strong man next to Torebol yawned and casually hurt the young master of Torebol.

"Jack!" Torebol's body trembled, but there was no attack.

Of all the people present, he is the weakest!

"Then, the auction continues." Soto III watched the farce below end. After everyone sat down in their seats, he calmly picked up the auction items next to him.

A notebook wrapped in leather!

"Let me state in advance that I cannot guarantee the authenticity of this thing." Soto III stretched out three fingers and put down one of them. "Then no matter which one of you takes a picture of this thing, you cannot fight within the territory of the Soto Kingdom."

"Finally, this thing was not brought out by our Soto Kingdom. It was salvaged by a small fleet in the South China Sea. It came to our kingdom after a series of twists and turns in the Great Sea Route. Therefore, our kingdom is not concerned about the turmoil caused by this thing. Will be responsible."

"Next, the auction begins."

After a series of narrations by Soto III, Moen has become very curious about the book.

Moen picked up the fruit next to him and put it into his mouth as if no one was watching. Moen didn't care about other people's opinions at all.

There is no way, no one present can definitely keep Moen!

This is Moen's confidence!

"The nineteenth auction item, the logbook of Pirate King Gol D. Roger! Attached is a historical text!"

"Poof!"

Moen spit out the apple after taking a bite, and looked at the notebook in Soto III's hand in disbelief.

What the hell!

Why does the logbook appear?

It's still Roger's!

That guy didn't destroy this thing?

Didn't I say that everything related to Roger was destroyed?

Even the record pointer recording Rafdru was thrown away!

In addition to the shocked Moen, the man in green robe next to him had shattered the sofa but still maintained his grace and was sitting in the void. The admiral had begun to breathe out cold air and was ready to take action at any time...

It seems that a subtle aura has filled the venue.

"From this logbook, I couldn't find the location of the so-called Raff Drew. This logbook only records some trivial matters about Roger's voyage in the New World."

Soto III still very calmly introduced the logbook in his hand.

"As for the historical text, you should know what it is without my introduction. So, the starting price is 1 Bailey."

After Soto III dropped a subtle starting price, he walked off the auction stage and came to Kath's side.

Kath held Soto III's hand, her eyes full of worry.

"Hey, Moen, what's the historical text?" Nami looked at the solemn atmosphere around her and felt a little uncomfortable. She carefully leaned into Moen's ear and asked.

As a navigator, she knew the logbook very well, but the historical text touched upon her blind spots in knowledge.

Although her voice was very low, there was no one present who was well versed in seeing, hearing, and color, so her words were as loud as thunder in everyone's ears.

Moen looked at the simple notebook on the wooden table and rubbed Nami's hair helplessly.

"Historical text, that thing will attract the Demon-Slaying Order."

"I bid, 100 million Baileys."

Mihawk, the eagle-eyed man sitting in seat 10, waved his hand casually and offered a dispensable price.

Nami covered her mouth. This historical text could actually fetch a sky-high price that she couldn't even afford!

"Mihawk, I didn't expect you to be interested in this thing?" Drought Jack showed a ferocious smile, "Boss Kaido is very interested in this thing, 200 million!"

"No matter who you are, don't try to take something from a criminal in the hands of the government, three hundred million." The masked man's voice was cold, and he was very disdainful of Jack.

His eyes were always fixed on the man in green robe.

"Hoo~"

Qing Zhi scratched his head, feeling a little uncomfortable.

When he came out of the headquarters, he only approved 300 million beli. Unexpectedly, the bidding had just started and it had already exceeded his limit.

Sure enough, the navy is still too poor?

"The Don Quixote family, three hundred and fifty million Baileys!"

Torebol sniffed and shouted out the price with some caution.

"Hehehe~ That guy Doflamingo, don't you even dare to come here?" Candyman Perospero turned his candy cane with great disdain, "Four hundred million Baileys."

Well, now Qingzhi was completely acting as a tool. He happily took out the eye mask, put it on his head and started to sleep.

"Hey, hey, Moen, this is too crazy." Nami covered her mouth, her eyes looking at the notebook on the wooden table had completely transformed into Bailey's.

Moen yawned and glanced at the people around him. All the ordinary people had left, leaving only some trash pirates who claimed to be extraordinary.

"Where is this? Let me tell you, there is no need for such a fussy dispute. Just state your bottom line and have a fight."

Moen's voice was not loud, but it struck everyone's heart.

Hawkeye glanced at Morn, then glanced at the light snow on his seat, his eyes brightened for a moment and then dimmed.

When he came this time, he had no intention of competing for that thing.

The same thoughts were shared by Big Bear and Qing Pheasant.

"The navy brat is right, just state your bottom line directly, there is no need to beat around the bush." ​​Jack stood up directly and kicked over the table next to him.

"The Beast Pirates, 2 billion Baileys!"

The Candyman next to Jack looked a little ugly, "Big Mom Pirates, 1.8 billion Baileys!"

"Don Quixote family, 2.3 billion beli!"

A smile appeared on Torebol's face and he quoted his lowest price. Fortunately, he beat the two Yonko Pirates.

"World Government, 5 billion Baileys."

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