New World, Totto Land, Whole Cake Island.
Charlotte Linlin sat in the chair, liquid still dripping from the corner of her mouth.
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By this time, she had entered middle age and was no longer as youthful and beautiful as she once was; her face bore the marks of time.
Youthful looks gradually fade, replaced by muscles and a strong, resolute appearance.
Whenever she feels excited because she wants to eat sweets, her stomach acid surges uncontrollably.
The stomach acid secreted by the human body is extremely corrosive, and it made a sizzling sound when it fell to the ground.
Many of these floors, made of cookies and candies, have been corroded.
This is not a good sign for the people of Whole Cake Island; it's almost a harbinger of a food craving. If Charlotte Linlin can't get the food she wants to eat in a short time, she'll go crazy.
"Where's the food? Isn't it ready yet?"
"Almost done! The head chef of the long bread shop has already activated the emergency inventory!"
The food additives produced by Oran for the World of Warcraft region came into play, and the longer shelf life allowed the Big Mom Pirates to better deal with Charlotte Linlin's food cravings, thus reducing a lot of trouble for them.
Finally, just as Charlotte Linlin was about to lose control, she successfully ate the dessert she wanted.
"Oh my, oh my, how are those chefs doing?"
"The feedback from Firefly Island is that Princess Leriana really enjoyed their desserts."
"Very good, then let's lend them out for a while longer, and call them back later."
Charlotte Linlin's rule is "welcome all who come, but do not tolerate those who leave."
Anyone can join the Kingdom of All Nations; she will embrace all races. However, once you join, you cannot leave. This is Charlotte Linlin's rule.
It's already quite an achievement to be able to lend out the most important pastry chef for a period of time.
"Mom, this is today's news. It seems Redfield has joined Firefly Island and become a member there."
Compared to ordinary people, those who are pirates are more concerned about Redfield's situation.
Just as the Navy found it difficult to capture Redfield, the pirates of the New World were also unwilling to provoke him.
This guy is a lone wolf; making an enemy of him is a thankless task.
People like Whitebeard aren't afraid of Redfield, but their subordinates aren't.
If Redfield were to launch a full-scale retaliation, they wouldn't be able to protect everyone. Given his arrogant personality, even the pirates were satisfied with his withdrawal from the sea in this way.
"Well, well, that's good. This way we'll have fewer worries. Katakuri, tell the others to prepare for battle. We need to take those islands in the west as soon as possible!"
Previously, Redfield had been active in that area, and Charlotte Linlin did not want to involve him in the battle, thus causing animosity between them.
Now that Redfield is gone, they're about to launch a new operation.
On the Moby Dick, Marco also waved a newspaper as he approached Whitebeard.
"Father, this is unexpected! Red Earl has really joined someone else's ranks, and he's even under the command of a Shichibukai."
"Gulalalalala, everyone has their own ambitions. It seems he has found what he needs."
Although there had been some conflicts, there was no irreconcilable feud between Whitebeard and Redfield. Whitebeard was one of the few people Redfield respected, and they could be considered to have mutual respect.
Seeing that the other party had made a choice, Whitebeard was actually somewhat relieved.
Meanwhile, Marshall D. Teach, also reading the newspaper, was sitting in a spot next to the cabin. Known as Blackbeard, he had long ago clung to Whitebeard's leg, begging him to accept him.
He believed that the probability of encountering the Dark-Dark Fruit was highest here, and if he never did, he might remain Whitebeard's good son forever.
"Hahaha, you're an ambitious guy. The Seven Warlords of the Sea are probably just a stepping stone for you. You even managed to recruit a monster like Redfield. What exactly is your goal?"
People always tend to judge others by their own standards. As the old saying goes, a person with a bad heart sees everything as dirty, even though Blackbeard did guess some of the other party's thoughts correctly.
"Teach, what's making you laugh so happily? Are you planning to take over as captain?"
"No way, I'm already very happy to be able to stay by my dad's side. I'm not qualified to be the captain."
At this time, Blackbeard was a member of the second division of the Whitebeard Pirates. Since the second division's captain, Kozuki Oden, was borrowed by Roger, this position had been vacant.
Unfortunately, even after Roger's death, Kozuki Oden, who had promised to return, never came back, and he never even had any contact with Whitebeard again.
This saddened Whitebeard, who considered Oden his younger brother, for quite some time.
"Hehehehe! To be able to recruit even such a monster into your ranks, you truly are the man I approve of! Sidiriel, what exactly are your ambitions?"
The Golden Lion on the floating island also received the newspaper. He was still floating in the sky and was not isolated from the world; he still had some understanding of the outside world.
At least through Morgans, he could learn a little about some major events outside.
This was an inevitable outcome after Redfield joined, even though Redfield himself knew the reason for doing so; to outsiders, it still looked like he was joining a faction.
This is still a new world that has a good understanding of Redfield's strength; outsiders' opinions are even more complicated.
Most of the other Shichibukai were envious, thinking that Oran had struck gold this time, while some simply mocked him.
For example, this is the kind of atmosphere in the taverns of Magic Valley.
"What a lofty and aloof person he was; in the end, he still chose to become a lackey of the government."
"Yeah, can a country that this kind of guy joins be called the strongest? That's really hilarious."
The town of Mogu, known as the town of mockery, always has ample reason to look down on outsiders. In their eyes, the heretics are not themselves, but outsiders who are different from them, even if these outsiders could crush them with a single finger.
"Bear cub, it seems like Brother Oran has done something big."
On the resort island, Ginny wasn't particularly shocked by the news in the newspaper, and didn't even put down her barbecue. It was perfectly normal for Oran to do something big.
Resort Island is the island's real name. Its purpose seems to be to welcome tourists from the World Government, and even pirates are hosted there.
Although things were a bit chaotic, business was pretty good, and Ginny and Bear chose this place as one of their honeymoon destinations.
"I think I've heard Fran mention Redfield before. This must be her pen pal."
"Hmm, I heard he's an incredibly strong guy. If he's truly committed to joining us, things will go much smoother in the future."
"Probably. Oh, by the way, I saw little Ivan. He's already waiting for us in the room."
"Okay, let's go over there first and finish this deal first."
They had other missions to undertake here, such as arms dealing with the revolutionary army.
Dragon himself was an opponent of war, and had once become a member of the Navy, just as Garp had wished.
However, Dragon couldn't see the justice he wanted in the Navy, so he eventually chose to leave the Navy.
The Ohara incident led Dragon to decide to launch an armed uprising, and with Vegapunk's help, he successfully obtained access to arms sales.
Initially, Dragon didn't have such a great need for weapons. The world is vast, and his revolutionary army is currently mainly active in the four seas, so the demand for weapons is not very strong.
However, as their activities expanded, the revolutionary army gradually began to engage in armed conflicts with the Kingdom's army, leading to a greater demand for weapons.
The Self-Defense Forces were originally just protests, but after turning into an armed uprising, many people left the organization. The current Revolutionary Army is still a makeshift organization, and even the World Government doesn't pay much attention to it.
In this situation, Dragon didn't have many capable people around him, and even fewer who were strong enough to operate in the Grand Line and familiar with the trading parties. In the end, only Ivankov could do this.
Inside their room on the resort island, Ivankov, dressed like a prostitute, lay on the bed in a rather seductive pose, leaving Ginny and Xiong speechless.
"Little Ivan, aren't you... way too perverted?"
"Yes, Brother Ivan, what are you doing?"
"This is a required course for the training of the new generation: mastering the flexibility of the human body."
As Ivankov was speaking, he began to perform a difficult move, but soon after, Xiong and Ginny heard a loud cracking sound. Looking at Ivankov, who had fallen to the ground and was clutching his waist, the two were even a little at a loss.
"Bone... It's okay if your bone is broken! Just kidding! Hehe!"
Ivankov suddenly jumped up again and injected himself with male hormones, turning himself back into a man.
"Brother Ivan is getting more and more perverted."
"Indeed, is this a characteristic of transgender people?"
"Hey! You two, that's enough! Don't talk about me so loudly in my ear! Speaking of which, Oranko did something incredible, managing to attract such a big shot to join his ranks."
Ivankov was slightly annoyed by their discussion about him, but he didn't take it to heart. Instead, he took out the newspaper that had been delivered earlier.
"After all, he's Brother Oran. Although we don't know how he did it, let's get down to business first. Bear, bring out the things."
"good."
As he spoke, Xiong pulled a gas cylinder from the book on his back.
"What is this?"
Looking at the metal canister, Ivankov was somewhat puzzled, as gas cylinders were not widely used due to the differences in Ocean Technology.
Moreover, Ivankov had come to buy weapons, and seeing this round thing, he was really a bit confused.
"Brother Oran said that what you're doing is too dangerous, and it would be easy for problems if he sold you weapons directly. You can get ordinary swords and knives, so he specially made this for you. This is a free modification manual."
If you have any further needs in the future, just go through the normal underground channels.
How could a law-abiding citizen sell weapons to anti-government armed groups? You should know that on this high seas, this kind of behavior is even worse than that of pirates.
However, if someone purchases civilian equipment normally and then modifies it privately, then that has nothing to do with Oran.
As Vegapunk said, the Revolutionary Army was very poor, and these cheap civilian tools were more suitable for them.
"That's really thoughtful."
"By the way, Brother Ivan, Xiongzi and I are already married. Remember to give us a wedding gift next time we meet."
"Congratulations, Xibulu!"
Ivankov, who was still reading the instruction manual, paused for a moment, then offered his blessings, while on Firefly Island, Morgans' newspaper began to circulate.
"The strongest nation. Has our country become this powerful?"
Many people know that news in newspapers isn't always true, but even if you're going to brag, you need to have some basis for it.
The World Economic News Agency is an authoritative newspaper; it's unlikely they would praise a small country like this for no reason.
In less than ten years, their country transformed from a lawless land at the mercy of others into a powerful nation comparable to the land of giants, which gave them a sense of pride.
"Yes, thanks to His Majesty Oran. All the food at the tavern is on the house today. A toast to King Oran!"
"Homage to King Oran!"
Cheers erupted in the tavern, and similar incidents were commonplace.
Redfield himself could see the information in the newspaper, but he seemed dismissive of it.
He never cared about what others thought.
Because of his exceptionally powerful Observation Haki, Redfield had been accustomed to the wickedness of people's hearts since childhood.
As he told Sengoku, he did this for no reason other than his own whim.
"According to the rules of pirates, I've now joined your crew, so shouldn't I call you Captain?"
"I'm not a pirate. Speaking of which, your title is the Red Earl, right? Shouldn't we follow the kingdom's rules? How about the title of Red Grand Duke?"
Redfield didn't not want to interact with people; he simply couldn't. In the years since he got the shielding helmet, his old problem had improved slightly, and he was now able to chat normally with Oran.
"Is this considered a promotion in rank? But never mind, it's just a nickname, nothing to worry about. I only joined this place so that those annoying flies would stop buzzing around me."
Of course, I wouldn't mind lending a hand if there's ever a need in the future.
Redfield also has his own principles. He has also enjoyed the benefits of being under the command of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, so he should give back appropriately.
Moreover, this is the country where his pen pal and idol live, and he would be unhappy if it were destroyed.
"I've already chosen a place to settle down. The lighthouse near Whale Harbor is quite nice. I heard that the Soul King also lives nearby?"
"Yeah, he also performs for Laboon sometimes, you know, the island whale. If you live there, you might even be neighbors. Brook should be practicing around there right now."
"I see. Then I'll go take a look over there first."
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