I have the Flame-Flame Fruit, I'm invincible!

Then, Kaya saw a pair of eyes.

The gentle gaze and the care it conveyed were heartwarming.

With striking eyebrows and bright eyes, his well-defined features shone brightly in the sunlight.

Light, Dick became light.

"Prince?" Kaya murmured to herself.

Dick: ? ? ?

"Ah," Kaya blushed, her head steaming, "I'm sorry."

Kaya stood up and bowed repeatedly.

"How did you do that? This doesn't make medical sense," the doctor asked, his eyes red. "It must have been the flame, right?"

“Yes, it is indeed fire,” Dick nodded. “That’s my ability to heal illnesses.”

"That must come at a great cost, right?" Kaya said softly.

She noticed Dick's exhaustion and the blood at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh, it's nothing." Dick casually wiped away the bloodstains.

But Koya, Corey, Merry, and others all made a keen observation.

Kaya was filled with admiration.

A hero, indeed a hero.

Even though they were injured, they pretended to be fine.

Melli was in tears.

Oh dear, Mr. Dick, you're just too kind-hearted. He'd even considered marrying you.

“Mr. Clay, I think Kaya is rather weak and prone to illness. How about this, I will treat her a few more times and see if I can help her recover.”

"Really?"

"Realer than real gold."

"Thank you, thank you," Corey said excitedly, barely able to speak.

What is a hero? This is a hero.

Be courageous in taking responsibility and find joy in helping others.

Corey felt that the greatest blessing of the past few years was meeting Dick.

"But won't this make things too hard for Dick?" Kaya bit her lip.

Kind-hearted, she didn't want to trouble others.

“It’s alright, I’m not tired. Treating you is actually very easy.” Dick gave a strong gesture.

After saying that, Dick seemed to want to cough a few times, but he held it back.

Kaya lowered her head, a warm feeling washing over her.

They're working so hard, yet they insist on pretending nothing's wrong.

Dick is so gentle.

"Your flames can cure congenital weakness?" The doctor asked, panting heavily, his eyes bloodshot.

"I haven't tried it, but it should work, right?" Dick stroked his chin.

Should? Then that means it won't work.

The doctor kept doubting it in his mind.

There could not possibly be such a magical flame in the world.

If a flame can cure diseases, then what's the point of having doctors?

What are the medical skills I've painstakingly learned over the years?

At this point, the meal was ready, and many delicious dishes were laid out on the table. The lavish dishes demonstrated Clay's seriousness.

"Miss Koya has just recovered from her illness and shouldn't eat greasy food," the doctor couldn't help but interject. "She's better off with light foods like millet porridge."

“So that’s the difference between you and me,” Dick said softly. “The patients I treat never need post-illness care.”

Doctor: (*￣︿￣)

"Kaya, is there anything you want to eat? Feel free to eat whatever you like, it's okay," Dick said, bringing Kaya a bowl of nourishing soup.

Kaya looked at Dick's confident face and gently scooped up a spoonful of soup.

She believed him.

Doctor:……

Sure enough, after the meal, Kaya's energy and spirits were noticeably better.

The doctor exclaimed that he didn't understand.

Dick spoke with Corey again.

Of course, this time, there were only two people.

“Mr. Clay, I’m here today to work with you,” Dick said.

He has a big plan.

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Chapter 33 I don't like money, I'm not interested in money.

"I want to start a telecommunications company with you."

"A telecommunications company?" Corey didn't understand.

He knew the individual words, but when put together, he was completely lost.

Dick didn't keep them in suspense; the key point was the Den Den Mushi (snail phone).

Dick used the Flame of Evolution to cultivate various Den Den Mushi variants during this time, and then used the Flame of Life to accelerate their maturation.

It's already showing some initial results.

Dick was most satisfied with

A special kind of Den Den Mushi, tiny, only about half the size of an average human palm.

They reproduce quickly, are easy to raise, and have low costs.

The only downside is its relatively short lifespan.

These Den Den Mushi (snail telephone mushi) have a lifespan of only three years.

As for its functions, besides regular calls, it only has text reading and music listening capabilities.

Dick named it Bug No. 2, while Bug No. 1 only had the function of reading text.

Dick had downloaded "The Road to One Piece" and two songs by Uta for all the Den Den Mushi (the second Den Den Mushi).

It was given away for free.

"In my personal opinion, we should promote Bug 2 as much as possible, but the price shouldn't be too high. Let's say 5 Berries, the same price as a blunt knife."

Kore carefully estimated.

As a businessman, and a successful one at that, estimating costs and benefits is instinctive.

Production, breeding, management, promotion...

Preliminary estimates suggest that selling a single insect, number 2, for 5 berries would essentially result in a loss.

Moreover, the more you sell, the more you lose.

Conversely, if priced higher, Little Insect No. 2 has great potential.

“I know, but to be honest, I don’t like money. I’m not interested in money. I didn’t raise Insect No. 2 at all to make money.” Dick looked up at the sky.

"I have a dream to enable people to communicate with each other, to bring people's hearts closer together, and to help people understand each other. I have made various efforts for this."

"Little Insect No. 2 is my answer."

"A tiny Den Den Mushi can connect any two people, allowing them to communicate freely and helping them understand each other."

"Mr. Clay, would you be willing to help me?"

Clay felt a jolt run through him, his heart pounding with excitement.

What a magnificent dream, what a lofty vision.

To enable people to live in harmony.

While Clay is a businessman, he also has his own kind heart.

Otherwise, the original story wouldn't have taken pity on Crow and accepted him as a butler.