I collect everything in the One Piece world.

Without wasting any words, Mosen took out the bounty briefcase he had just exchanged from the Navy branch, opened it with a "snap," revealing neatly stacked Beli inside, gleaming with an alluring luster.

He didn't mean to flaunt his wealth; he was simply expressing his attitude in the most direct way.

“The requirements are simple,” Mosen said, looking at Ippon Matsu’s eyes widening in surprise. “The best knife you can get your hands on. Price is not an issue.”

Looking at the full box, which contained at least several million peles, Ippon Matsu unconsciously swallowed, his eyes widened, and his breathing became rapid.

If this deal goes through, he can keep his wife quiet for a while. But...

He glanced at Mosen, then at the box of money, his mind in turmoil.

As per Mosen's request, very few of the knives in his shop could truly be considered good.

Aside from his prized possession, the "Snow Walk," one of the fifty finest swords in his shop, all that remained was the demon sword he hid in a corner.

"Snow Walk" is his family heirloom and his most cherished possession; he really wouldn't want to sell it unless absolutely necessary.

As for that demon sword... it's just too evil. Selling it would be harming people.

While Ippon Matsu was torn between his inner thoughts and his indecisiveness, Mosen and Tashigi had already started browsing the not-so-large shop on their own and found the demon sword Sandai Kitetsu in a corner.

The moment Mosen's hand gripped the hilt of the knife, he clearly felt a faint, cold, and ominous tremor emanating from inside the blade.

"This, this is..." Tashigi, who was standing next to her, also came over and carefully examined the patterns on the tsuba and scabbard. Then she quickly took out her small notebook, which contained information on various famous swords, from her bosom and began to flip through and compare them.

"This pattern...this style...could it be...the 'Oni-Tetsu' series from the records?! Could this be..."

"Stupid woman! Don't touch it!" Ipponmatsu's exclamation interrupted Tashigi. He rushed out from behind the counter, his face pale, and tried to snatch the knife from Morsen's hand, but Morsen easily dodged him.

“That’s the ‘Sandai Kitetsu’! A true demonic sword! An ominous blade!” Ipponmatsu stared at the sword in Mosen’s hand, his voice tinged with urgency.

"I acquired this when I was young and naive, and only later did I realize how terrible it was! It has already changed hands three times since I got it. Every person who possessed it ended up dying a terrible death!"

"Young man, take my advice and put it down! I have a truly fine sword, the Snow Walker, one of the fifty finest swords! It's incredibly sharp, capable of cutting a hair in two! I'll sell it to you! The price is negotiable! This demonic sword is not to be touched!"

He was so anxious that sweat beaded on his forehead, fearing that Mo Sen would die a violent death after buying the demon sword, and that his conscience would be tormented once again.

Ignoring Ippon's warning, Mosen pressed his thumb against the tsuba (handguard) and with a "clang," the blade sprang out a section.

The drawn blade gleamed, and the blue-purple flame patterns looked quite eerie.

Mo Sen narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully sensing the "will" emanating from the blade that yearned for blood and destruction. He gently flicked the exposed blade with his hand, producing a clear yet eerie tremor.

"Indeed, this is an interesting knife." Mo Sen muttered to himself, a hint of interest curving his lips. "I can feel it stirring."

"That's not restlessness! That's a curse! A deadly curse!" Ippon-song exclaimed anxiously.

"It's alright, I've always been lucky. Besides..."

With a flick of his wrist, Mo Sen completely sheathed the knife, and the eerie aura around it subsided considerably.

He weighed the Sandai Kitetsu in his hand, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable resolve: "A sword is a sword. No matter how evil a sword is, it's still a tool used by people."

"If it really doesn't know what's good for it, I wouldn't mind retiring it early, or just keeping it as a collectible."

As he spoke, the Sandai Kitetsu in Mosen's hand suddenly disappeared, turning into a small sticker, which then flickered and returned to its original state.

Upon hearing Mosen's words and seeing his special abilities, both Ipponmatsu and Tashigi were stunned.

Mosen's attitude toward swords is completely different from that of most swordsmen who regard swords as their life and even pursue "oneness between man and sword".

To him, the knife was merely a tool; he appreciated its qualities but would never be controlled by its "will."

After Mosen's actions and threats, the faint evil aura of the Third Generation Kitetsu seemed to pause slightly, as if it had a spirit and restrained itself considerably.

Mosen nodded in satisfaction, took the Sandai Kitetsu in his hand, then looked at the dumbfounded Ipponmatsu and said in an unquestionable tone:

"It's decided then. I'll take Yuki, and I'll take this Sandai Kitetsu."

"Now take your money and give me my knife."

Yiben Song opened his mouth, looked at Mosen's calm but unyielding eyes, then at the tempting box of baileys, and then thought of his fierce wife and empty rice jar at home. Finally, he sighed in despair.

Chapter 63, Mo Sen's Crouching Dragon and Phoenix Chicks (Come and read on!)

A moment later, the two walked out of the shop.

Tashigi glanced at the two new swords at Morsen's waist from time to time, especially the Sandai Kitetsu that was slanted behind his waist, her face showing undisguised worry.

“Mr. Mosen… is that knife really alright? I shouldn’t have told you so much about the knife, and I shouldn’t have brought you here…”

Mo Sen was trying to put the Snow Walker in a more comfortable position when he heard this. He smiled and patted the Sandai Kitetsu, saying, "Don't worry, it's very 'sensible'."

"And speaking of which, it seems that my current 'collection of famous swords' has surpassed yours in terms of quantity, Miss Tashigi."

Tashigi was taken aback, then remembered what Mosen had said before that he "also had the idea of ​​collecting famous swords". Looking at the "Yubashiri" and "Oni-tetsu" on his left and right sides of his waist, he realized that he only had one "Shigure".

"I will work hard! I will definitely find more and better famous swords in the future!" Tashigi clenched her fist and encouraged herself.

"I look forward to your collection room being filled soon," Mo Sen said with a smile. Then, a faint light flashed in his hand, and a small, exquisite sword tassel appeared in his hand.

"Here, this is for you. Thank you for helping me find two good knives. Consider it a small memento."

"How beautiful!" Tashigi looked at the sword tassel that had suddenly appeared in surprise.

She didn't refuse anymore, because this was different from simple compensation; it was proof of their friendship.

Thinking of this, Tashigi looked at Morsen's sincere smile and felt a warmth in her heart.

"Thank you, Mr. Morsen! I love it!" Tashigi stroked the sword tassel with obvious delight.

The two had reached the fork in the road leading to the central square. Morsen stopped and said to Tashigi, "Let's stop here. I need to find my companions. Thank you for your help today, Miss Tashigi."

"I'm heading back to base now. Thank you for your guidance and the gift today." Tashigi bowed deeply to Morsen.

"I hope that every time we meet again in the future, we will have taken a big step towards our dreams," Mosen said with a soft smile.

“You too, Mr. Morsen! Have a safe journey!” Tashigi nodded vigorously.

The two waved goodbye in the afterglow of the setting sun over Loguetown.

Tashigi turned around and walked briskly toward the naval base, the "Shigure" sword and the new tassel at her waist swaying gently with her movements.

Mosen also walked towards the square and saw two women standing at the edge of the square, looking out of place among the surrounding tourists.

Robin maintained his elegant composure, only now he carried several paper bags filled with books and quaint trinkets.

Bakara, on the other hand, looked every bit the "triumphant shopping queen," with all sorts of colorful shopping bags and gift boxes piled up at her feet and in her hands, almost overwhelming her.

Although she was exhausted and sweating profusely, her face was flushed with satisfaction and excitement.

As soon as she saw Morsen approach, Bakala's eyes lit up instantly, as if she had seen a savior. With a "whoosh," she used the last of her strength to hand over all the shopping bags she was holding and hanging from her hands to Morsen.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! I'm exhausted!" Bakala said while "unloading," dramatically swinging her arms and rubbing her shoulders, creating a surging wave of energy.

"It's been so long since I've carried this much stuff, my arms are about to break! Next time we go shopping, you have to come along! You're responsible for carrying the bags! It's the captain's duty!"

"Yes, yes, I'll definitely do it next time," Mo Sen replied readily as he collected the item.

Robin handed over the paper bags he was carrying, his gaze immediately falling on Morsen's waist. There, in addition to the original sword that had disappeared, there was a new sword with a dark red scabbard and a light blue scabbard.

"Looks like you've had quite a haul?" Robin asked with interest.

Mosen nodded: "Not bad, I got two interesting knives. One is the swift and powerful Snow Walker, and the other is a 'demon knife' with a bit of personality."

"And you? Have you found any interesting artifacts or information?"

Robin shook his head slightly: "Most of them are imitations or compilations of general legends that cater to tourists."

As she spoke, she also looked at the execution platform in the distance: "If we're talking about the most historically significant 'artifact' in Rogge Town, this is probably it."

"Gol D. Roger met his end here, and the Great Pirate Era began here. Its significance far surpasses that of any antique."

Unfortunately, I didn't get to see the historical inscriptions of Alabasta in person.

According to Mosen, there are two stone tablets in Alabasta. One is guarded by the royal family and is located deep within the royal tomb, containing information about Hades. The other is in an unnamed underground cave somewhere in the desert, and its contents are unknown.

They were in a hurry when they left this time, and the entrance to the stone tablet guarded by the royal family could not be opened without the king's cooperation, so they were unable to see it.

However, I can look for the other one next time I go to Alabasta. After all, with Bakala as the "mascot," it shouldn't be a problem to find it if I really want to.

Bakara followed Robin's gaze and pursed her lips: "It's just an old wooden table, what's so interesting about it? But..."

Her eyes darted around, and she pointed to the execution platform, saying to Morsen, "Since Robin says it's the most historically significant, why don't you just 'collect' it? You love doing this kind of thing anyway. Take it back and study it slowly, wouldn't that be great!"

She said it casually, as if she were saying, "Pick up that stone."

Robin couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head, thinking that Bakara's idea was too far-fetched.

However, when she looked at Mosen with a smile, ready to say "Don't joke around," she saw Mosen looking at Bacara with a look of surprise mixed with approval, as if he had found a kindred spirit.

"Huh?" Mosen raised an eyebrow, a surprised smile on his face. "Bakala, you're something else! You actually thought the same thing as me! How did you know I liked this table?"

Bakara raised her chin smugly upon hearing this, her fiery red hair blazing like flames in the sunset: "Of course! Don't I know you well enough?"

"You're the kind of guy who wants to collect anything that's strange, old, or has a story! This old table has been here for so many years, it must have plenty of stories to tell, right? To you, isn't it just a super-sized 'collectible'?"

Robin: "..."

Looking at Mosen's "you hit the nail on the head" expression, and then at Bakala's smug "I understand you" look, she was momentarily speechless.

Well, she almost forgot that her captain's "collections" were beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

Baccarat also seems to have an amazing intuition when it comes to "stirring things up" and "understanding Mosen".

Mosen chuckled and turned to Robin, asking, "So, Robin? Don't you think this idea is brilliant!"

Robin took a deep breath, glanced at the execution platform, then at the plaza around her, where patrolling Marines still passed by, though there weren't many around, and began to think in a low voice.

A moment later, she pushed up glasses that weren't actually there, her gaze becoming calm and sharp, as if she were analyzing a tactical operation.

“From the perspective of pure ‘collectible’ value and historical significance, it is undoubtedly priceless.” Robin spoke slowly, his voice low, so that only the three of them could hear him.

"But precisely because of this, its symbolic significance and level of attention are extremely high. During the day, the square is teeming with people, the navy patrols frequently, and Captain Smoker is stationed in Loguetown..."

"So my suggestion is... it's best to make your move when it's late at night and everyone is quiet, when the guards are relatively lax and it's easier to move around covertly."

Robin looked at Morsen as she spoke, a sly smile playing on her lips that was unusual for her usual intellectual demeanor: "What do you think, Captain?"

"Clap clap clap! How lucky I am to have gained both the Crouching Dragon and the Young Phoenix at the same time!" Mo Sen clapped his hands, feeling that he was extremely fortunate to have found two crew members who understood him.

"Let's do it your way!"

Bakara clapped her hands excitedly, "That's right! Nighttime is perfect! It's dark and windy, the perfect time to do something big! Robin, you're so thoughtful!"

The three people's eyes met in the air, and they saw in each other's eyes an unspoken smile, an eager excitement, and a tacit understanding that belonged to "accomplices".