Nobody makes a hundred million berry in eight years without talent. [ And she's just going to leave that comment where it is, stepping forward silently through the dark villa and waving him on towards the rear of the house.
She keeps an ear trained on any other noise beyond the two of them as they creep through the corridor, cocking her head towards one of the doors before heading toward it. Nami waits, listening for a second before she quietly pushes it open and slips inside.
The home office for the man of the house, a tidy sum of gold coins stacked in neat columns on the far side of the desk, seemingly waiting for them. ]
Now this is a nice office. [ Nami breathes, her eyes turning from the gold to the gilded curios lining the mantle, stowing a few in her rucksack as she moves. ]
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She keeps an ear trained on any other noise beyond the two of them as they creep through the corridor, cocking her head towards one of the doors before heading toward it. Nami waits, listening for a second before she quietly pushes it open and slips inside.
The home office for the man of the house, a tidy sum of gold coins stacked in neat columns on the far side of the desk, seemingly waiting for them. ]
Now this is a nice office. [ Nami breathes, her eyes turning from the gold to the gilded curios lining the mantle, stowing a few in her rucksack as she moves. ]