I collect everything in the One Piece world.

"Sigh..." Dalton was still sighing when Dr. Kureha grabbed his arm and pulled him away.

"What's there to sigh about? Take me to see the rooms, Chopper. What do you think would be a good place to use as a medical room and a laboratory?"

Chapter 127, Chopper's Decision, The Revolutionary Army Arrives

The interior of the castle appeared more spacious and cluttered than the exterior.

Clearly, Wapol took some treasure with him in addition to his trusted men and doctor when he fled.

However, due to the haste, he could not take much with him, so most of it was left behind.

In addition, there were many messy traces that had not been cleaned up, such as half-eaten tables and chairs, casually discarded gorgeous clothes, and gold and silver utensils scattered everywhere.

However, none of these things are important; what matters is the treasure left behind in the castle itself.

Nami and Bakura were like mice that had fallen into a rice jar, their eyes shining with excitement.

With Baccarat's "lucky guidance" and Nami's "treasure radar" pinpointing their location, they quickly found the royal treasure room on Drum Island and Wapol's private collection.

There were so many gold coins, gems, antiques, and various works of art that they were impossible to count, and Nami and Baccarat were overjoyed.

"I'm rich!!!" Nami hugged a crown inlaid with a huge sapphire, her eyes disappearing with laughter.

Bakara, however, was more interested in a beautifully crafted antique necklace, admiring it against the light: "Hmm, although it's a bit ostentatious, the craftsmanship is indeed excellent, and the gemstones on it are quite expensive."

Robin did not join the "treasure hunt," as she was more interested in the castle's library and archives.

However, the place was covered in dust, and many books were discarded in a corner by Valbo as waste paper, such as some medical documents, geographical records and historical records. To her, the value of this knowledge far exceeded that of gold and silver.

Mosen followed them around, looking for any collectibles that might interest him, such as swords or knives.

Unfortunately, Wapol, or rather the successive kings of Drum Island, were all very simple and honest. What they accumulated most were gold and silver treasures, and they had very few swords or similar items.

The only antique knife was indeed a genuine antique; it was so rusted that it couldn't be pulled out and had no value whatsoever.

On the other side, Dalton was still dutifully playing the role of "guide," leading Dr. Kureha and Chopper around the various rooms and explaining their layout.

Kureha, meanwhile, looked around and didn't hold back in picking and choosing: "This room is too dark, not suitable as an operating room! That room has poor ventilation, the medicine will get moldy! This one, this one, can be opened up, we can make a big laboratory!"

"What is this thing? Throw that idiot king's bed out and replace it with something practical..."

Chopper followed behind, his little hooves making a soft clattering sound as he stepped on the smooth, cold marble floor.

He looked around the magnificent yet unfamiliar building with curiosity; everything here was completely different from the little wooden house that was filled with the smell of herbs and wood.

He would occasionally stop and steal a glance at Dr. Kureha, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Kureha naturally noticed Chopper's gaze, but she pretended not to see it and continued to scrutinize the room's layout, as if she were wholeheartedly devoted to planning her new home.

For the next two days, Drum Castle became the adventure team's temporary base. Morsen and his group did not rush to leave, partly to wait for news from the Revolutionary Army, and partly to give Chopper time.

The people were gripped by fear after learning that the king had fled and the witch doctor had "occupied" the castle.

However, after Dalton's reassurance and the release of some of the castle's food reserves, the panic gradually subsided, replaced by an atmosphere mixed with confusion and a glimmer of hope.

On Mawson's advice, Dalton began to organize people to distribute supplies, maintain basic order, and clean up some of the supplies in the palace, preparing to reorganize them and improve the lives of the people.

Chopper remained preoccupied. He would help treat the wounded and assist Dr. Kureha, but more often than not, he would go alone to the highest tower of the castle and stare blankly at the vast sea in the distance.

On the evening of the third day, as Chopper was once again watching the sunset alone in the tower, Dr. Kureha came up with a cup of hot milk.

"Haven't you decided yet?" Kureha handed the milk to Chopper, her voice unusually gentle, not as sharp as usual.

Chopper took the cup, sipped it, nodded, and his blue nose twitched slightly: "Doctor Kureha... I... I don't know."

"I really want to go with Mosen and the others, to save more people, and to learn more medical skills... But... but I can't bear to leave you, I can't bear to leave here..."

As he spoke, Chopper's voice grew softer and softer, and he even began to choke up.

Kureha paused for a moment, then reached out and placed her hand on Chopper's fluffy head, rubbing it vigorously: "Silly boy."

“You have your talents, your dreams, this island, this country, and I am not your final destination.”

"The ocean is vast and dangerous, but it is also very interesting and fascinating."

She paused, looking into Chopper's eyes: "Go with those guys. They're strong enough and genuinely respect you. They'll be good partners."

Chopper finally couldn't hold back his tears and threw himself into Kureha's arms, sobbing loudly. Kureha gently patted his back and didn't say anything more.

The next morning, Chopper appeared at the breakfast table with slightly red and swollen eyes but an unusually determined look on his face.

"Please let me be your partner! I want to go on adventures with you and become a doctor who can help more people!" Chopper said to Morsen very seriously.

"Welcome! Chopper, from now on we're partners!" Morsen said with a smile.

Nami cheered and hugged Chopper, Baccarat ruffled his hair, and Robin gently welcomed him while pinning a small flower to his hat.

Feeling the warm welcome from his friends, Chopper once again shyly twisted himself into a noodle.

The Collector's Adventure Team has grown by one more member!

Meanwhile, that same afternoon, the revolutionary army's ships finally appeared at the port of Drum Island.

After the ship docked, a group of people dressed in various but disciplined manners quickly disembarked and began to guard and investigate.

Then, a tall, slender woman in a dark red trench coat, with a cigarette dangling from her lips, stepped down. It was Bello Betty.

Beside her was an even more striking man, exceptionally tall, wearing a dark green cloak that concealed his face in the shadow of the hood, revealing only his sharply defined chin.

He simply stood there, and he exuded an indescribable sense of oppression and mystery.

That calm and steady demeanor made Dalton, who was watching from afar, tense up instantly and instinctively grip the hilt of his sword.

His intuition told him that this person was extremely dangerous!

Chapter 128, The Unexpected Guest: Dragon, You Will Become the Leader of the Revolutionary Army!

The harbor wind carried the scent of ice and snow as Belo Betty descended the gangway with steady steps, the hem of her deep red trench coat fluttering in the cold wind.

She took off her sunglasses, and her gaze immediately locked onto the figure on the dock with a lazy smile, yet one that was impossible to ignore.

"Mosen!" Belo Betty smiled sassily, strode forward, and naturally raised her hand to punch Mosen's arm.

"Why do you only contact me when you need something? Can't you just call me and chat normally?"

As she spoke, her gaze swept over the people behind Mo Sen.

Nami peers out curiously, Robin smiles elegantly, Baccarat has a complicated expression, Chopper hides behind Robin's legs but still tries to hide in the opposite direction, and Dalton looks solemn as if facing a formidable enemy.

"You want to chat?" Mosen pinched her chin and raised an eyebrow.

“It would be even better to talk about other things…” Belo Betty licked her lips, looking at Morsen with a seductive gaze.

After a few casual words, Mosen's gaze passed over Belo Betty and landed on the silent, tall figure beside him.

Even from a distance, even with their face hidden under a hood, their natural leadership qualities and unfathomable aura remained as striking as a lighthouse in the night.

"And who is this...?" Mosen's eyes lit up. That iconic green robe was incredibly easy to recognize.

Belo Betty turned to the side, her expression becoming serious, and her tone filled with obvious respect: "This is the leader of our revolutionary army."

The tall man slowly raised his hand, removed his hood, and revealed a weathered face with hard lines and strange square tattoos. Most striking were his eyes, calm yet incredibly penetrating.

He looked at Mosen, nodded slightly, and then extended his hand: "Monkey D. Dragon. I've heard so much about you, collector Mr. Mosen."

His voice was deep and calm, yet it possessed a convincing power.

“Mr. Long! This is truly unexpected…” Mo Sen shook hands with him, “I didn’t expect you to come in person.”

“Betty brought back some manuscripts and ideas that you provided.” Long got straight to the point, his eyes filled with curiosity and inquiry as he looked at Morsen.

“I’ve read it, it’s very interesting and inspiring… You could say you’ve opened up some new ideas for me and for our revolutionary army…”

His tone was calm, but those who knew him well could hear the urgency in it.

Clearly, the revolutionary theoretical prototypes from another world, refined by time and practice, had a tremendous impact on the dragon.

He was just passing through the East China Sea to check on the local revolutionary army and to see how Belo Betty was doing when he received the manuscript she had handed over.

He was initially just curious about what the collector would write, but once he started reading, he became completely engrossed and couldn't stop, wishing he could meet Mosen immediately.

Just then, Belo Betty received a call from Mosen not long after the call, so he came along too. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to get here from the East China Sea in just a few days.

He had been thinking constantly throughout the journey, so now that he had met Mo Sen in person, his desire to have a deeper conversation with him had overwhelmed everything else.

Seeing this, Belo Betty rolled her eyes helplessly and swallowed back the words she originally wanted to say to Morsen.

Well, once the leader gets into a thirst for knowledge, no one can stop him. She'd better wait until they're done with their work.

"Shall we talk as we walk? I have many questions I'd like to ask..." Long asked Morsen softly.

No, is it in such a hurry? Opening your mouth to drink cold air will give you a stomachache.

Although that's what he thought, seeing how impatient Long was, Mo Sen readily nodded and said, "Of course..."

So what should have been a more formal meeting turned into a walk between Long and Mosen, who began to talk in hushed tones as they walked.

Belo Betty shrugged and naturally stepped back half a step, giving space to the two "thinkers".

Her gaze shifted and landed on Bakala, who was looking at her with a strange expression.

Belo Betty raised an eyebrow, a mocking smile playing on her lips, and leaned closer in a low voice, saying, "Oh, isn't this our 'Goddess of Luck,' Miss Baccarat? It's been a while, but you're still as charming as ever."

"How are you feeling? You must be exhausted without me helping you with your energy these past few days, right? Are you under a lot of pressure? Remember to drink plenty of water every day, or you'll easily get dehydrated."

Bakara tossed her long red hair and returned a sharp smile and a piercing look: "Hehe, I'm willing to do it no matter how tired I am. It's better than some people who I can't even see all day long."

"Well, you must be starving from not having eaten for a while, right? You have the nerve to say that to me? You're the one who should drink more water. At most, I just get my sheets wet, unlike some people whose roofs are leaking..."

"You!" Belo Betty was taken aback, then glared at her irritably. "Don't come crying to me for help next time!"

“Same to you, you too.” Bakara made a face.

While the two of them were bickering and teasing each other, Nami and Robin listened with great interest as they followed the group toward the castle, both wearing the amused smiles typical of "spectators".

When Nami didn't quite understand, she would ask Robin why she needed to replenish water. Upon hearing this, Robin would purse her lips and say that she would understand later.

Meanwhile, Long and Mosen, who were walking ahead, were completely immersed in their own world.

"...So, the 'revolutionary program' you mentioned in your manuscript is not just a slogan, but a systematic and guiding document?"

"It must clearly define the ultimate goal of the revolution, such as overthrowing the world government and establishing a new order, but it also needs to be divided into stages? For example, the current stage, and the next stage?"

Dragon's questions came one after another, and his tone grew increasingly urgent. Mosen's seemingly scattered ideas collided and combined in his mind, forming new sparks.