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"Judging by the quality of your materials, you can't possibly bring me some scrap metal and ask me to forge a sharp knife for you, can you?"

"I can't do that."

"Haha, how could that be? I, Jeff, am not that kind of person."

After exchanging a few words, Moses returned to his cabin.

……

Karp's room.

As soon as I entered, I saw Kuzan and Garp turning back through the window.

Upon seeing Moses approach, Garp smiled and said:

"You'll be back on Drum Island in half a day. Don't miss Grandpa."

"Okay, I don't want to."

Capton's face darkened.

"Oh my, old man, if it were me, I would definitely give him a loving punch."

Kuzan stood by, laughing and fanning the flames.

Moses glanced at him sideways, too lazy to pay him any attention, and walked to the coffee table to pick up her teacup and take a big gulp of water.

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of your partner. You can go with peace of mind."

Kuzan's lips twitched, and he glared at Messer through gritted teeth, saying, "I have nothing to do with her. Don't talk nonsense."

"Yes, I know. You two are fine. Don't worry, I won't go around telling anyone."

Kuzan silently turned to Garp: "Old man, can I beat him up?"

A glint flashed in Garp's eyes, and he smiled, "I'm too old for you to concern myself with your affairs."

Upon hearing this, Kuzan's lips twitched.

"Hey!"

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Drum Island.

On the ice along the coast.

After waving to Garp, Messer turned and walked towards the island.

They disappeared into the snowy forest in no time.

on the deck.

Kuzan's eyes were deep and unfathomable. Garp, who was standing next to him, glanced at him and sighed, "Let's go. Everyone's gone. You don't need to look anymore."

Kuzan paused, turning his head to look at Garp, sensing that there was something more to his words.

But they found nothing unusual.

However, since this "old man" is one of our own, there's no need to investigate further.

I decided to stop thinking about it.

In the snowy forest.

Gaa gaa gaa! Gaa—

Ya Dabao flew through the air as fast as the wind, emitting excited, hoarse, and loud cries.

The snow-covered mountains and fields, and the cold air, made it feel very comfortable and cozy.

Even the cold air seemed to carry the scent of Crow Girl.

Perona and Robin peered out of the castle room window, marveling at the perpetual winter landscape.

Instead of rushing home, Mercer went first to the ski resort town of Kesta, which has the island’s most bustling commercial street.

In a clothing store.

warm and cozy.

Mercer called out the sizes and quickly bought several beautiful winter outfits.

Two girls', Kureha's, and of course, her own.

People carrying large and small bags left the store.

They bought a lot of things in the town, including Kureha's favorite plum wine.

In the alley.

Ya Dabao put the items into the castle and put them away in a categorized manner.

Walking on a path in the snowy forest.

Snowflakes were falling from the sky.

Gorgeous.

A creaking sound echoed underfoot.

Mercer walked home through the endless snow, while Perona, dressed in a cotton coat, ran happily ahead of her.

Wearing cotton gloves, he would occasionally grab a handful of snowflakes from the snow, knead them into a ball, and then turn around and throw them at Messer with a smile.

Dodge, dodge, and dodge again.

Another snowball is thrown at us.

A # character popped out from Mei's forehead, and she caught it with a casual wave of her hand.

Mercer swung his arm and threw the snowball, which landed precisely on Perona's forehead.

A gasp of surprise rang out.

I plopped down in the snow.

Mercer's lips curled slightly.

Nico Robin walked quietly beside Mercer, wearing a fluffy white hat, her eyes occasionally glancing curiously at her surroundings.

Since we can't resist, we might as well enjoy it.

Have you always lived here?

A clear voice, tinged with a hint of detachment, rang out, "Of course, if you don't want to talk about it, that's fine too. After all, I'm just someone being monitored."

"Aren't you being narcissistic?" Mercer said calmly. "If you want to leave, go ahead. I don't have the time to monitor you."

Robin was surprised.

During her time on the ship, she didn't have many opportunities to talk to Mercer, and her understanding of the boy beside her came from Perona, but all she got were comments that he was rude, abusive, and a jerk.

However, she could tell that it was all just a haughty remark; when Perona spoke of Mercer, her eyes were filled with joy.

And they also knew that the two had only just met.

It hasn't even been a month yet.

This can be considered their first interaction.

Robin was very puzzled, so he asked directly, "Then why did you bring me up here? And why did you help me back then?"

“It was Kuzan.” Mercer glanced at her and said, “Kuzan found you first. He seemed to have mixed feelings about you, so he thought he’d tease him a bit.”

"Of course, there's also some sympathy for what you've been through, so I'm just helping out as a sideline, since it doesn't really affect me anyway."

"So what is he thinking? How does he view me?"

"How would I know what a 30-something-year-old bachelor is thinking? I can't be bothered to guess."

Robin's eyes fell silent, and she stopped talking, simply following Mercer in silence. As for leaving on her own, she hadn't decided yet.

The days of wandering and displacement were exhausting.

I used to live in fear every day, but things are different now. I've been arrested, even though the people around me said I could leave whenever I wanted.

Then I'll stay with him for a few days and see. If there's any danger, as long as that person isn't here, I should be able to escape on my own.

Just then, Perona, cheeks puffed out and rubbing her forehead, bumped into me.

Mercer dodged and hooked her ankle with his right foot, sending Perona flying backwards, sprawling on the snow.

In an instant.

"Ugh! Mercer, you're bullying me again! Can't you just let me have my way?"

Perona, looking frantic, got up and reached for Mercer.

With a natural dodge and a quick shift, Perona couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

Soon after, he sat down in the snow, panting heavily, his legs spread apart, exhaling puffs of white steam.

Tiny beads of sweat appeared on her smooth, snow-white forehead, her delicate face was flushed red, and she stuck out her little tongue, glaring at Moses:

"Can't you let me grab it?"

Mercer laughed, "Pepe, your physical fitness is so poor, you're like a chicken."

"Also, don't let your breathing become disordered. You must maintain a rhythm of breathing at all times. The breathing method I'm teaching you isn't just for simple breathing."

Mercer stepped forward, grabbed her face with both hands, and pulled it to both sides.

Perona shuddered, recoiled, forcefully shook off Mercer's hand, and exclaimed in surprise, her eyes wide:

"Your hands are so cold."

Robin watched the two playfully teasing each other, a slight smile playing on his lips, but he quickly pursed his lips and looked down at his gloved hands.

After playing around, the two continued to follow Mercer.

We played and joked around the whole way, so we didn't feel bored at all.