Frankenstein deserves only a small part of the credit for attracting Redfield here; they were pen pals who only exchanged letters occasionally.
Letters can be written anywhere, but Brook deserves the most credit. In addition, Redfield, who has witnessed the strength of Whitebeard and Roger at their peak, has no ambition at the moment and also wants a peaceful life, which is why this choice was made in the end.
This is also one of the reasons why Brooke was offered such generous terms. World-class stars are rare, but if you're willing to spend money, you can still create one as long as their skill level isn't too bad.
Furthermore, the 50/50 split agreement with Brooke included more detailed terms, such as meaning that he would officially become a shareholder, and that future performance expenses would be drawn from the relevant profits, with Brooke, as a shareholder, also having to make investments.
But it's hard to replicate someone who can attract Redfield; such a strong person can't be won over with money alone.
Redfield is still a pure physical fighter without any Devil Fruits, and he is also a speed-oriented type. After saying this, he disappeared without a trace, obviously heading towards the lighthouse.
The place where Laboon lives is now called Whale Harbor. Perhaps due to the characteristics of island whales, Laboon is more sensitive to sound and is now Brooke's exclusive listener.
Fame brings its own set of troubles. As the title of Soul King gained renown, Brook also gained a considerable number of fans on Firefly Island.
Over the years, the island's rules have been established, and with the kingdom's laws in place, not many people bother him, but there are still occasional visitors.
When Redfield arrived, he happened to see Brooke practicing something.
"43 degrees, 44 degrees, 45 degrees tilt! Success!"
As a skeleton, Brook's light body allows him to perform many actions that are impossible for ordinary people, such as tilting at a 45-degree angle.
This move has now become his signature move, and has even inspired many fans to imitate it.
Redfield did not choose to hide, but came out directly.
"I heard you stepping on the grass! Even though I don't have ears, I could hear it clearly. Are you a fan of mine?"
"I suppose so, Mr. Brooke, it's been a long time."
"Who are you."
"Can't you remember? Well, that makes sense, after all these years."
"You must be Ryder! You were so young back then, I can't believe you're an old man now. Time really flies."
Redfield's previously troubled mood vanished instantly; he hadn't expected Brooke to still remember him.
This was a result of Brooke's experience. During the time he was trapped in the Devil's Triangle, Brooke spent most of his time reminiscing.
Recalling his experiences with his friends and everything from the past, it was these beautiful memories that allowed Brook to persevere through the lonely fog.
The previous hesitation was simply to compare Redfield's appearance in his childhood and middle and old age.
"You actually remember."
"Of course! You even wanted to join us back then. I'll never forget that noisy boy who brought laughter to the children. That was the goal of the Rumbar Pirates."
At this point, Brook looked at a plaque next to him, which depicted the bow of the Rumbar Pirates. Although the cenotaph wasn't here, this object held a different kind of longing in Brook's heart.
"It's a good thing I rejected you back then, otherwise..."
Redfield didn't say anything. He was still young at the time, and even if he were recruited by the Rumbar Pirates, he wouldn't be of much help.
"Hehehe, sorry, seeing old acquaintances inevitably brings back memories of the past. Now it's time to embrace a new life."
"Yes, Mr. Brooke, I've joined this country too."
"Really? That's a good choice. His Majesty Oran has helped me a lot. If it weren't for him, I might still be trapped in the mist."
Brooke hadn't been reading the newspaper lately and didn't know much about the major events happening outside, but looking at Redfield, he began to recall some things.
"Strange, I feel like I've seen you somewhere before."
"It's probably because of the bounty poster; I've become quite famous lately."
When Brooke reminisced about the past, he also shared his own experiences. Redfield knew that he had been trapped in one place for a long time. Even though Brooke had learned what had happened during that time after he came out, there were still some oversights.
"Oh right, the bounty post. Wait! You're that Ryder! The lone Ryder, you've become quite the formidable pirate!"
People used to discuss whether it was really you.
Realizing that the bounty on that kid's head had already exceeded 3.7 billion Berries, and that he himself couldn't even match a fraction of that, Brook couldn't help but marvel at what a monstrous rookie he was.
"It's all just empty fame, you aloof Ryder. I never wanted to be aloof, but we'll be neighbors from now on, Mr. Brooke."
"Neighbor?"
"I told His Majesty Oran that I would be living in this area from now on. I will still be very free after joining this place, except when I need to take action. His Majesty Oran only asked for one thing: he hopes that I can serve as his daughter's sparring partner."
"It must be Princess Lyliana. That makes sense; there aren't many people who can be Princess Lyliana's sparring partner."
Leliana's reputation in the outside world is not prominent these days. Piltover is still known for its giant mechs. Even when a reporter captured footage of Leliana taking action when she defeated San Juan Wolf, it was assumed to be an act of finishing off a weakened enemy.
Redfield thought so too; to him, San Juan Wolf was nothing more than a big guy.
Redfield originally thought that Oran simply felt he was strong enough and wanted him to better train his daughter's combat abilities, but now it seems that's not the case.
"That princess...is she very strong?"
"I don't know, that's a field I can't comment on. Would you like a cup of coffee? It was invented by Dr. Vegapunk, who was 500 years ahead of the world. It can make a whole cup of coffee with just a drop of water."
Vegapunk's coffee wasn't sold as a commodity, but given Oran's relationship with him, Piltover could easily get his hands on it.
The two had different research directions, and Vegapunk sometimes managed to create some strange and unusual civilian gadgets.
"This is troublesome."
Stirring his coffee, Redfield became curious about Leliana's true strength. He wasn't as competitive as others and was currently living a relatively laid-back life, but that didn't mean Redfield wasn't interested in strong individuals.
As one of the world's top fighters, Redfield also had his own fighting spirit, but Brook couldn't give him the answer. He only began to understand this when he truly faced Lyliana.
Piltover District 12 is a desert area on the island. Apart from the prison, the remaining wasteland has become a natural training ground.
"Senior Ryder, aren't you going to take off your helmet? How can you use Haki freely with that on?"
"Don't worry, it only suppresses the part of my instincts that I can't control. I've gotten used to it now, and I can still use Observation Haki as usual."
Having such a jammer does have some impact, but Redfield's Observation Haki is already world-class, and even after being suppressed, it is still among the top, so he doesn't care much.
His opponent was a fourteen-year-old, and no matter what, he was a senior player. Redfield was still a little overconfident.
"I promised your father I would be your sparring partner. Now it's your turn to attack first. Let me see your skills."
"Then I won't stand on ceremony."
Leliana casually kicked off her boots, and her feet transformed into a pair of dragon claws.
Leliana knew very well that this was a true monster at his peak. The opponent could be complacent, but she couldn't. She had to go all out from the start.
"A dragon of the Mythical Zoan type? That's quite an ability. It seems your father prepared a lot. He's decisive enough!"
Before Redfield could finish speaking, Leliana was already beside him, and swung her massive warhammer at him.
The massive hammerhead was almost the same size as Redfield's. Although Redfield dodged the blow in time, he realized what Brook meant when he saw his tie being torn apart by the hammer's force.
If you approach being a sparring partner for Lyriana with a playful attitude, you might really mess it up.
"To achieve this level at this age, even Roger and Whitebeard back then probably couldn't match you."
Redfield drew his umbrella, his weapon, which, nurtured by his domineering aura, possessed extraordinary hardness.
Then Redfield suddenly opened his umbrella and spun the handle to block Leliana's dragon breath, but this was only a feint.
When the heatwave ended, Lyliana had already tossed aside her warhammer and picked up the greatsword from her back.
"Gods, beware!"
Unlike the inferior version that Golden Lion had seen before, which only captured the form but not the essence, with the guidance of Golden Lion's master, he has gradually mastered this move.
A piece of land vanished from the desert, and Redfield landed far away after a series of flashes. Looking at the braid that had disappeared on his left side, Redfield even had a sense of unreality.
"That's Roger's divine evasion, and you actually learned it!"
If Redfield felt he needed to get serious just now, he now needs to consider Leriana a true rival.
This wasn't some child who needed to learn, but a powerful figure just like himself. If Redfield wasn't mistaken, the way he used that domineering aura even felt somewhat similar to Whitebeard's.
In the end, Redfield won. After realizing her shortcomings, Leliana chose to concede defeat, but this victory did not bring Redfield any joy.
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