The shape of the helmet is quite plain, the only special thing is the pattern on the top, which is the result of a special forging technique.
"Father, do you feel it's useless?"
Frankenstein tried to put the helmet on her head, but the special structure at the back of her head got stuck, so she could only wear half of it.
"Of course it's useless if you wear it. This thing was originally prepared for me, but it doesn't work on me."
This helmet is essentially a limiter. Magneto's helmet prevents Professor X's telepathy from affecting him, protecting the mind of the holder.
But what Orlan's helmet limits is its owner, which is also a test of the limit of his dream ability, just like the dream catcher developed by Heimerdinger. Orlan has tried to change it from random dreams to a designated range.
The reason why it cannot be controlled may be because it is too powerful. If it is made weaker, maybe it can be controlled. The result is naturally failure.
According to Dolan, perhaps only his teacher would have some ideas about this.
If Dolan is the top craftsman among humans, then his teacher is the top craftsman among demigods - Ornn, the Hidden Flame of the Mountain.
A powerful demigod of the Freljord snowfields, he holds the authority over forging and craftsmanship.
But this demigod had long since retired. Ever since some of his human blacksmiths were destroyed in the battle between Ornn and his brothers, Ornn has been concentrating on practicing in his workshop, ignoring worldly affairs.
Orlan's project ultimately failed and remained shelved, but now it has a new use.
The perception of Observation Haki is somewhat related to mental strength, especially the ability to read minds, so this limiter is also useful.
For ordinary people, this kind of helmet is worthless. It can only weaken oneself and cannot prevent others from peeping. But it is different for Redfield.
His overly powerful mind-reading ability has become a burden to him, and when he takes off the helmet during battle, the limitations will naturally disappear.
"Is that so?"
"Maybe it's ineffective, but that doesn't matter, so just treat it as an ordinary gift.
You are all independent individuals, and it is normal to have your own ideas. As long as it does not harm your family, you are free to make friends with anyone.
Given your personality, Redfield might be a good friend."
Communicating with different people requires different ways. The complexity contained in human individuals is even more complex than that of different animal groups.
Redfield is a pirate and a lone ranger. The reason why his bounty increases is because of his battles with the navy or other big pirates, not because of killing ordinary people.
Redfield had witnessed Whitebeard and Roger in their prime. After that, his goal was no longer to compete for the top spot in the pirate world. Perhaps he himself could not explain why he went to sea.
The philosophy of the Rumbar Pirates is not Redfield's goal, but no matter what Redfield's purpose is, this is a powerful and considerable fighting force. Having a friendly relationship with such a monster is not a bad thing.
Frankenstein just happens to form this bridge.
Among the top fighters at the same level, Redfield is considered to have a stable personality. He is now in the prime of his youth and does not feel the aging of time.
In a sense, Orlan can also take Redfield to find his former idol. If you calculate the time, Brook should have been drifting in the foggy sea for who knows how many years.
The next day, at the same time and place, Redfield showed up here on time.
Judging from the movements and fluency with which he told the story, he had put a lot of artistic effort into his story yesterday.
"Newgate is indeed a powerful man. The power of that earthquake might actually destroy the world, but I'm not any worse than him."
There is a huge gap in Redfield's solitary life. He has rarely tried to communicate with others, and the people he often mentions are those top strong people.
Because Redfield's mind reading is ultimately a type of observation Haki, monsters of the same level as him can also use their observation Haki to defend themselves when they are on guard.
This is also one of the few people who can make Redfield feel normal and say a few words.
But even those monsters could be seen through some of their inner thoughts by Redfield when they first met.
After all, they are also human beings, and they cannot maintain that special state of alert 24 hours a day.
Only Frankenstein is an exception. Even if Redfield appears quietly behind her, he cannot know what is in her mind.
And this time, Frankenstein handed him something.
"Is this a hat?"
"It's a helmet, a gift."
Of course Redfield knew it was a helmet, but he didn't quite understand why someone would suddenly give him a helmet.
Considering that Frankenstein was as "eccentric" as he was, he thought this was Frankenstein's unique cognition.
In fact, he still didn't understand Frankenstein. She was not a loner, she just rarely spoke to people she didn't know.
However, neither the helmet nor the hat had much impact on Redfield. He seemed very happy about the gift from his friend and even put it directly on his head.
"It's the right size."
"Hurry up, hurry up, tomorrow is Evolution Day, work harder and set up the stall tonight."
There are a lot more people here these two days than in the past few days. The nearby residents seem to be moving closer to the royal city and chatting casually. Hearing the word "Evolution Day", Redfield was a little curious about what day would be called Evolution.
What is Evolution Day?
Before he could finish his words, Redfield suddenly realized that something was wrong. He did not read the other person's inner thoughts.
After a brief moment of shock, he took off the helmet he had just put on, and the noisy voice of his heart appeared in his ears again.
[Your Majesty is such a good man.]
[This special celebration unique to this country hasn't happened in a long time.]
At this time, Redfield knew what Evolution Day was. According to his understanding, it was a special name given by this country to a certain celebration, but this was not important to Redfield.
When Redfield put on his helmet again, his world returned to peace.
"This is the best gift I've ever received. How did you get something so special?"
"Father did it. Tomorrow is Evolution Day. Do you want to come?"
In the past, Redfield would never participate in activities that sounded like they would gather a large crowd. That kind of environment was difficult for him to endure, but this time, it was an exception.
In addition to the helmet, he also wanted to know what kind of person made it.
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