60 The birth of Mimir (2/2)
The same chilling level of control, the same arrogant and unyielding disposition. The only difference I could see was that while an emperor would use pure strength and power, the pink flamingo used his connections.
Though Onigumo was in appearance a spider, Doflamingo was more of one. Knowing how each string of his web thrummed when it was flicked and acting as both an alert and a trap when someone were unfortunate enough to fall into the delicately wrought framework that he had built his empire on.
The white devil, and the joker were scary opponents to face, especially for one not accustomed to using direct and brutal methods.
His web had seeped far into the grand line, and only his death had been able to disrupt the carefully laid out castle of webs, only by piggybacking on the stray elements of this web had Lore been able to grow a semi decent information agency, and even then it was only in its infancy, employing the aid of beggars and members of the North Blue mafia to somewhat make do in bringing in a hodgepodge of information.
BUT, Lore was happy he had invested their dwindling coffers into this venture, at least now he knew, he knew of the formidable force that they had only barely been able to evade.
They had the burly and frankly scary marine behemoth behind them. It was Vice Admiral Garp for fucks sake. Lorean had more confidence against admirals then he had with that bastard and his three friends!
'Fucking three musketeers of the marines..' he grumbled mutinously as he tiredly slipped in the latest bit of news into the green binder that he had dedicated to the Donquixote family. He was regretful, after going through the effort of beating the arrogant pink bastard but forgetting to raid his humongous reserves, Lore could feel his face itching with remorse as he thought of it.
Now, however Trebol one of the pink bastards executives, his second in command in fact, had taken the reins of the underworld empire, sitting comfortably on the throne and ensuring the family's continued sustenance as a grand line level powerhouse crew.
The world government had not taken the news of the flamingos defeat lightly, they had sent in hoards on hoards of Cipher Pol agents to scour the town where the warlord had fallen, only managing some semblance of normality by passing on the position to the incumbent Trebol, who had gladly accepted, if only to ensure the marines stayed off their back.
The world government had done this discreetly however, putting off the entire incident as the warlord 'retiring' early to be replaced by his second in command, because of 'old injuries' and other oceans of bile and propaganda.
'Big news' Morgans on the other hand, had been able to report that the warlord had fallen but was unsure of the cause, the remote location of the battle and the distance between there and the headquarters of the journalists head quarters playing a key role in the lack of credible information, the albatross had been extremely keen on covering the case on his own, and had thus asked for all his subordinate journalists to let him do the field work this time around.
Though I was glad at the information I had received I could not help but gnash my teeth, both at the cost I would have to bear to develop this information system and how I could maintain its use to me later on in my adventure.
Luckily however, if I could say one thing, then it was this, the head of Mimir had surfaced from the water and would someday know everything about everything.