"I am an adventurer, or rather, a traveler. The snowy scenery of Drum Island is beautiful, so I came to see it," Yun Lie said.
Dr. Kureha's cloudy pupils suddenly gleamed with a sharp, eagle-like light: "I didn't expect the Space Fruit, which disappeared for a hundred years, to appear on you, and you're not even a pirate."
"You know the Devil Fruit I ate?"
These words were like a heavy hammer, and Yun Lie's muscles instantly tensed. His palms uncontrollably rippled with faint blue spatial patterns.
But he quickly calmed his mind—a healer who could span a century must have witnessed far more strange tales and secrets than there were reefs on the Grand Line.
"Kid, the World Government has put a bounty on this Devil Fruit for a full hundred years."
Dr. Kureha tapped her pipe, and dark red sparks fell onto the soft wool carpet, extinguishing in an instant.
"I understand, Dr. Kureha," Yun Lie responded respectfully.
"Hahahahaha! My crow's feet are so deep they could trap flies, don't try to fool me with sweet talk!"
Dr. Kureha laughed, patting the armrest of her rattan chair, making thumping sounds, "If you want to admire the snow, go to the ice waterfall in the back mountain; don't disturb me watching TV here!"
Yun Lie understood, and his fingertips gently traced the void.
As the spatial rift closed and Yun Lie departed, only Dr. Kureha's low murmur echoed leisurely in the room: "Time is supreme, space is king… The World Government's schemes should be shattered."
.....
Thirty meters deep beneath the Drum Royal Palace, inside a secret treasury, candlelight flickered amidst cobwebs, and the swaying light illuminated the surroundings in a shifting dance of light and shadow.
"Hiss!"
Space was torn open, and Yun Lie's figure emerged.
"Walpole, that scoundrel, has only recently ascended to the throne. Where did he get so much treasure?"
Looking at the mountains of treasure, Yun Lie was shocked.
In a dusty golden jar in the corner, the spiral patterns on the surface of a purple fruit were faintly visible in the shadows.
"Munch-Munch Fruit!"
Yun Lie's breathing hitched, and he quickly stepped forward to pick it up.
He had originally thought the Munch-Munch Fruit had already been eaten, but he didn't expect it to still be safely stored in the treasury.
Not only that, but in another corner, Yun Lie also discovered a round, snow-white Devil Fruit.
Yun Lie didn't know this fruit, but from its appearance, he could tell it was a Zoan type Devil Fruit.
Keep them! Keep them all!
Yun Lie only took the two Devil Fruits; he didn't touch any of the other treasures.
It wasn't that he didn't love beli; it was that these beli belonged to the Drum Kingdom.
If the national treasury were to lose a large amount of beli, it would ultimately be the common people of the Drum Kingdom who suffered.
Now that Walpole had only recently ascended, his incompetence was already gradually becoming apparent.
After taking the two Devil Fruits, Yun Lie disappeared from his spot once more, arriving in a lavish room.
"This fellow is truly cruel."
Yun Lie looked at the various "toys" in the room, and the several pale figures on the bed, muttering softly.
Bloody whips and iron chains beneath the bed gleamed coldly, silently recounting the atrocities that had occurred here.
"Who?!"
Walpole's terrified shriek abruptly ceased, an invisible force tightly gripping his throat, preventing him from making any sound.
"Ah!!!"
Several women were startled, and seeing Yun Lie wearing a demonic mask, they immediately huddled together.
"Poor women."
Yun Lie looked at the collars around the women's necks and the signs of abuse on their bodies, shaking his head with pity.
"I'll give you a chance to kill him."
Yun Lie threw out a knife and turned away.
One of the women, feigning composure, picked up the small knife with trembling arms, then, as if stimulated, she raised the knife and stabbed it towards Walpole's heart!
"Kill! I killed him!"
The woman's face was covered in blood, but a look of excited joy appeared on her face.
With one taking the lead, the other women also crowded around, snatching the small knife, and repeatedly stabbing Walpole.
Walpole was only awakened by the first few stabs; with several more stabs entering his body, he completely lost the ability to resist before he could even react.
Walpole was very large, and the blood that flowed out stained the entire large bed red.
"Thank you for giving us a chance to get revenge."
After Walpole was completely dead, the women, covered in blood, bowed deeply to Yun Lie.
Immediately after, as if by telepathy, they one by one took their own lives with the knife.
"Rest in peace."
Yun Lie closed his eyes, took a deep breath, lit the entire room on fire, and then left.
The room was filled with expensive, flammable silk ribbons, and the raging fire instantly engulfed the entire royal palace.
For a time, the entire royal palace was in chaos. Fortunately, it snowed year-round in Drum Kingdom, so the fire was quickly brought under control.
It was a pity, though, that although they extinguished the fire, Walpole's body could not be saved, leaving only a skeleton.
.....
Returning to Dolton's village, Yun Lie found Nami and the other women, and they immediately dragged him off to go shopping.
Rather than shopping, it was more like trading items with the villagers.
After all, it was difficult to do business on the severely cold Drum Island, and merchants were unwilling to open shops there.
From the villagers, they exchanged for many local specialties.
Lustrous mink furs, dried snow rabbit meat, dried yak meat, and some medicinal herbs and special ingredients that only grew in cold regions, among others.
Because merchants rarely came, the villagers all wanted to take this opportunity to exchange the treasures they had at home for the supplies they needed.
The temperature on Drum Island was too low to grow oranges, so the oranges Nami brought were very popular with the villagers.
There were many oranges in the orange grove, and the few of them couldn't eat them all, and Nami was also happy to exchange them with these villagers at a low price.
If the value of the oranges wasn't enough, they could use beli to make up the difference.
It continued until evening.
News of Walpole's death spread throughout the entire Drum Kingdom.
Countless citizens rejoiced, and the doctors who had been captured gradually returned home.
In Mitsuri's wooden house, candlelight flickered.
Dr. Heasef, wrapped in a mink coat, sat by the fireplace, the dancing flames illuminating his slightly weathered face in shifting light and shadow.
This seemingly elderly man was in his prime, both Mitsuri's adoptive father and her guide on her medical journey.
"Master, that scoundrel Walpole actually abused you!"
Mitsuri knelt before the old man, her trembling fingertips tracing the unhealed whip marks on Dr. Heasef's arm.
Her keen medical senses allowed her to instantly analyze the type of abuse Dr. Heasef had suffered, and her eyes immediately turned red, bursting into tears with a "wah."
Dr. Heasef smiled and stroked Mitsuri's head, his hand, accustomed to holding scalpels, calloused: "Silly girl, aren't I perfectly fine?"
He looked out at the falling snow, his voice filled with the relief of having survived a disaster, "I heard that tyrant was subdued and literally stabbed into a sieve by the women he tortured. He was much worse off than me."