on, but something was different. Her look had changed. Somehow she looked more serious, even if she always was.
Zorro shook his head again, what did he care about this woman at all? Couldn't matter to him.
The path turned into a staircase. The first houses were within reach, the stairs ran between them ended in a further path through the city. But this was like dead, as if nobody lived here. Everything was calm, everything was quiet, everything was peaceful. Just a few dogs, cats roamed the streets. The sounds of bush drums came from somewhere.The further they went, the louder it got. Human calls also grew louder. So this city wasn't uninhabited after all. The two went on and on. In front of them the road suddenly ended in nothing. Because the valley ran in steps. The path ran down a staircase again, but they didn't even have to step there to know what was going on below. In a huge round square, there was a huge statue. You couldn't see exactly what it was, animal or human, it had too many faces.
The scary tea, however, were the people who were chained between huge wooden stakes.
It was her friends, the ones who had missed her all day, the ones who had all disappeared one by one. People sat around them. They had crouched down. Threw themselves down again and again. They kept saying the same thing:
,, LIVE MORS! TO WHICH HE WILL ACCEPT OUR SACRIFICE! "
“A religious offering! ", it came promptly, bone-dry from Robin, ,, interesting to experience something like that!"She waited for a comment from Zorro, but that didn't materialize because even he was gone. Robin grinned. So he was caught too.

,, How can you be so stupid! ", Nami's voice repeatedly woke her from her sleep," why didn't you fight back! ", It was addressed to Zorro, who was the last to be brought to them.
,, I did, but that damn arrow got me quickly ...! "He didn't get any further, because Nami rubbed his mouth:
"Your excuses don't count, now we can at least hope that Robin hasn't been caught yet!"
,,Quiet! ", one of the mask men who had caught her, hit Nami's chains with a pipe on which she was hanging," You are disturbing our prayers! "It had been going on for hours. It was quiet now, but all the townspeople were still kneeling around them and saying the same thing over and over again:
,, LIVE MORS! TO WHICH HE WILL ACCEPT OUR SACRIFICE! "
,,Thats getting annoying! ", Sanji finally wanted to sleep, what these guys were up to, he didn't care, just the situation in which they were forced to endure was just too uncomfortable.Except for Zorro, but he was always woken up by blows from the masked men. You didn't want anyone to sleep at all. As victims, they had even greater respect than the villagers for bringing this "superbia" forward.
,, I'm hungry, when will we finally have something to eat! ", Luffy had to hold out like this since dawn, he hadn't seen breakfast.
“Nothing at all for victims! ", you hit his chain. But that didn't really bother him, his stomach growling was more annoying so he annoyed the masked men more and more.
Chopper had been hit hardest, the chains almost tore him apart and when he turned into an elk man, the iron rings pressed around his wrists.
How much longer would this theater last? Nobody could endure praying that long, it was terrible. Always this sonorous chant that should transport you into the realm of space, then all the attempts to keep her from sleeping and worst of all, her only hope was Robin, who had not shown up for hours.Zorro felt confirmed in his distrust of Robin.

Where was she. It was a dome. That was how she had seen it on the outside. But inside, everything was dark, no lighting. Again and again she stumbled over something, but she kept walking. She remembered what she had read on the stone tablets. Here was the key to the "City of the Dead" somewhere! They would only have to make enough sacrifices to the god Mors, then he would hand them over. The light suddenly flickered on. It came from a chandelier. High above, on the high one The ceiling was hanging. The room was large. Dome-shaped as she had seen it outside. The ceiling was supported by tall pillars. The walls were decorated with pictures that told a story. But she had no time to look into it the reason for the light was quickly apparent: there were two men, wearing masks but taking them off.
Robin hid behind a pillar. Silent.“One is still missing, but these foolish idiots will find them too, said one, he was older, had some gray hair, but was in pretty good shape. The younger of the two. With black hair nodded:
“What luck that all of them here worship this God fervently, it was easy to make love with them! ", he laughed," we'll have the card soon! "
“Do you really believe that this city exists? ", but the other said it with no doubt in his voice.
"You still ask," he laughed even louder, otherwise I wouldn't go through these theaters after all! "
"But I heard there are only a few who can read them!"
“That shouldn't be a problem for us! ", he laughed, but then soon stopped," Getting the translation is just a small stone in the way. On the way to the city of the dead! "he grinned:
“Just wait and see, there should be mountains of gold there, so you could enjoy your life ten times.It will be worth all the effort! "
“That anyway! ", they put themselves on against the masks and stepped out, this room had apparently only been a place where they had wanted to talk undisturbed. When they left they switched off the light, Robin also disappeared, she had seen enough of them Paintings on the walls and heard to get an idea of ​​the location.
The dome was outside the city, it looked a little deserted. Apparently they did not use them often. She was walking down a narrow, well-trodden path. She heard a whistle. It was a familiar melody from an old nursery rhyme that someone familiar had always whistled. She still remembered exactly how he used to sit in his library and sing or whistle this song for his daughter. But she didn't want to think about that now. She moved a little away from the path. It was one of those mask guys, apparently a very important one, for he had a goblet in his hands and a robe.,,Perfect! "she smiled smartly.

“My wrists are starting to hurt! ", Nami grumbled, because she couldn't find any reason to complain anymore, she wasn't beaten either, only the boys when they got too blatant. Therefore Nami allowed himself a lot more, Usopp and Chopper on the other hand shut their mouths, they liked them No punches, but the other three didn't care.
You could hear two masked men talking. Apparently they were monks or priests, and the way was cleared for them when they walked through the crowd. They also wore "masks", however, the common people did not.
“You still haven't found the last one! "asked one of them.
,,No! ", he replied," but we will do everything in our power! "
“That is probably the least! ", the other snapped at him," the honored Mors will certainly not be at peace with anything less than he deserves! "The addressed nodded vigorously, he wanted to say something else, but someone appeared.He walked slowly up the stairs to the altar-like elevation. In his hands he held a vase-like jug. He wore a hooded robe and a mask peeped out from underneath. Even the two masked men padded aside and bowed to him. Apparently he was the highest, the "sect freaks".
The undercover turned to the crowd:
,, Hoch Mors! ", he shouted.
,, Hoch Mors! "said the crowd after him. They looked hypnotized. They just looked up hesitantly.
“Now let's begin with the anointing of the sacrifices! ", he called back into the crowd and turned to the" victims ".
“That smells strong! ", Nami remarked, curling his nose as a cork was pulled from the container. She was the first in line. One of the kneeling took the vase from the hooded man and handed him a ladle, which he slowly filled. The people followed her every step.
“May the great Mors recognize you as a victim! ", said the masked and turned the ladle, with the foul-smelling liquid, over Nami's head.She winced, wanted to defend herself against it, but the chains would not let her.
The people began to shout, applauded, clapped. Caused a volume that one would not suspect after their long spoken chant, which must have made them hoarse. The masked man handed the ladle to the vase holder and leaned over to Nami:
“Be ready! ", a well-known voice whispered in her ear. Nami nodded barely noticeably and continued her theater. Robin had to have some kind of plan.
She did the whole procession with the others too. And she whispered the same in their ear.
Zorro had to admit that he was wrong. She hadn't just disappeared and abandoned her, but he still couldn't trust her. The thing with the stinking liquid wasn't exactly pleasant either, he even had the feeling that it had spilled more on his head than the others.
They let go of everything. At the end of the ceremony, she held the vase, locked in her hands, and turned against the people:“The victims are chosen. May they please him and bring us a rich life! "
“But what about the last of them. We still haven't found her. Mors will certainly be angry! ", one of the mask men whispered in her ear.
“Then I will stand up for the missing victim! "said the unrecognized Robin.
,,But that's not okay! ", he wanted to stop her, but Robin had already raised the jug to the sky and spoke to the people in a loud voice:
“The last victim was not found. The Hohe Mors does not want to wait any longer. We don't want to anger him. So he demands! ", she paused artfully and looked at the crowd that seemed to be hanging on her lips," that one of us is replacing the victim! "A loud murmur went through the crowd, the people were panicking. Nobody wanted to be victims of them:
“But he is not satisfied with everyone! ", she passed the jug to the masked man standing next to her and took