"An undercover agent? But young master, what should I do?"
Monet did not question the task, but he did not know how to begin.
Monet had only been a member of the Don Quixote family for a short time and did not know how to do such things.
Even in the Don Quixote family today, she does something similar to a secretary, and her work in this area is still very meticulous.
In terms of loyalty, Doflamingo trusts her to a certain extent. There will never be a shortage of places on this sea where the environment is so bad that it is difficult for people to even survive. Monet and Sugar were rescued by Doflamingo in such places.
This is also why the sisters joined the Donquixote Family—to repay the kindness Doflamingo had shown them.
"It's very simple, just do your job. You are very capable, and as long as you work normally, you will stand out from the crowd sooner or later."
That guy has a huge business; he wouldn't refuse a secretary with such outstanding abilities.
When people think about other people's behavior patterns, they will unconsciously project their own experiences onto them.
Like Crocodile, Doflamingo also believed that Oran had ulterior motives.
Money? Beauty? These things are worthless in the face of ambition.
Such a strategy would only expose ourselves and result in the pointless loss of manpower.
"Vergo, you teach Monet how to do it. You have experience in this area. If it weren't for that guy Rosinandi, you wouldn't have been exposed."
"Leave it to me, Dover. It's actually quite simple. Don't think of yourself as an undercover agent; just be absolutely loyal to the other side."
"If you don't do anything, you won't make a mistake. When your focus isn't on infiltrating but on following the other side, you'll naturally achieve your goals."
From another perspective, undercover agents are even more loyal. To achieve their goals, they will climb the ranks at all costs and resist the temptation of personal gain.
Before the undercover agent decides to officially defect, it can be quite useful.
"In other words, I understand, young master. I think I know what to do."
"Don't be too nervous, we'll take good care of Sugar for you, so you don't need to worry about that. I'll find a boat to take you to Piltover later."
That country is an immigrant country, and even now there are still immigrants moving in.
Even if they have connections everywhere, they can't possibly verify the identity of every citizen. Don't contact your family until you reach a certain level, understand?
"yes."
In the underground world of the North Sea, the Donquixote Family is basically on par with Germa da Judge, belonging to the pinnacle of the North Sea.
After arriving at the Grand Line, many things are useless, but I haven't yet fallen to the point of being a complete failure.
After saying goodbye to Sugar, Monet, through Doflamingo's arrangement, boarded an ordinary refugee ship and headed to Piltover.
"Dover, do you think she's reliable? Although she's pledged her loyalty, she hasn't been with us for very long."
"Diamanti, the only people I truly trust are a few of you. But it's alright, her sister is still here. The sisters have a good relationship, there won't be any problems."
Trust is something that cannot be seen or touched, and only Doflamingo himself knows who he truly trusts.
In Doflamingo's view, his biological father could ruin his life, and his biological brother could betray him.
Only one of the two sisters was sent out, which served as an extra layer of insurance.
Meanwhile, in Piltover, Sanji returned to his room, drenched in sweat.
No extra physical training is needed; his daily routine as a kitchen helper is the best exercise for his physical fitness.
Excluding the small number of staff within the royal city, this place only needs to prepare food for 20 people each day.
Preparing food for these 20 people was more difficult than preparing food for hundreds of people on the ship.
Sanji recently met everyone in the royal city, and there were quite a few big guys, and even more people with huge appetites.
In terms of food digestion and transformation, the people here have shattered Sanji's preconceived notions, and the so-called scientific knowledge he learned from Judge is becoming increasingly unreliable.
Today, Sanji's job is to pound meatballs with two iron rods. This is a job that is usually done by androids, but Sanji took it on his own initiative to train his physical fitness.
He couldn't remember how many times he had swung the iron bar; he only felt that his arms were now incredibly heavy, and he could barely hold his fork while eating.
"Hey Sanji, it's not time to rest yet. If you fall asleep now, these two arms of yours will be useless tomorrow."
Sanji had just lain down on the bed when a man with a pompadour poked his head in through the door and then grabbed Sanji and lifted him up.
"Mr. Brand"
"I know you're exhausted, but today's training isn't over yet. You still have to keep working hard! You should be used to it by now. It's time to upgrade you."
Bepo! Don't be lazy! How are you going to go out to sea like this?!
"sorry"
"You're not allowed to say sorry!"
"sorry"
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