I collect everything in the One Piece world.

Do you want to know where Brooke is now?

"hold head high!!!!"

Raab's response was even more excited and agitated, his massive body trembling with elation.

"He should be in the Devil's Triangle area right now..."

Mosen told Laboon about Brook's whereabouts, but also said that the Rumbar Pirates now only have Brook left, and the area is shrouded in mist, so finding him will not be an easy task.

Rab understood. Although the news of "only one person left" was sad, for Rab, who had waited in despair for decades, any related news was valuable.

"hold head high!!!"

Labu let out another long cry, this time filled with not only excitement but also a desperate and hopeful determination.

The enormous eyes stared intently at Morsen, as if trying to remember this human who brought the message.

Then, without further hesitation, its massive body suddenly swung, plunging into the sea and swimming in a certain direction at an astonishing speed, leaving only a rapidly spreading white trail on the surface of the water.

Bakara gazed in the direction where Rab had disappeared, a hint of emotion in her eyes, and said in a deep voice.

"Sigh... I hope it can successfully find that musician named Brook."

"We might meet them again on the Grand Line in the future."

"Even Lady Luck herself has blessed it; it's sure to have a smooth journey," Mosen affirmed with a smile.

……

Meanwhile, inside Rab's body.

After a flurry of activity, Crocus, who had just finished examining Lab's condition, wiped the sweat from his brow, breathed a sigh of relief, and sat back down in the old recliner that had been with him for many years.

"Strange, why did Labs quiet down so quickly today..." Crocus touched his bald head, a hint of doubt on his face.

"Is it my newly concocted 'tranquilizer' that's working? Is it that effective?" Crocus picked up the small medicine bottle next to him with some uncertainty, looked at it, and then shook his head after a moment.

"No, this medicine is mainly for pain relief and calming the nerves, but Labu actually became agitated afterwards..."

As a longtime friend who had taken care of Rab for decades, Kurokas was extremely sensitive to Rab's emotional changes.

"I need to go out and check things out, and talk to Lab." After a moment's thought, Crocus also stood up and decided to go out and see what was going on.

He walked out along the passage inside Rab's body, familiar with the way, and pushed open the special hatch located above Rab's head.

He habitually took a deep breath of the salty, fresh air outside, then straightened up and looked around...

"This...this..." Crocus opened his mouth wide, unable to utter a complete syllable for a long time.

He rubbed his eyes hard, blinked vigorously, and shook his head violently.

"Am I...am I dreaming...?"

There is no towering red earth continent that separates the world from the clouds.

There was no lighthouse there either, the one he had watched over for decades.

Before my eyes, there was only the vast ocean stretching to the horizon!

The sun shone brightly on the sea, making it sparkle, and seagulls soared freely in the distance.

All of this looked beautiful and peaceful, but it was terrifyingly unfamiliar to Kurokas and so absurd that it made his scalp tingle!

"Where...where is my lighthouse?!"

"What about my huge Twin Capes?!"

"Where is the Red Line?!"

"Where am I?!"

Kurokas scrambled out of the exit and stood atop Laboon's smooth head, circling around like a lost child, gazing into the distance in all directions.

Unfortunately, all that could be seen was the sea; not a single island could be spotted.

Crocus suddenly recalled the intense emotional fluctuations he had felt inside Laboon, and looked down at the island whale that was tirelessly cutting through the waves at an astonishing speed.

A thought, utterly absurd yet seemingly the only plausible explanation, struck his mind like lightning:

Has Raab heard some new information?

That's why it got so agitated and ran away from home with me and my house without even saying goodbye!

And judging from the looks of it, they've already run quite a distance!

"Labu!!! Who told you what?!"

Crocus let out a roar of despair and rage, the sound carrying far across the sea.

"Where are you going?! Go back right now!"

"Let me ask that guy who's talking nonsense for the specifics!"

"Turn around now! Did you hear me?! Turn around!!!"

Unfortunately, Laboon was preoccupied with the "Devil's Triangle" and "Brook," ignoring the commands from Crocus, who was furiously jumping up and down and shouting madly above him.

Please submit the leave slip in a few days.

I've been so busy these past few days, I missed today's update, I'll catch up in a couple of days.

Chapter 100, Back to Alabasta

[East Sea, Rogge Town]

Smoker lay on a hospital bed in the naval hospital, his body wrapped in bandages.

He was receiving an IV drip while continuously lifting dumbbells, a cigar dangling from his mouth as he exhaled smoke.

At the port, Tashigi, now dressed in casual clothes, stood on the deck of a passenger ship, quietly looking at the nautical chart in her hand, which bore the name Shimotsuki Village.

After several days of sailing, Mosen's ship once again docked at Rape Flower Port in Alabasta.

As the boat came to a stop, the group stepped off the gangplank and experienced the dry, hot winds and bustling energy unique to desert ports.

Merchants and tourists dressed in distinctive costumes came and went, and the air was filled with a unique aroma of spices.

The aroma of spices in the air and the occasional sound of camel bells create a unique atmosphere that belongs to the Alabasta desert kingdom.

"Wow! This is Alabasta! It's completely different from the East Blue!" Nami's big orange eyes were filled with wonder as she set foot on this land for the first time.

She was quickly drawn to the brightly colored, exotic fabrics and accessories at the dockside market, and excitedly dragged Bakala along as they strolled around: "Look at those! They're so beautiful! We definitely have to go and explore them properly later!"

Bakara had spent a considerable amount of time in Alabasta before, so she was quite familiar with the area.

At this moment, she crossed her arms, looking like a "local expert," and raised her chin: "The things at the port market are just so-so. For the really good stuff, you have to go to the royal capital's commercial district in Albana. There are a few old shops there whose craftsmanship is absolutely superb."

At this point, she seemed to remember something, blinked, and lowered her voice, saying, "Let me tell you, where else can you find royal tailors secretly taking on private jobs? The fabrics and workmanship..."

Upon hearing this, Nami's eyes lit up even more; it sounded really impressive.

Robin and Mosen followed at a leisurely pace, observing the street scene and conversing in hushed tones.

"The previous events don't seem to have had much of an impact." Robin's gaze swept across the street; the ripples caused by the Crocodile incident seemed to have had little effect.

“After all, it was mainly in the rain, and the time wasn’t very long,” Mosen nodded and said.

"Let's rest for two days and replenish our supplies. Then we'll go explore the desert and see if Bakala's luck allows us to find that historical text there."

Upon hearing this, Robin's eyes flashed with an undisguised eagerness and anticipation. He nodded slightly and said, "The desert is too vast; luck is indeed very important."

"As for that piece in the royal tombs..."

“Hmm…” Mosen continued, lowering his voice slightly, “The guards there must be very tight, and since it involves the royal family, we definitely can’t just force our way in. We need to plan carefully.”

"Let's see if it's possible to 'borrow' a peek without alerting King Cobra and the royal guards."

Although Mo Sen really wanted to collect it directly, it was something left by their ancestors, and it would be too impolite to just snatch it. He would at most make a rubbing.

However, if we find that piece in the desert, Mosen will definitely not hesitate to buy it; it would be an excellent collectible.

Robin nodded and said, "Indeed, detailed intelligence and meticulous planning are needed."

While Mosen and his group were leisurely strolling and shopping at the port, their presence inevitably caught the attention of some people with ulterior motives.

Their group has been in the spotlight quite a bit lately, attracting considerable attention even in the Grand Line, let alone in Alabasta, where they were once "active".

However, to most ordinary merchants and residents of the port, they were at most just a group of travelers with exceptionally outstanding appearances and unique temperaments.

……

In the royal palace of Albana, the capital of Alabasta.

A middle-aged man with a resolute face and wise eyes tinged with a hint of vicissitude sat on the throne, listening to reports from his ministers. This was King Cobra.

"...In conclusion, Your Majesty, the collector Blackmores and his companions arrived at Rapeseed Flower Port by ship this afternoon."

"They are currently active in the port and nearby business district, behaving like ordinary tourists, and no abnormal or hostile behavior has been found so far."

Cobra tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest of the throne, and after a moment of silence, he slowly said, "Yes, I understand. Continue to monitor their movements, but remember, only monitor."

"As long as they don't engage in any illegal activities, or provoke or threaten the safety of the royal family and the people..." He paused, his gaze sweeping over the ministers below: "Then don't disturb them, and don't have any conflict with them. Understand?"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" the official and several other relevant ministers replied in unison.

They understood the king's meaning: although Morsen and his gang were currently wanted, they had objectively played a role in preventing Crocodile's plot in the Alabasta incident.

Moreover, their strength is indeed formidable. If the other party has no obvious malicious intent, maintaining distance and observing cautiously is undoubtedly the safest option.

The meeting continued, and Cobra began discussing other state affairs with the ministers.

No one noticed that behind a huge stone pillar on one side of the council hall, a petite figure was quietly hiding there, having listened to every word of the report about Morsen. It was none other than Vivi, the princess of Alabasta.

She had beautiful long, light blue hair, and her face still had a touch of childishness, but her big blue eyes were full of curiosity.

Since the Crocodile incident, she has taken notice of the collector, who has a mysterious and assertive style.

Later, she pestered the palace guards and Captain Icarum to hear every piece of information she could find about Morsen.

In the story Vivi heard, although Mosen acted domineeringly, he only cracked down on real villains, such as corrupt navy personnel and pirates who oppressed the people.

Listening to these stories, she felt that they were exactly the same as the chivalrous spirit and adventurous life she longed for.

She even secretly fantasized about going on an adventure at sea like Morsen, and she thought that if Morsen could return to Alabasta, she would definitely have a good talk with him.