I collect everything in the One Piece world.

“That’s right,” Morsen nodded, gesturing as he walked, “You need to tell your followers what kind of world we’re going to build? Is it just about overthrowing the Celestial Dragons? And then what? How will power be distributed? How will the economic base be rebuilt? How will the people’s rights be guaranteed…”

"These all need to have their direction clearly defined in the program, even if it's just a preliminary outline. Stages are important; after all, you can't expect to get fat overnight. For example, right now, your revolutionary army's main tasks might be to expose, incite, organize, and accumulate strength—this is the first stage..."

"There will be a second phase, a third phase..."

"...There is also the distinction between friend and foe. Which enemies must be defeated? For example, the Celestial Dragons and the extremely corrupt high-ranking officials of the World Government."

"Who are the allies we can win over? For example, oppressed kingdoms, nobles of conscientious constituent states, and even insightful individuals within the navy."

"What other forces can we win over, or at least keep neutral? For example, certain wavering kingdoms, non-governmental armed groups, or even... some of the Seven Warlords of the Sea?"

"In general, this analysis must be dynamic and clear!" Mosen continued to instill the essence of "dragon-slaying techniques" into the dragon.

"...The theoretical and ideological construction of the revolution cannot rely solely on passion and the personal charisma of the leader. It must have theoretical weapons that can persuade people and arm their minds!"

"Why is this world wrong? Why do we need revolution? Where does the legitimacy and justice of revolution lie? What is the blueprint for a new world in the future? These things need to be written into books, preached, and made so that every revolutionary fighter understands why they are fighting! This is called...raising ideological awareness!"

The dragon listened intently, its eyes growing brighter and brighter.

Many problems that he had not been able to systematically sort out before, as well as the confusion and bottlenecks he encountered in practice, suddenly became clear under Mo Sen's detailed and progressive explanation!

He felt that the revolutionary path that had been somewhat chaotic in his mind was being illuminated by a bright light, becoming clear, feasible, and even step-by-step!

They walked and talked all the way from the port to the castle, through the long corridor, and into the study that Morsen was using temporarily. They talked so enthusiastically that they didn't even touch the hot tea that was brought to them, leaving it to slowly cool down.

Belo Betty tried several times to go in and remind them to eat or rest, but was stopped by the intense and excited discussion coming from inside.

She could only shake her head and smile wryly, then prepare food and refreshing hot drinks for later use.

The conversation lasted from afternoon until late at night, and then from late at night until dawn.

Inside the study, the light from the oil lamp illuminated two profiles, both equally focused and sparkling with intellectual insights.

Long had completely forgotten about time and where he was. Like a traveler who had trekked through the desert for too long and finally found an oasis, he greedily absorbed those revolutionary theories that were ahead of their time, systematic and profound.

From class analysis to the mass line, from armed struggle to the united front, from the establishment of revolutionary base areas to the conception of political power...

Although Mosen couldn't recall many details, the core framework and concepts were enough to shock the revolutionaries of the Dragon World and plunge them into deep thought.

"So that's how it is... So that's how it can be done... I understand! I understand!" Long sometimes pondered, sometimes excitedly slammed his hand on the table and paced back and forth in the room.

Many of the problems that had troubled him for years seemed to have found theoretical support and solutions.

Finally, as the first hint of dawn appeared on the horizon, Long stopped and turned around, gripping Mosen's shoulders tightly with both hands, his eyes burning with intense light:

"Mr. Mosen! You must join the revolutionary army! Your ideas and insights are crucial to our cause!"

"If you're willing, I can step down and let you lead the revolutionary army! We need your wisdom!"

He was indeed serious. After witnessing Mosen's revolutionary theoretical system that went straight to the essence, Long also felt that many of his previous ideas and practices seemed crude and emotional.

If we can get Mosen's full assistance, the chances of the revolution succeeding will greatly increase!

Mosen was taken aback by Long's sudden and sincere invitation, then waved his hand: "Mr. Long, you flatter me too much. I am merely a conveyor of knowledge, a child standing on the shoulders of giants, and..."

He paused, a lazy and unrestrained smile appearing on his face: "I have no interest in being a revolutionary leader. The responsibility is too great and too heavy. I prefer things as they are now, where I can freely adventure, see different scenery, and do things that I find interesting and worthwhile."

Seeing the undisguised disappointment and regret in Long's eyes, Mosen added, "However, I am still happy to share these thoughts."

"After all, it's not a bad thing to see the world become a better place, so if you have any ideas in the future, or if you encounter any problems, we can continue to communicate. But joining or leading... let's forget about it."

Long stared at Mo Sen for a long time, looking at the seriousness in his eyes, and finally sighed deeply, his sigh filled with unparalleled regret.

He could tell, of course, that Mosen was telling the truth; this man's future lay in the vast ocean and free adventures, not in the command center of the revolutionary army.

"I understand." The dragon's voice returned to calm, but the admiration remained undiminished.

"Although it is regrettable, I respect your choice. However, Mr. Mosen, your ideas are of great significance to me and the Revolutionary Army. Please allow me to bring these ideas back to the Revolutionary Army and develop a theory suitable for us based on them."

“Of course, please go ahead,” Mosen readily agreed. “I’m glad it will come in handy.”

When the sunlight fully illuminated the spire of Drumburg Castle, the study door finally opened.

Although Long had stayed up all night, he was unusually excited, while Mo Sen was also somewhat excited, but mostly exhausted.

Inside the restaurant, Belo Betty, Baccarat, Nami, Robin, and the curious Chopper were already there, but Dr. Kureha seemed to have drunk too much again last night and hadn't woken up yet.

Upon seeing the two appear, Belo Betty wore an expression that said, "We've finally finished talking." The others also looked at them curiously, trying to discern the results of their all-night discussion from their faces.

Dragon's gaze swept over the crowd, finally settling on Morsen. He said solemnly, "Mr. Morsen, thank you for your guidance tonight. The Revolutionary Army owes you a great favor. We will handle the Drum Island matter properly. Furthermore..."

He paused, glancing at Chopper, who was munching on breakfast and secretly observing him, and Robin and the others, who were eating quietly: "Your companions are all excellent. I wish you all the best on your upcoming adventure. If one day you change your mind, or need help, the Revolutionary Army's doors will always be open for you."

After saying that, he didn't say anything more and sat down to enjoy his belated breakfast.

Mosen sat down with a grin and winked at Bakala: "So, did you miss me last night?"

Bakara rolled her eyes at him, "Who cares about you! We're counting the money! Walpo left behind quite a lot of treasures!"

"Haha, if you don't want to, forget it. There are plenty of other people who do, right?" Morsen laughed and gestured with his chin towards Belo Betty.

Belo Betty shook her head with a mischievous grin and said, "No~ I slept very well last night, I didn't even dream."

Mosen: ...

Seeing Mo Sen's embarrassment, everyone couldn't help but laugh, and the atmosphere in the restaurant finally returned to its usual relaxed and lively state.

Chapter 134 Leave of Absence Request; Exam Today

I have an exam today, so I need to take the day off. I hope I can pass.

Chapter 129, Leaving Drum Island

The cold wind on Drum Island seems tireless, whipping up fine snowflakes that swirl in the air above the harbor.

In just a few days, the snow-covered island seemed to have undergone a silent transformation, with an atmosphere completely different from before.

Everyone has been exceptionally busy these past few days.

After settling the advance personnel of the revolutionary army and learning about the local situation with the help of Dalton, Long quickly began to try to apply those "new ideas" to practice.

He organized the townspeople to clear the ruins, distribute the supplies "received" from the palace, and began planning to establish grassroots mutual aid organizations to restore basic medical and food supply systems.

Although he didn't say much, his calm and steady demeanor and the tangible changes he brought about gradually ignited a spark of hope in the hearts of the previously bewildered people.

Dalton became his most capable local assistant, and his identity quietly changed from "former King's Guard Captain" to "People's Guard Captain" and "Revolutionary Work Coordinator".

Although he still occasionally felt a little uncomfortable with the word "revolution," that discomfort would dissipate when he saw the long-lost smiles on the faces of the townspeople.

Nami was completely immersed in the "happy troubles." Wapol's treasure was more than she had expected. She counted, classified, and valued it tirelessly, her notebook filled with dense numbers, her eyes sparkling with the light of Berries, and she even smiled foolishly in her dreams.

Robin practically lived in the castle's library and archives, voraciously reading the precious books that Wapol had discarded, especially those about the Drum Kingdom and even earlier medical history, geological changes, and ancient legends, adding many more pieces to the historical puzzle in her mind.

Occasionally, she would observe the dragon's "practice" from the sidelines, her eyes gleaming with thoughtful light.

Chopper, on the other hand, spends all his free time with Dr. Kureha.

He helped organize the medicinal herbs that were moved into the castle, familiarized himself with the new "clinic" environment, reviewed the key points of medical skills that Kureha had taught him over and over again, and even tried to conduct some simple drug preparation experiments using the more complete equipment in the castle.

Although Kureha continued to be sarcastic, calling him clumsy, the reluctance and pride in her eyes grew stronger.

She carefully packed her medical notes, some secret recipes, and special medicinal seeds that she thought Chopper might need, and put them into Chopper's small backpack for him to study later.

As for Mosen, Bakala, and Belo Betty... all I can say is that the best-soundproof room in the castle has been emitting some blush-inducing noises for several nights in a row.

Baccarat was initially eager to fight, believing that with Belo Betty's help, they could avenge their previous defeat and completely "suppress" and "slay" the despicable captain.

However, reality is cruel. After several "fierce battles," it was still her and Belo Betty who were "slain."

They were so exhausted that they didn't even want to move a finger, and could only lean on each other to catch their breath and recover.

Although Belo Betty refused to admit defeat and shouted, "Next time I'll make you beg for mercy," the indescribable exhaustion and pleasure deep within her body made her clearly realize how unfair that guy's superhuman strength was.

Mosen, on the other hand, felt no discomfort whatsoever. On the contrary, he felt even more refreshed, as if he had just done a warm-up exercise. He even had the leisure to comment, "The revolutionary army's willpower is indeed tenacious and worthy of praise," which earned him a helpless eye roll and a coquettish reproach from Belo Betty.

Joyful times are always fleeting. A few days later, when Drum Island had initially restored order, supplies had been distributed, and the framework of the Revolutionary Army had been established, it was time for Morsen's Collector's Adventure Team to set off.

At the harbor, the newly replaced sails were already raised, the ships had been repaired and were well-supplied, and there were quite a few people who came to see them off.

Long stood at the front, still wearing that dark green cloak, but the hood was down, revealing a face that didn't look like a good person.

"Mr. Mosen, thank you for everything you have done for this land and for the revolutionary army. I look forward to seeing you again."

As Long spoke, his eyes made no attempt to conceal his appreciation and high regard for Mosen.

Upon hearing this, Mo Sen smiled and shook hands with him, saying, "I'm also looking forward to seeing what kind of world you can transform. Take care, Mr. Long."

Belo Betty stood beside the dragon, a hint of shyness in her eyes as she glared at Morsen, her voice low and filled with clenched teeth as she said, "Next time... next time I'll make you pay! You just wait!"

Upon hearing this, Mosen leaned closer to her ear and chuckled in a voice only the two of them could hear, "I'm always here for you, Captain Betty. But remember to work out more; your stamina isn't what it used to be."

"Get lost!" Belo Betty, somewhat embarrassed and annoyed, elbowed Morsen in the chest.

Not far away, Dr. Kureha stood with her arms crossed, watching Chopper clinging to her leg and sobbing uncontrollably. Unusually, she didn't scold him, but simply patted Chopper's head with her hand: "Alright, stop crying! It's a good thing for a man to go out and make his way in the world!"

"Doctor Kureha... Waaah... I will definitely become the best doctor! And then come back to see you!" Chopper cried so hard he could barely breathe, his blue nose twitching, his little paws gripping Kureha's clothes tightly, before reluctantly letting go after a moment.

"Chopper, it's time to get on board." Robin's gentle voice rang out, and she gently took Chopper's paw.

Nami knelt down and wiped away Chopper's tears: "From now on, you'll be our ship's doctor. Be happy!"

Chopper sobbed, nodded vigorously, and was led by Nami and Robin toward the springboard, looking back every few steps.

Dalton stood a little further away, watching this scene with a complicated expression.

In just a few days, everything changed.

The king fled, the palace changed hands, the revolutionary army arrived, and a new order began to sprout from the ruins.

And he transformed from the captain of the guard protecting the corrupt monarchy into the new guardian of the people's hopes.

Looking at the sincere smiles on the townspeople's faces, the confusion in his heart was gradually replaced by a heavy sense of responsibility and a faint expectation.

All of this was brought about by Mosen.

Thinking of this, he bowed respectfully to Morsen and said, "Mr. Morsen, thank you for everything you have brought. Please rest assured, I will do my best to protect this place!"

Upon hearing this, Mosen patted his strong arm and smiled, "I believe in you, Dalton. I'll leave this to you and them."

"Weigh anchor! Raise the sails!"

With Morsen's command, the Collectors' Adventure Team's ship slowly departed from the port of Drum Island.

At the bow, Chopper lay on the gunwale, waving his little hooves vigorously, tears still streaming down his face. Kureha, Dalton, and the townspeople who had come to see him off also waved goodbye to Chopper. Dragon and Belo Betty stood side by side, watching the ship sail away.