The Great Voyage: I Became Nami's Brother at the Start

Raul shook his head sheepishly: "Actually, it's still the same thing, we don't know the specifics either, you'll have to investigate it yourself."

“Okay!” Taking a deep breath, Norton asked one last question: “Do you have a map?”

The two looked at each other and then simultaneously shrugged.

Snapped--

Norton slapped his forehead speechlessly.

As expected... you still need to do the actual work yourself.

They're not reliable.

Without lingering, Norton bid them farewell and flew away using Moonwalk.

Watching the departing figure, Dusen and Raul raised their hands and pinched each other, then simultaneously lowered their arms.

"Ouch...it hurts, it hurts..."

"So he really is...we're saved!"

The next second, the two of them covered their faces and started laughing and crying.

Norton's arrival was like a ray of light shining before the eyes of these people living in darkness.

Even in Dusen's mind, another crazy idea began to emerge.

Because he knew that the previous king of the Kingdom of Oycot was named Ranchi Kohler.

He had a younger brother who, disliking the infighting within the royal family, voluntarily went to live among the common people.

The younger brother was named Ranchi Doyle, who was Ranchi Norton's father.

In other words, with the entire royal family of the Kingdom of Oycot now slaughtered, Norton naturally becomes the only candidate for king and the rightful prince of the Kingdom of Oycot!

And he, Midi Dusen, was no ordinary man; he was Doyle's butler!

"Once His Highness has dealt with that bastard, I will immediately announce His Highness's identity and allow him to rightfully reclaim the throne!"

Thinking of this, Dusen's body began to tremble with excitement.

My little master can fly!

In his opinion, the matter is settled!

Even tears welled up in his eyes...

……

Norton didn't intend to just charge straight into the heart of the enemy's territory and foolishly crash into it.

He needed to confirm whether there were any innocent people left in the King's army.

So after infiltrating the inner city, he first knocked out a soldier of similar size, then put on his armor and swaggered out of the shadows.

The situation in the inner city was much better than in the outer city, with soldiers strolling lazily along the streets.

A nobleman's child was running and chasing a stray cat down the street, trying to kill it.

The adults, meanwhile, sat arrogantly on roadside benches, admiring their children's bravery.

It was as if the children were chasing not a pitiful wild cat, but a ferocious tiger.

Norton felt a pang of reluctance, but for the sake of his primary objective, he chose to ignore it.

Because he knew very well that if the current state of the Kingdom of Oicot was not broken and changed, he would not be able to save it at all!

Only by solving the problem at its root can these issues be eradicated on a large scale.

Taking a deep breath, Norton began searching for the King's Army camp.

He encountered several soldiers on the way, followed them aimlessly for a while, and finally three drunk men led Norton back to the military camp.

As the saying goes, people speak the truth when they're drunk.

As Norton pretended to help the three drunkards back, he kept asking himself the questions he wanted to answer.

It's good that he asked!

The King's Army currently has about two thousand men, but only less than three hundred are truly loyal.

Moreover, the leader of these three hundred people was also a member of the Black Hand Pirates.

The other thousand-plus people were very unwilling, but had no choice.

First, they couldn't beat those cadres.

Second, the king has hostages in his hands!

Third, if they dare to act recklessly, those people outside the city will face annihilation.

Of these three points, they wouldn't dare to resist if there was even one.

After figuring this out, Norton managed to get the names of those people out of them before leaving.

He carelessly left the three drunkards in the military camp, where they lay sprawled on the ground, fast asleep.

Using the intelligence he had obtained, Norton planned to first try to contact the King's Army, which was not affiliated with any pirate faction, to see if they would be willing to help him.

……

In the King's Army officers' conference room.

As always, smoke filled the entire conference room.

A dozen or so officers sat there in a gloomy daze, some smoking, others inhaling secondhand smoke.

"When will this end?!"

"Those bastards! Just this morning, I saw them kidnap another little girl! She's only fourteen!"

"Sigh... The shop owner in the east of the city was beaten to death."

"I really don't know how much longer we can hold on..."

Low murmurs occasionally escaped their lips.

Norton, who was frowning and covering his nose while peering through the skylight on the roof, heard everything.

"What's the use of just complaining..." Norton scoffed, thinking that these people were still somewhat useful.

First, I memorized the appearances of these people, especially the most prestigious middle-aged man with a big beard, Colt, the deputy commander of the King's Army.

After these people dispersed, Norton planned to start with him.

He strongly suspected that there were pirate spies among the other junior officers.

But Colt was different. While the others were talking amongst themselves, he remained silent, his face grim, observing them discreetly.

What does this mean?

Or perhaps he shares Norton's suspicion that there's a mole among them.

Either he's the mastermind behind it all!

Regardless of the final outcome, Norton intends to make contact with him first, regardless of the outcome.

These people are like white-collar workers who are just slacking off at the company and waiting for their turn to leave.

After chatting for a while, we dispersed when it was time to go.

Everyone else had left, but Colt remained.

He got up and opened all the windows to let the smoke in the room dissipate.

Then he looked out the window at the sky, sighed, and prepared to leave.

Chapter 29 The First Heir?

Just then, a figure silently appeared behind him.

"Don't move! If you dare to shout, you'll die immediately!" Norton raised his hand and pressed a finger against the back of his head.

Colt shuddered and quickly raised his hand.

Amazing! This person managed to approach me silently; only a fool would make a move!

"Answer me a few questions." Seeing that he was so sensible, Norton smiled with satisfaction and asked, "First, are you a member of Stanks, or a member of the Kingdom?"

Why ask this question?

Could it be someone that bastard sent to test me?

Or perhaps... he is a former member of the kingdom, seeking an opportunity to restore it?

Colt gritted his teeth in frustration, momentarily at a loss for how to answer the question.

Finger gun!

puff--

Norton frowned, then flicked his finger, piercing right through Colt's shoulder.

"Uh……"

Colt broke out in a cold sweat from the pain.

Norton snapped, "Stop with the nonsense! I want your honest thoughts! Speak now!"

Colt nodded hastily, his eyes burning with hatred, and said, "Yes...yes...I...my heart is with the kingdom, and I wish I could kill that bastard Stanks! But...my strength is limited..."

"If you had said so earlier, we could have saved ourselves this trouble." Norton's brow relaxed, and he lowered his hand, saying, "Since we're on the same side, let's sit down and talk."

own people?

Is this how you treat your own people?

Clutching his wound, Colt slowly turned around and saw the young man standing behind him.

He has short, dark purple hair, a handsome face, and is 1.9 meters tall.

He still looks young and inexperienced, and is not very old.

But judging from his actions just now and the determination in his eyes, it's clear that his mentality is far beyond his current age and is quite strong.

What shocked Colt the most was Norton's appearance, which bore a striking resemblance to the former king in his youth.