After retiring from the Navy, I became a doting husband.

"This is a strategic material for the Navy, and it's a relatively rare resource. You can't usually find it in shops."

Martin deliberately tried to get information out of her: "Manager Jessica once said that the Jewel Weapons Shop is very wealthy and powerful, and the gold oil is just a small matter for them."

"If you can get your hands on some, get me a few bottles."

"Okay, come pick it up tomorrow afternoon, and bring plenty of money."

After saying that, Kro turned and left.

Martin snapped out of his acting mode, his gaze turning serious: "I never imagined that this treasure weapon shop was colluding with the scum in the Navy, even managing to get his hands on something like Golden Oil."

Yes, he was just asking tentatively, but he never expected that the question would actually come out.

While pirates are frantically conquering towns, the Kuro Pirates have actually gone to Orange Town and become merchants.

The water there is very deep.

What exactly is the Black Cat Pirates up to?

……

"Kro, why won't you let me use hypnosis to hypnotize that swordsmith?"

Zango, with confident dance steps, asked the question.

"I didn't let you use hypnosis because the swordsmith's answers were so flawless that I couldn't find any flaws."

Kro pushed up his glasses with his wrist: "And as a retired naval warrant officer, this guy gives me a strange feeling."

Zango asked, puzzled, "Is that strange?"

Kro nodded: "It's an aura. I met Krieg, the overlord of the East Sea, once. That man had a similar aura to Krieg, but he was more reserved and hid it very well."

He paused for a moment: "It's also possible that my intuition is wrong."

Zango asked, "Should we investigate this thoroughly?"

Kro nodded: "Ask someone."

They soon found Aunt Susan, the neighbor closest to Martin's house, and chatted for a while.

Aunt Susan was quite talkative, but Zango couldn't get any answers from her. So he simply took out a round pendant, waved it in front of her, and used hypnosis on Aunt Susan.

"Tell me, what secret does the knifemaker Martin hold?"

Zango asked.

Hypnotized, Aunt Susan's eyes were vacant as she immediately spoke: "Martin? Martin is so wonderful. He's not only handsome and polite, but also very elegant... Although he's a bit noisy every night, you get used to it. Unlike my old man, he's so boring. I've been a widow for over ten years... If Martin could be with me, I would die happy..."

Zango: ...

Kro: ...

Embarrassed, Zango immediately turned his gaze to Susan's husband, Uncle Sam, and shook the hypnotic pendant again.

"Old man, do you know anything little-known about the knifemaker Martin?"

Zang Gao inquired.

Uncle Sam's eyes were vacant, but his face was beaming with a smile: "As for Martin... this old man is quite envious of Martin."

"Martin's stamina is amazing. I envy him. If I had a wife that beautiful, I'd die happy."

"By the way, Martin's wife, Lorna, is very beautiful. She's a very intelligent woman with long legs and a fantastic figure..."

"Oh, by the way, Martin's recently gotten involved with that pretty widow, Joel. Joel's absolutely gorgeous. I love that type. Too bad I'm too old. If I were twenty years younger, I'd challenge Martin to a duel, and I'd also seduce that young widow, hehehe..."

"By the way, Martin is also called the Tremor-Tremor Fruit user by Nami next door."

Zango: ...

Kro: ...

The two looked at each other, clearly speechless at the elderly couple's blunt honesty.

What kind of nonsense information is this?

User of the Tremor-Tremor Fruit!

Isn't that Whitebeard, one of the Four Emperors?

Wait a minute, is the swordsmith Martin a Devil Fruit user?

Kro and Zango felt like they had discovered a new world!

Chapter 72 Turning Iron into Steel

The following afternoon, Martin arrived at the Treasure Weapon Shop as promised.

The newly opened Treasure Weapon Shop is quite large. In addition to selling weapons, it even has a medicine counter with all kinds of wound medicine, seasickness medicine, and ventilation ointment. It seems that the variety of products it sells has increased a lot.

Zango, who was wearing heart-shaped glasses, greeted Martin with a smile as soon as he arrived at the counter, and Locke followed him out.

"Welcome, Mr. Martin, you've come after all."

"The items are ready for you, and they're not cheap."

As Locke spoke, he pulled a black briefcase from under the counter, unlocked it with his fingers, and handed it to the other person: "You can inspect the goods."

Inside the box were two large glass jars containing a golden liquid.

Martin picked up a bottle of liquid, unscrewed the cap, smelled it, and then nodded: "It smells good. It's not one of those counterfeit products, but the real Golden Oil."

How much is a bottle?

"100 million Pelés a bottle."

"One million? Okay."

Martin didn't haggle. He took out his money bag, poured out the gold coins inside, and selected twenty to push onto the counter.

He was overjoyed; it seemed these pirates didn't understand the true value of this golden oil.

"Mr. Martin is a very straightforward person."

Kro praised, "I never expected you to pay with gold coins."

"No need to praise me, this is all my hard-earned money. I personally like gold, and I've heard that pirates like gold too."

Martin looked at Crow.

"Hehe, may I ask what Mr. Martin intends to do with these things? I've heard that this golden oil is a rare resource within the Navy, and it can make men..."

Kro suddenly asked a question.

"Haha, Mr. Clooney, you'd better not ask too many questions; it involves personal privacy."

Martin whispered, "I have two wives."

Both of them wore smiles that any man would understand.

Seeing that the time was right, Zango simply took out his round pendant and came to Martin.

His hypnosis skills are very powerful; he can hypnotize someone simply by letting them see his round pendant.

Then you can ask whatever you want and do whatever you ask others to do.

Indeed, the claim that Martin possesses the Tremor-Tremor Fruit's power needs further verification; it might be necessary to use hypnosis to clarify the matter.

As it happened, Martin sneezed, and his gaze shifted.

Zango immediately turned around and followed the other person's gaze, only to find that the other person was clutching their stomach again, muttering, "Why does my stomach feel a little sore?"

Since the other person wouldn't look at him, Zango turned to Martin and said simply, "Mr. Martin, I have something to show you?"

Hypnotic techniques require direct eye contact to be effective.

He had to wait until the other person looked directly into his eyes and at the hypnotic device in their hand, so he followed behind them.

"What are you looking at...?"

Martin didn't turn around, but clutched his stomach and muttered to himself in surprise, "Huh, did I eat something wrong today? My stomach feels uncomfortable."

Before he could finish speaking, Martin, who was facing away from Zango, suddenly stuck out his buttocks, and his pants bulged out with a loud "plop".

Zango was facing the other's buttocks when, with a sound, he suddenly felt a surge of warm, humid air rushing towards him. Before he could react, he inhaled the air, and the smell made him feel as if his soul had been expelled from his body.

"It stinks...it stinks so bad!"

The stench was overwhelming. Zan Gao rolled his eyes, saw stars, and collapsed to the ground.

Kro, who had been waiting to watch the show, suddenly changed his expression and pinched his nose.

"Sorry, I accidentally couldn't hold it in."

"I don't know what he's doing behind my butt?"

Martin shrugged and couldn't help but shake his head.

Yes, when he saw that the other party was about to use hypnosis on him, he desperately wrung out his large intestine, which is how he expelled that stream of immortal energy.

He exhaled a breath of immortal energy, feeling comfortable himself and Zang Gao both at ease—killing two birds with one stone.

let's go!

He hurried home, and in the spirit of scientific experimentation, Martin carefully applied a drop of golden oil to his left arm.

The golden Indian herbal oil was crystal clear. It slowly spread and penetrated on his arm, turning a section of his arm golden yellow. Martin immediately felt an indescribable cooling sensation coming from his arm.

It felt like a drop of super-effective Tiger Balm was constantly seeping into his arm, making his skin, muscles, and bones feel this indescribable coolness.

A strong, strange fragrance gradually rose into the air.

A moment later, he felt an intense, burning sensation on his arm.

This feeling is so familiar!

Martin recalled the golden oil he had once redeemed with his merits, which had this kind of spiciness that penetrated to the bone.

"No wonder it's called Golden Oil!"

"The fact that a small pirate crew like the Black Cat Pirates could obtain such rare strategic resources shows how rampant the corruption within the Navy is."

Martin's rant.

The so-called "golden oil" is actually a type of auxiliary oil specifically for training in iron-body hard skills. It can greatly increase physical strength and is of great benefit to iron-body training.