Chapter 209

**Chapter 209: Logia Slave**

The commotion **caught Carl's attention.**

But it wasn't the "**sisters**" themselves that interested him—

It was their **price.**

**Two hundred million Belly.**

Even in the **slave market**, that was absurd.

Mermaids, the most expensive, rarely exceeded **seventy million**.

Even the **most beautiful** ones barely touched **one hundred million**.

Yet, this **merchant** dared to ask for **twice that amount**—

For **two human girls**?

They had to be **extraordinary.**

Not just Carl—everyone on the street was **shocked.**

A **crowd gathered**, eager to see what could justify such a price.

Carl **adjusted his sunglasses**, slipping into the throng.

As he moved closer, he saw a man with **long, light purple hair** and a **sinister grin**.

The man was **slapping** a small **display case**, still covered by a **black cloth**.

Carl **frowned**.

Something about him felt **familiar.**

Then, someone in the crowd **shouted—**

"**Hey, Disco! Stop hiding it—let us see what kind of 'goods' could be worth two hundred million Belly!**"

Hearing the name, **Carl remembered.**

**Disco.**

The **future auctioneer** of the **Human Auctioning House** at **Sabaody Archipelago.**

Of course, the **real** owner of that place was **Doflamingo**—

Disco was just a **pawn.**

But now, Carl saw why Doflamingo had **chosen him.**

Born in the **Red Line.**

Deeply involved in the **slave trade**.

A keen understanding of **Celestial Dragons' tastes**.

Disco was **the perfect candidate.**

Yet, in the end, he was nothing more than a **disposable tool.**

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As Carl pondered, the **crowd grew restless.**

Disco, still **smiling smugly**, **tugged** the black cloth away—

Revealing the **"merchandise."**

Inside the **cage** was a **pair of sisters**.

But they were **no delicate flowers**—

If anything, they were **barely buds.**

The older girl **looked no more than ten**.

The younger one?

**Five at most.**

Carl **narrowed his eyes.**

"**Well… more familiar faces.**"

The **older sister** had **light green curls** that fell to her shoulders.

Her face was still **young**, but her **delicate features** and **fair skin** hinted at future beauty.

The **younger sister** looked similar, though her hair was **darker and straighter**.

She **clung** to her older sister's sleeve, eyes **brimming with tears**.

The older sister, despite **trembling**, spoke in a **steady voice**—

"**Don't be afraid. I'm here with you.**"

She wrapped her arms around the little girl, **shielding her**.

Carl's gaze **lowered**—

A pair of **shackles** adorned her wrists.

Not **decorative.**

**Seastone.**

So… she was already a **Devil Fruit user.**

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The **crowd scoffed.**

"**Disco, are you insane? You think these kids are worth two hundred million Belly? Need a few coins to check your head?**"

"**Yeah! What can a couple of brats even do? With that money, I could have fun on Pleasure Street for years!**"

"**Look at those tiny bodies—they couldn't even handle chores!**"

"**Hey, now! Look at the older one. Just imagine, she'll be a heartbreaker someday. How about two million Belly? I'll take them both!**"

Laughter erupted.

The **younger sister sobbed harder.**

The older sister's **face paled**—

Despair creeping in.

To her, the **crowd** outside the cage wasn't **human**—

They were **monsters.**

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Carl's **frown deepened.**

He had already **decided.**

If the older girl was who he **thought**—

**Two hundred million Belly was a steal.**

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Disco, still **smirking**, let the **mockery continue** for a moment.

Then, he raised his hand.

The crowd **fell silent.**

A **cryptic grin** spread across his face.

"**Do you think, after all these years in the slave business, I wouldn't know how to price my merchandise?**"

Silence.

The onlookers **exchanged uncertain glances.**

Finally, someone asked—

"**What's so special about these brats?**"

Disco's **grin widened.**

He gestured to the **older sister**.

"**Let me introduce my product properly.**"

He pointed at the **younger girl** first.

"**This little one is Sugar.**"

"**Just an ordinary kid.**"

Then, he turned to the **older sister.**

His voice **dropped**—

"**But her sister… that's a different story.**"

Disco let the tension **build**.

Then—

"**Her sister's name is Monet.**"

"**She possesses the Logia-type Snow-Snow Fruit!**"

The **crowd erupted.**

A **Logia user?!**

Even in the **Red Line**, where **Devil Fruit users** were common—

A **Logia** was **rare.**

Natural **elements** were **limited.**

And **Logia Fruits** even more so.

But above all—

They were known as **invincible.**

The **standard of power.**

The **Marine Admirals** had set that image in stone.

Now, before them, was a **child**—

A **Logia user**.

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Some were **tempted**.

But others hesitated.

A **Logia user** could be **dangerous**.

What if she **rebelled**?

Seastone cuffs wouldn't hold her **forever.**

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Disco saw the **doubt.**

He chuckled.

Then, he pointed at **Sugar**.

"**Remember, everyone…**"

"**Sugar is just a normal kid.**"

He **grinned.**

"**This is a 'buy one, get one free' deal.**"