I collect everything in the One Piece world.

She held her teacup, intending to continue enjoying her hot pot, a calm smile on her face.

"Robin! You're not getting away either!" Just then, Nami, who had just climbed out of the snowdrift, shouted loudly.

"Captain! Robin saw it too! She didn't warn you! She's an accomplice!"

Robin: "!!!"

Mosen's gaze instantly locked onto Robin, and his smile became even more "friendly."

"Is that so? It seems you need to stretch your legs too." Morsen walked step by step toward Robin.

"Wait, wait, Captain, I can explain..." Robin's calm expression finally crumbled: "Nami! You traitor!"

Her protests were equally futile in front of Morsen. Under the gloating gazes of Bakala and Nami, the usually elegant archaeologist was easily lifted up by Morsen and fell into the snowdrift on the deck with a short cry of surprise.

"Hahaha! Sister Robin is down too!"

"Nami, you bad guy!"

"Captain, that's unfair! Why did you only throw us off!"

"Don't run! Take this!"

In an instant, the deck turned into a joyful snowball fight scene, and the three girls quickly went from being "victims" thrown into the snowdrifts to "comrades-in-arms" working together to fight against the "tyrant" captain.

They grabbed snowflakes from the ground, rolled them into snowballs, and kept attacking Mosen.

Robin even used her Devil Fruit powers to successfully pull Morsen into a snowdrift while he was dodging, making him the fourth snowman.

Mosen, of course, was not to be outdone and began to fight back, even taking on three opponents at once. Soon, all four of them were covered in snowballs, chasing and playing around on the deck.

Laughter and screams filled the air, dispelling the chill brought by the falling snow.

A moment later, Robin, panting, dodged a snowball that Nami had accidentally thrown off course, and said, "Alright, alright, stop fooling around, or you'll catch a cold."

The group finally stopped, panting. Their cheeks were flushed, their hair was disheveled, and they were covered in snow and melted snow, looking quite disheveled, but each of them had a happy smile on their face.

"Alright, you've had enough fun. Go take a hot shower, change into dry clothes, and then drink some ginger tea to warm up," Mosen announced, patting the snow off his clothes.

The lively snowball fight came to an end, and the four of them prepared to go to their respective rooms to take a hot shower, change into dry and warm new clothes, and then continue to sit around the dining table to eat and drink tea.

However, when Robin wiped her still slightly damp long hair and walked back into the restaurant, she saw that Nami was pressed against the wall, doing something.

Robin looked around and asked, "Where's Bakala? And Morsen? Haven't they finished showering yet?"

Nami didn't answer immediately. Instead, she made a "shh" gesture, pressed her ears against the wall with curiosity and excitement, and waved to Robin.

Robin was a little confused, but she put down the towel, walked over, and, imitating Nami, pressed her ear close to the wall.

Nami's own face was flushed, but her eyes shone brightly, filled with curiosity and a strange excitement.

"This...this doesn't seem quite right..." Robin said softly, a blush spreading all the way to her ears.

But for some reason, her steps seemed to be nailed to the spot; she didn't really leave. Only her slightly trembling eyelashes and quickened heartbeat fully revealed her inner turmoil.

Inside the cabin, the hot pot was still bubbling away. The warm atmosphere, the faint sounds coming from the bathroom, and the two women pressed against the wall, their faces flushed and hearts pounding, together created a charming and cozy scene.

A moment later, when Mosen and Bakala returned to the kitchen, the atmosphere subtly shifted.

Bakara's cheeks still had a rosy glow from her bath, and her hair was damp.

She tried hard to maintain her usual composure, but the subtle charm and languid contentment that inadvertently emanated from her eyes were clearly visible.

To avoid embarrassment, she chatted with the others while sitting back down in her seat, picking up the slightly cooled ginger tea and taking a sip as a cover-up.

As Robin replied, he kept his head down, as if studying the patterns in the teacup, a faint blush still lingering on his usually serene and elegant face.

I don't know if it was the heat or the commotion I had just heard that made me uneasy.

Compared to her usual composure, she looked unusually adorable at this moment.

Nami seemed the most natural at this moment, continuing to eat her hotpot while her eyes darted around, a sly smile playing on her lips, as if she were plotting something again.

Mo Sen seemed oblivious to the slightly awkward atmosphere, calmly picking up his chopsticks and continuing to eat. In addition to his strong physical abilities, his appetite was also astonishing.

After resting for a while, at Nami's suggestion, the four of them put on their thick winter clothes and came back to the deck to start clearing the snow.

The wind and snow at sea seemed to have subsided somewhat, but the sky remained overcast and visibility was low.

Just as they finished cleaning up and were taking a short rest, Nami, who had been keeping an eye on the course, suddenly cheered: "Look! There's an island ahead!"

She quickly ran to the bow of the boat, picked up her binoculars, and looked out at the gray sea and the pervasive cold fog.

Through the swirling snowflakes and the thinning fog, a huge, indistinct shadow could indeed be vaguely seen on the distant horizon.

“It’s an island! Those tall ones must be mountains…” Nami excitedly adjusted the focus of her binoculars, continuing to speak as she looked.

"That's right! This is Drum Island! We're almost there!"

"Have we finally arrived?" Mosen walked to the bow of the boat, squinting as he looked ahead. "Then let's prepare to dock and find a place to moor."

As we got closer, the full view of Drum Island gradually became clear. It was a typical winter island, almost entirely covered in snow, with sparse coniferous forests and the outlines of some buildings visible on the island.

They quickly found a place that looked like a small natural harbor where boats could be moored, with a simple wooden dock on the shore.

However, just as their boat slowly approached and had not yet come to a complete stop, a rude shout suddenly came from the shore.

"Stop! Don't come any closer!"

A group of about ten soldiers, dressed in bulky winter clothes and carrying flintlock rifles, emerged from behind the snow-covered houses on the shore and quickly lined up at the dock.

Their guns were all pointed at the boats that were approaching the shore, their eyes filled with vigilance and hostility, as well as a hint of tension that was barely perceptible.

"Get out of here! Drum Island doesn't welcome outsiders!"

Chapter 121, Drum Island, The Witch Doctor

Kick it and clang!

A few minutes later, the large group of guards who had just been standing on the shore, pointing guns at Mosen and his men, were now all lying sprawled on the cold snow.

Their old flintlock pistols lay scattered on the ground, and everyone's face and body were covered in bruises, which stood out starkly against the snow. Cries of pain and gasps of pain filled the air.

Mosen casually straightened his sleeves, which were slightly disheveled from "stretching his legs," and looked at the group of soldiers who had lost their fighting ability. He asked calmly, "Well, aren't you welcoming me now?"

The scarred captain of the guards, who had been so fierce, was now completely different. He clutched his swollen cheek, shrank back, and quickly changed his tune, saying, "No, no! Welcome! A very warm welcome to all of you esteemed sirs to Drum Island!"

After saying that, he looked at his disheveled subordinates and then at the composed outsiders in front of him, who seemed to have just taken a stroll. He couldn't help but smile bitterly and sigh helplessly as he explained, "Actually, it's not that we did it on purpose. It's mainly because... His Majesty the King issued an order that no outsiders are allowed to land on the island."

"The King's order?" Nami raised an eyebrow. "Why? What good would it do you to send the guests away?"

“Benefits?” A bitter look appeared on the scarred captain’s face. “For us ordinary people, of course there are no benefits, only drawbacks.”

He glanced around at the desolate dock behind him and the quiet village further away, his voice lowering, "It wasn't like this before...it wasn't like this before."

“Our Cigu Island is a kingdom of medicine. Many people come here seeking medical treatment. The pier is always bustling with hotels, taverns, shops... Everyone can do some small business and make a living.”

“But,” his face grew even uglier, “His Majesty the King… His Majesty Walpo, he ordered almost all the doctors on the island to be expelled! He left only his own twenty royal physicians.”

"Moreover, he doesn't allow them to treat ordinary people like us. He says that doctors are his private property, and medical skills are also his property."

“So now, not only do no outsiders dare to come, but even our island’s residents don’t know who to turn to when they get sick or injured.” A younger guard couldn’t help but interject, his voice filled with resentment and helplessness.

“My father broke his leg last month and has nowhere to get treatment. He’s still lying at home.”

Robin, Nami, and Baccarat all wore expressions of disbelief as they listened to these words.

They had seen many rulers, but such direct monopoly of healthcare and disregard for the lives of the people was truly eye-opening.

"Is this king insane?" Nami couldn't help but mutter under her breath.

Bakara also looked disgusted: "Tsk, what an unpleasant guy."

Robin seemed thoughtful: "Monopolizing the power of knowledge and healing is indeed an effective means of controlling the people and consolidating rule, but it must be said that it is very low-level and despicable."

As Morsen listened to the guards' account, he understood. Because of his memories from before his transmigration, he had some understanding of Walbourne's character, but he was still unclear about the specific timeframe. It turned out that his expulsion and monopolization of doctors had already reached this point at this time.

Looking at the guards in front of him, their faces bruised, their eyes filled with helplessness and the hardships of life, he lost interest in making things difficult for them any longer.

"Alright, you can go now." Mosen waved his hand. "We're just here to check things out and resupply. We don't want any trouble, but we're not afraid of trouble either."

"Yes, yes, yes! Thank you, sir! Thank you for sparing our lives!" The scarred captain felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He hurriedly led his men to their feet, scrambling to their feet. They didn't even bother to collect the scattered weapons. Instead, they helped their more seriously injured comrades and hurried away towards the village in a disheveled state.

Watching them leave, Mosen said to his three female companions, "Let's go in and see what this so-called 'medical kingdom' has become, given the mess that crazy king has made of it."

He pointed to a few lonely wisps of smoke rising in the cold wind in the distance, and walked through the snow toward a place where people lived.

Behind them, the fleeing guards stopped after running a distance, turning back to look at Mo Sen and his group's receding figures with incredibly complex expressions.

"Captain... what should we do now?" a young guard with bruises on his face asked, panting. "We've already let them in... isn't that disobeying the King's orders? How are we going to explain this when we get back?"

The scarred captain clutched his still-painful ribs, shook his head, and gave a bitter and self-deprecating smile: "Confess? Just pass the message back truthfully."

He took a deep breath of the cold air, lowered his voice, and continued, "Who do you think those people were just now? Ordinary travelers?"

He glanced at the puzzled faces of his men and said in a deep voice, "If I'm not mistaken, the black-haired young man leading the group should be the 'Collector' Blackmoren who caused such a stir at sea recently! His bounty is a whopping 280 million Berries!"

"Two hundred and eighty million?!"

"Oh my God!"

"Really?!"

The guards immediately erupted in chaos, their eyes wide with shock and disbelief.

For ordinary guards like them, a bounty of several million is already incredible, but 280 million... that's an astronomical figure!

“That’s not all,” the scarred captain’s voice grew even drier, “I heard… he even killed a Shichibukai!”

"Shichibukai?!"

"That kind of notorious pirate recognized by the World Government?!"

"He...he killed him?!"

This news is more impactful than the large reward.

The Seven Warlords of the Sea, one of the most powerful figures standing at the pinnacle of the sea, on par with the Four Emperors and the Marine Admirals! And yet, he was killed by that seemingly young man?

Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but shudder, and the scene of the conflict just now resurfaced in their minds.

The other side only "stretched their muscles" and didn't even try to kill them, otherwise they would have been wiped out long ago.

"So...so..." A guard swallowed hard, his voice trembling, "we almost died just now?"

"Otherwise what?" Scarface Captain gave a bitter smile: "It's already a mercy that they spared our lives, or rather... they didn't take us seriously at all."