Chapter 472 I will forgive you, child.
“…”
Doflamingo looked at the Five Elders who were kneeling in front of him, and the smile on his face froze for a moment.
Five Elders? Trust? Me?
Looking at CP0's serious expression, Doflamingo suddenly wondered how this guy could hold back his laughter.
It's fine if he just lied to others.
I'm no longer the naive and stupid kid I was back then.
"So, those five old men trust me quite a bit, and even let me supervise the members of CP0."
"Does Saint Vorchuli have any objection to this? This is his jurisdiction."
A CP0 member explained:
"This is what Saint Vorchuli meant."
Doflamingo narrowed his eyes and stared at CP0 for a while, and then a smile gradually rose at the corner of his mouth.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey, all right, tell the old men, I'll take care of it."
"Yes, Lord Doflamingo."
CP0 kept his head down and said respectfully.
Then, his figure disappeared straight away.
Doflamingo stood there for a long time, quietly looking out the window at the peaceful, prosperous, and submissive holy land of Marijoa, and the Celestial Dragons who lived in the Western-style buildings in the Land of the Gods not far away and looked at his residence with strange, suspicious and contemptuous eyes from time to time. The smile on his mouth became colder little by little.
"What a good trick, you old men... You asked me to maintain peace and cooperation with that woman on the surface, but secretly asked me to monitor her every move."
"Hey, hey, hey, hey, what a smart trick!!"
He raised his hands to cover his face, looked up and laughed, and his whole body couldn't help shaking with laughter.
"What's there to be so happy about, Dover?"
At this time, a deep voice suddenly sounded.
Doflamingo's pupils shrank, and he turned around suddenly, staring at the figure who had been sitting on the sofa at some point.
"You... actually sneaked into the holy land of Marijoa?"
A tall figure was sitting on the high-end leather sofa at this moment.
The black-haired young man crossed his legs and sat calmly on the soft leather sofa.
"You are outstanding, kid. After regaining your identity as a Celestial Dragon... you don't even want to call me Godfather?"
Darren looked at the blond Celestial Dragon in front of him with a smile, and his tone was playful.
Doflamingo's expression changed, and his eyes twitched slightly.
The black-haired young man was sitting there lightly, and his right hand fingers were rhythmically tapping the armrest of the sofa, but an unspeakable sense of majesty and oppression arose spontaneously.
Because Doflamingo was shocked to find that every time that long finger with distinct knuckles tapped, it accurately pressed on the rhythm of his heartbeat.
The most terrifying thing is that as his heartbeat gradually accelerated, the frequency of that finger tapping also continued to increase, even giving Doflamingo a sense of horror that "that finger is driving his heartbeat"!
If this feeling is real, does it mean that when that finger stops tapping, his heart will also stop beating?
As if sensing some kind of unclear threat, Doflamingo felt that the domineering in his body began to move involuntarily and gathered towards the position of his heart.
But this sign was forcibly suppressed by him as soon as it emerged.
Cultivating a strong enough domineering may be able to defend against all attacks and surpass all abilities.
It is true that his domineering has become stronger, but who knows how strong the domineering of this guy in front of him is?
At this moment, Doflamingo didn't dare to gamble at all.
Because the most direct and cruel fact is that if this guy hadn't spoken, he wouldn't have known when he entered his mansion.
This means that if Darren wanted to kill him, he couldn't dodge or defend himself, and he was even dead at this moment.
At this moment, Doflamingo's glory and pride of being on par with the Five Elders and becoming the vice-captain of the Knights of God instantly disappeared.
And the figure sitting on the black leather sofa rose from the ground like a mountain, becoming more and more unfathomable.
Doflamingo took a deep breath, smiled and said:
"I was just very surprised by your arrival, and I didn't react for a while... Godfather."
When he said the last sentence, his voice became obviously hoarse and low.
"I was just joking with you, Dov... You are my godson, you must remember that I will always be patient with you."
Darren smiled gently and said:
"No matter what stupid things you do, I will forgive you, child."
Doflamingo was startled, and before he could say anything, Darren had already waved his hand, and then looked at the magnificent decoration inside the Celestial Dragon's mansion with interest, and exclaimed:
"The living environment is really good. It can be seen that the five old men have indeed spent a lot of thought to win your support... I observed that the grade of your mansion surpasses most of the Celestial Dragons in the Holy Land."
He took a cigar from the cigar box on the glass coffee table without hesitation, bit it in his mouth and lit it, and said with a smile:
"Well, I saw the statue on your Stairway to Heaven. It's very spirited and imposing."
Doflamingo pursed his lips. Facing Darren's sincere compliment, he didn't know what to say in response for a moment.
"Don't be nervous."
Darren smiled and stood up from the sofa, patting Doflamingo on the shoulder.
He walked to the wine cabinet nearby, took out a glass and whiskey, and poured two glasses of wine.
After handing Doflamingo a glass, Darren shook his glass and looked at the blond boy in front of him who had obviously grown a lot taller and was nearly 1.8 meters tall. He smiled with satisfaction:
"Dover, you have indeed grown up."
Doflamingo was silent for a while, and his eyes behind the sunglasses flashed.
"I wonder what plans Godfather has for this visit?"
Darren smiled and said:
"This is your housewarming, and it is also a leap forward in your career... As your godfather, of course I have to come to the ceremony in person."
"Congratulations, Dover... Congratulations on becoming the vice-chairman of the Knights of God, and congratulations on fulfilling your dream."
He raised the wine glass in his hand.
"How is it?"
"Power, wealth, status, and the sense of superiority above everyone else... These are all you dreamed of when you were young, and now you have finally regained all of this with your own efforts."
"How do you feel?"
···
···
···
