The Pirate Princess Becomes Queen

The following day, the citizens of Drum Kingdom learned of what had happened the previous night through some rumors.

At first, they were just whispering to each other.

"Hey, you know what? That guy whose name I can't mention got chased away!"

"I know, I heard it's a vengeful spirit, I think it was that quack doctor who self-destructed in front of the castle?"

"Nonsense! I'm only telling you this, don't tell anyone else, but it's Crocodile, one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea and a hero from the neighboring country of Alabasta, who came here to uphold justice because he couldn't stand Wapol's atrocities!"

The rumors spread rapidly, and by noon, some "well-meaning" people reminded them.

Wapol has run away now, but he will return in the future, and no outsider can touch his throne.

"Ah, if only Mr. Crocodile could be our king!"

"Yes, yes! Wapol is so wicked!"

The more the people hate Wahlbod, the more they yearn for Crocodile.

In the end, it even evolved into the idea of ​​"slaughtering cattle and sheep, preparing wine and food, opening the country's gates to welcome the Sand King, and when the Sand King arrives, no more taxes will be levied."

In the original timeline, they were able to choose Dalton, the captain of the guard who had no blood relation to the former king, as the new king, and even changed the name of the country. Did they not know that the World Government had strict requirements for the succession of the throne? Yes, they did. At that time, they were completely forced into it.

Now they have a better option! That is Crocodile, one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea!

Many ordinary people pooled their money and published a message in the World News newspaper, hoping that Crocodile could come to Drum Kingdom and become its king.

Their thinking was that since you've already helped us fight Wapol, we should go all the way!

......

Wapol was so terrified by Crocodile that his gall bladder almost jumped out of his chest. He took most of his subordinates with him, and without anyone to protect him, he dared not go out. There were so many pirates on the road, and if he encountered an unreasonable one, he would have nowhere to turn.

Crocodile committed the crime that night, and on the afternoon of the third day, Wapol arrived in Alabasta with his men. He didn't even disembark; he just replenished his water and food before rushing towards the Holy Land of Mary Geoise.

The World Government is now his strong backing! The law is his weapon! He'll teach Crocodile a lesson!

The Five Elders were very busy, and in their eyes, a king of Wapol's caliber was no different from a piece of trash; they never even saw him.

Wapol's defining characteristics are that he's both wicked and stupid. He's not very bright; if you talk to him about fists, he'll be on his knees in a second; if you try to reason with him, he'll get all worked up.

This person loves to cause trouble. He stirs up trouble even when there's nothing wrong with him, let alone now that there is. He thinks he's the victim, so how can he let it go?

For five whole days, he threw a tantrum in front of the main gate of Mary Geoise, demanding an explanation.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he wasn't afraid of the World Government's underhanded tactics. He ate whatever he could get his hands on, including chairs and floor tiles. It was a completely shameless act, and he made a huge fuss about it.

Several Celestial Dragons were terrified by his sharp teeth and the way he ate a machete like a snack. They hurriedly went to find the Five Elders, who were also completely baffled after learning what had happened.

Before we could even figure out what was going on, the World News newspaper published a lengthy report about Crocodile's plan to "conquer the country."

After Wapol learned of someone's plan, he howled in front of the gates of Mary Geoise every day. The Five Elders were a bit overwhelmed and hurriedly sent Akainu to Sabaody Archipelago to ask Crocodile what was going on.

Sand Crocodile "???"

At first, he thought his plan to seize Alabasta had been leaked, and he suspected that Robin had betrayed him. However, he later discovered that things were not as he had imagined.

I seized the throne of Drum Kingdom? How come I didn't know? What? I've already seized the throne?!

The sand crocodile, who plays hide-and-seek with Lola every day, is completely bewildered.

For a moment, he really wanted to admit it and become a king so he could have a few days of peace. His current position as a Shichibukai was becoming increasingly frustrating. But reason prevailed. He knew that Drum Kingdom was a worthless place with only a few towns and tens of thousands of people. What value did it have?

The Five Elders, at their age, have seen it all. They are actually quite wise. They know that Crocodile hasn't left the Sabaody Archipelago recently, and that someone in Drum Kingdom is definitely causing trouble, simply using Crocodile's name to expel King Walbourne.

But knowing is one thing, but people aren't machines; they're not that rational.

The crocodiles keep getting into trouble every few days, which is really annoying for them. Once, twice, three or four times, something happens every day. Anyone would be annoyed in that situation.

Their frustration resulted in assigning a task to the sand crocodile.

A few days ago, Ace rejected the invitation to become a Shichibukai and instead joined the Whitebeard Pirates, becoming the captain of the second division. The Five Elders considered this a provocation and gave Crocodile, who was increasingly annoyed by Ace, a task: "Go and capture Ace, or kill him. You're a veteran Shichibukai, so dealing with a newcomer shouldn't be too difficult, right?"

The sand crocodile just exploded on the spot, are you kidding me?!

Sending him alone to the New World, to Whitebeard's territory, to capture Whitebeard's second division commander? What's the difference between that and suicide? Even if he succeeds, he'll be turned into mincemeat by an enraged Whitebeard.

The New World is absolutely not to be visited! Absolutely not, I would rather die than go!

He immediately instructed Nicole Robin: "We've been training for this moment, and now we need Baroque Works to step in. Whatever it is, just do something that only I can handle! Don't make it too big, but don't make it too small either. Create some trouble so he has an excuse to push back the Five Elders' orders."

Robin was very confused when she received this task. The key problem was that the task was too vague. It didn't say how to do it, what to do, where to do it, or who to ask. Crocodile just asked her to create a problem that was neither too big nor too small. How big was "not big"? How small was "not small"?

She's very good at reading documents and researching historical events, but causing trouble? She really doesn't know how. After thinking it over, she can only consult her best friend, Ms., on Wednesday...

Chapter 149 Creating a Big News for Crocodile

When Robin called, Vivi was listening to the old ship's doctor and the old lady exchanging medical insights. The old lady was saying that her antibiotics were very effective, and the old ship's doctor was talking about his newly developed special medicine for some kind of fever. Seeing Chopper taking notes so diligently, Vivi could only listen from the sidelines, too embarrassed to mention that she herself, in the field of anesthetic manufacturing, had drawn on the strengths of many schools of thought and had forged a new path that no one had ever taken before...

Upon hearing the news from Robin, she was first taken aback, then overjoyed.

When she had nothing to do, she was always thinking about causing trouble for Crocodile. What is she now? Ordered to cause trouble? Then what is there to hesitate about? If she doesn't make a big splash this time, she feels she would be letting down her "boss's" trust.

You asked me to cause trouble this time. If it gets too big and you can't handle it, that's your problem, not mine!

Laboon needed to rest in Drum Kingdom for a while. Since the king had been driven out by "Lord Crocodile" and there was no tyrant ruling, the people of Drum Kingdom had regained their vitality. There was nothing she could do to help here. Vivi said goodbye to the doctors and returned to the Baroque Works headquarters in Alabasta with the duck.

Upon arriving at headquarters, she and Robin hid in a small, dark room to conduct their research.

She knew very well that Crocodile wanted to create a pirate version of maintaining his own power. She didn't know what problems Crocodile was facing, but she guessed it must be very difficult for him.

Robin didn't mention that Crocodile was the founder of Baroque Studio. She felt this was a way to protect Vivi, so in her words, Crocodile and Baroque Studio were separated. Worried that Vivi wouldn't take this seriously enough, she specifically emphasized that Crocodile, as the employer, was currently the studio's most important client.

“The studio has a lot of expenses. The employer supports us with the turnover of the Rain Banquet Casino. We also have to complete some tasks. Nowadays, the employer’s requirements are very strange, but I still think we should try our best to complete them.”

Robin first explained her meaning, which was that she was worried that Vivi wouldn't take this matter seriously. In fact, she had no idea that Vivi wasn't ignoring it, but rather taking it extremely seriously, fearing that the blame would be too small and that she would be letting down her conscience.

Vivi first suggested the simplest solution.

That's the trick that countless generals throughout history have used when facing their monarchs: "breaking your leg"! Whether you fall off a horse, get hit by a car, or get trampled by an elephant, any method will do. The method doesn't matter; the key is the result.

“Break your leg, or break it yourself!” Vivi said with absolute certainty.

"Hehehehe—" Robin subconsciously imagined what the sand crocodile would look like with a limp leg, and couldn't help but cover his mouth and chuckle.

She gently shook her head: "I'm afraid not. The employer is a world-renowned Shichibukai. No one can break his leg... It's strange for him to break his own leg. I don't think he would use that trick."

Vivi had reservations about this; there weren't many strong individuals who could break a sand crocodile's leg, but there were definitely quite a few as well.

However, there is no suitable candidate right now. If Jack the Drought and Cracker were still around, she could secretly do something, but the problem is that both of them have returned to the New World.

Vivi pondered for a moment and said, "Then we'll have to find some new enemies."

Robin nodded: "I think that's what the employer means too."

Looking through the recent news in Alabasta, Vivi thought for a moment: "This... well, perhaps 'turmoil' is a more appropriate word? The employer is demanding a large-scale response to this turmoil?"

“Yes, the employer wants to highlight his importance in the incident so that he can maintain his current status and not do any particularly dangerous work.” Robin was also quite troubled, and she was very careful with her words. Most of the time, she just repeated Crocodile’s original words. In her opinion, this was a very difficult task. There was no goal, no reason, and no precedent to follow. For a scholar, this was a brainless task.

"Highlight its importance?" Vivi thought about it seriously. "Actually, the employer doesn't want to make things too big, preferably limiting it to a certain level? But he still needs to handle it personally?"

That's roughly the idea.

Vivi flipped through the intelligence in her hand, comparing it back and forth. Finally, she took out a report submitted by the beautiful dealer Kalifa. The reason this report was in front of them was because it involved the casino and was closely related to its future.

Vivi pointed to the report and said, "MS. All Sunday, look, this guy said he came to Alabasta on the orders of Gild Tezzolo, demanding that Rain Banquet Casino hand over all its gold to them, and they would pay an equivalent amount of Berries. This guy should be considered a minor enemy, and his influence is not too great. At most, it only involves a few casinos."

She added to herself, "At worst, it will only cause the global financial system to collapse and add a few billion more enemies to Crocodile. Don't panic, it's not a big deal!"

Robin couldn't say she knew nothing about the Golden Emperor, but the information she gleaned from the newspapers was ultimately different from what the transmigrators knew. The newspapers would only say that this man was rich and powerful, a very wealthy man, but they wouldn't say how good he was at fighting.

She thought about it for a moment and felt that the trouble Weiwei had brought up was a bit minor! A bit conservative!

“Gild Tesoro’s demands are indeed domineering, but I think his status is only equivalent to that of a king of a country. He shouldn’t pose too much of a threat to our employer, after all, our employer is a Shichibukai.”

What does that mean? Vivi felt like she and Robin were on completely different wavelengths. After a moment's thought, she realized that Robin was complaining that the Golden Emperor wasn't strong enough...

How about kidnapping a Celestial Dragon? The kind where they execute someone live on air? Vivi thought about it, then shook her head. It was a bit dangerous. This kind of thing could easily provoke a Marine Admiral, and the risks were uncontrollable. Someone like the Golden Emperor would be just right.

Under her persuasion, Robin reluctantly agreed to the plan to provoke the Golden Emperor. Through Den Den Mushi, even Crocodile's side agreed!

Crocodile believes that the Golden Emperor is just a very influential and wealthy man, at most rich and powerful, but his personal combat strength is negligible. He supports Baroque Works in stirring up conflict, and he even has the idea of ​​robbing the Golden Emperor.

Weiwei didn't even know what kind of expression she had. Since you all agreed, what else could she say? This wasn't me making you take the blame; you did it willingly! Let's draw your ire to the maximum and be as forceful as possible!

This time, Robin remained in the shadows, while Vivi, the COO, took full charge. They rushed to the Rain Banquet Casino overnight and waited all day before the messenger sent by the Golden Emperor Gild Tesoro arrived.

The envoy was a man with an unusually large head, wearing a black suit and a green bow tie, who introduced himself as Mr. Tanaka.

Chapter 150 Feud

Mr. Tanaka's entrance was bizarre. Vivi and the beautiful dealer, as well as Kalifa, who is now considered a quasi-management member of the Rain Banquet Casino, were having a quiet conversation when this man with a huge head suddenly appeared out of thin air from the wall.

He first gave an extremely flamboyant bow, then glanced at Vivi out of the corner of his eye. Finding she unfamiliar, he guessed that she must be the actual person in charge of the casino. His tone was cunning and sounded unpleasant: "Ms. Kalifa, I've come to visit again. Oh, and this beautiful lady, it's a great honor to meet you."

Mr. Tanaka, with his big head, was very relaxed. He believed that with the Golden Emperor's formidable reputation in both the underworld and legitimate society, suppressing a casino under the Seven Warlords of the Sea would be a piece of cake. Besides, they weren't robbing; they were exchanging gold from the casino for an equivalent amount of Berries.

This move is somewhat coercive. Everyone knows that gold is more important than paper money, but Crocodile has enemies all over the world now. You don't want to offend the Gold Emperor, do you? You don't, do you?

A minute later, he realized that his mission for the day had taken a huge turn for the worse.

Vivi's attitude was extremely tough.

“Mr. Crocodile said he doesn’t care about any trashy Golden Emperor! He only has one word for you maggots: get out! Get as far away as you can! You… I don’t care what your name is, you’re just trash. If you dare to show your face at Rain Banquet Casino again, Mr. Crocodile will chop off your big head and use it as a chamber pot!”

She pointed her finger at the other person's nose and cursed for five minutes straight. The beautiful dealer Kalifa, dressed in black stockings and high heels, was dumbfounded. It was true that the other person's act of coming to exchange gold was very rude, but you shouldn't confront them like this, right? This kind of hatred can't be resolved even in a hundred years, right?

Mr. Tanaka, with his big head, stared wide-eyed, looking like an idiot, completely dumbfounded.

"You... how dare you speak to me like that! You lowly woman!" He felt there seemed to be a problem. Exchanging paper money for gold would indeed provoke some hostility, but weren't your reactions a bit too strong? We could have discussed it further. Even if you refused, you shouldn't have cursed me, right? There were rumors that Crocodile was a mad dog, which he hadn't believed before, but seeing the casino manager's intense reaction today, he believed it.

The two sides officially broke off relations. Big-headed Tanaka was a complete scoundrel, always holding grudges and seeking revenge. That very evening, his revenge came.

He hired two pirate crews and a well-known treasure hunter team to raid the Rain Banquet Casino at night.

A drunken woman stood on a distant mountaintop, bow drawn and arrow nocked. Her body was swaying, and her eyes seemed to be closing, yet her arrows were incredibly accurate.

Her arrows were loaded with high explosives, and their range was incredibly long. She aimed the arrows at the Rain Banquet Casino, and fired three arrows in quick succession, covering a distance of a thousand meters. The high explosives detonated upon impact, and these three arrows actually produced the effect of missiles.

Baroque Studio was not unprepared; on the contrary, they had gathered their forces early on, awaiting retaliation.

"I'll go kill that archer!" Mr. 1, with his bronze skin, charged out first.

Mr. 2 Bon Clay, meanwhile, was dancing ballet on the spot, rambling on and on about how he would protect everyone.