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

Eileen, who was looking very nervous, answered the Den Den Mushi as soon as it rang once.

"Brother... I was just thinking about the A-grade water..."

“Sister, I have already discussed it with Colt and moved the faucet to a secret room in the basement of the palace. It will be easier to manage this way.”

"That puts my mind at ease..."

Eileen breathed a sigh of relief, and her smile returned.

Norton said apologetically, "I'm sorry to have worried you. It's my fault! As a king, I still lack experience. By the way, you should go and drink two glasses of Grade A water; it's good for your health!"

"Okay! Be careful, brother! If you have time, could you send your sisters over to keep me company? I'll be all alone after you leave."

"Of course you can! Just call them!"

"Great, goodbye brother!"

Eileen finished speaking happily, hung up the phone, got up, and ran out.

At the same time, Norton called Colt to inform him of the matter.

"Therefore, you can select a group of absolutely loyal elite soldiers to drink this water with you and train twice as hard."

"Yes! Your Majesty, how did you do that? I was wondering why the faucet suddenly disappeared; it turns out it was moved to the palace." Colt asked, puzzled.

"Just think of it as my Devil Fruit ability! Hahaha..." Norton chuckled and hung up the phone immediately after saying that.

There's no way to explain this to him. It seems I'll have to do it discreetly in the future if similar incidents occur.

Otherwise, simply explaining it won't make it clear...

Norton then opened the options for appointing and dismissing officials, where he could view the current subjects of the Kingdom of Oicot and their loyalty to the country.

Upon opening it, Norton nodded in satisfaction.

Because the loyalty of the first few key ministers, whether to him or to the country, averaged over 90%.

Among them, Colt, Tommy, and Dusen have their loyalty at maximum!

Norton knew very well why Colt was at its maximum value.

He was the first person to witness Norton's restoration, and he felt not only admiration but also respect for him.

"If we can get another fruit, we can research and get one for Colt! He'll be a valuable asset to us in the future! He's only thirty-one this year, right in his prime! Excellent!"

After reviewing Colt's detailed information, Norton made up his mind.

Colt's current physique is +, which means that he has made great progress in the past few months by training with Norton and will soon reach B level.

If you combine exercise with drinking water, it will be much easier to break through.

Boom... Boom boom...

While he was lost in thought, Norton heard the sound of cannon fire coming from afar.

"Hehe... I was just worried about not being able to find anyone to ask for directions, and here I am!"

Norton closed the management interface and flew over to the sound.

"Counterattack! Counterattack! Let these damned pirates taste our power!"

"Good boss!"

On a merchant ship, they were putting up a desperate fight against the pirates who were chasing them.

Chapter 39 Mignon Island

The pirates who caught up were shouting and yelling as they quickly closed in.

"Still trying to resist? I'll show you the power of an amputee!"

On the pirate ship, a gaunt pirate holding a bloodstained butcher's knife in each hand was staring fanatically at the people on the merchant ship.

"Oh my God, it's...it's Randall the amputee!" someone on the merchant ship exclaimed.

"Don't be afraid, pick up your weapons! We outnumber them!" The boss was a little nervous when he heard this, but he still kept his composure.

Seeing that their boss wasn't intimidated, the crew members became a little bolder.

By this time, Norton had arrived above both of them and heard their shouts.

"We were just torn about which side to help, but now it's all settled! This amputee guy is clearly no good! Such a ruthless pirate must die!"

As he muttered to himself, Norton had already landed on the merchant ship.

"Hey boss, is this amputee Randall really that good?"

The Mediterranean shopkeeper, his palms sweating with nervousness, assumed it was one of his clueless crew members asking the question and replied without turning his head, "This amputee, Randall, is a notorious pirate in the North Sea with a bounty of thirteen million! Anyone he captures has all their limbs severed, bleeding to death or dying in excruciating pain. His methods are extremely cruel! So, you must defeat them, or we'll be in danger!"

"Oh! How ruthless! Then let them die!"

The voice rang out again, but this time it came from behind the boss.

"Who...who are you?" A crew member saw him and took a step back in surprise.

"A passing traveler wants to ask you for directions."

Norton patted his boss on the shoulder and said, "Do you need me to help? To me, they're just a bunch of trash!"

The boss turned around in surprise and saw Norton, a tall and strong young man, and was overjoyed.

"If you can defeat them, I'll give you one million Berries!"

"make a deal!"

What the heck... why wasn't there any bargaining?

She agreed so readily, did I give her too much...?

The Mediterranean owner was somewhat bewildered, but Norton had already made its move.

He took a step forward in front of everyone's eyes, and disappeared from the spot the next second.

"Where is he? How did he disappear?"

"Over there! Look over there!"

"My God! He really is a formidable character!"

"Boss, I think that one million Berries was well spent!"

The crew members exclaimed in surprise and admiration.

The boss's heart was bleeding.

because……

If Norton weren't so capable, I could have used some tricks to lower the price when he came back.

It seems that... if I dare to lower the price, this person might dare to humiliate me...

"Kid! You've got some nerve! Daring to come all alone!" When Randall saw Norton coming over, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but he had to pretend to be calm.

Wow, that's impressive! This person is dangerous!

Swallowing hard, Rendel tightened his grip on his twin swords.

Norton glanced at him indifferently, and then moved the next second.

"Blade Storm!"

With a cold shout, countless half-meter-long white paper swords appeared around Norton, swirling around him like a storm.

"Yes...they are ability users!"

"what……"

"Puff puff puff puff..."

Amidst screams, all the pirates caught in the storm were instantly killed.

"Damn... This is ridiculously strong... I should have had my fortune told before I left the house today..."

dang dang...

Puff puff……

Rendall was indeed skilled, managing to hold off Norton's attack for three seconds.

Three seconds later, he too became a corpse.

vomit……

On the merchant ship opposite, those who witnessed this scene all ran to the side of the ship to vomit.

There was nothing they could do; Norton had practically chopped up all the pirates here.

He acted with hatred in his heart. Whether it was the original owner of this body or as a transmigrator, he deeply hated these ruthless pirates.

No! It should be "hate to the bone"!

With an indifferent expression, Norton walked over and picked up Render's head. He then searched the pirate ship for a while and confiscated the treasure on board.

Then, covered in bloodstains, he calmly returned to the merchant ship.

"Go over there, take their boat, and sell it somewhere later. Also, find a box to put this dead man's head in; I need it to collect the bounty."

"Okay...okay...you guys go quickly..."

Faced with such a killing machine, the boss was already terrified and made arrangements without hesitation.

"Do you have a chart of the North Sea?" Norton handed the head to a timid crew member and looked toward the Mediterranean Sea.

"Yes! Yes! We absolutely need this! We are merchant ships trading in the North Sea, and nautical charts are essential!"

Mediterranean nodded quickly and gestured for them to come this way: "This way, please. The nautical chart is in my room."

Norton nodded, wiped his face, and followed him over.

……

Where are you going next?

In the cabin of the Mediterranean ship owner, Norton sat on a box, looking at the nautical chart in front of him and asking questions.

“I…we’re going to Mignon Island…” Mediterranean stepped forward and pointed to an island on the nautical chart: “This is it, it’s not far.”