I'm at the top of One Piece

It's different from the sea you experience on a warship.

Staying on a warship always gives me a sense of unease, like a drifting duckweed.

Here, sitting on the ground gives you a sense of grounded security.

Mercer enjoyed the feeling; it was comfortable, his breath rising and falling, feeling the rhythm of his breathing in the sea breeze, the rhythm of his breathing in the undulating waves, and the rhythm of his breathing on the shore rocks.

Heaven and man are one.

Experience the beauty of nature.

His breathing rose and fell slowly, like a rock.

Gradually, it became as if the person was in harmony with the environment.

Empty your mind and imagine yourself as a rock, achieving a state of tranquility.

Not far ahead, buoys on the sea gently rise and fall with the waves, amidst blue sky, white clouds, beach, reefs, and anglers.

Everything was so natural.

No fish bit the hook.

Mercer just stood there quietly, lost in thought.

until.

Seeing the buoy stranded on the rocks, Mercer snapped out of his daze, feeling somewhat helpless.

“I chose a spot where the water was deep enough, and it still got stranded because of the receding tide.”

"Just kidding."

Mercer muttered a helpless complaint.

"Pfft! Hehehe, little brother, you're so funny!"

A clear, sweet laugh rang out beside her. Mercer didn't turn around. The next moment, the newcomer let out a sullen "Hmm."

"Little brother, your big sister is talking to you."

Immediately afterward, a finger pointed at him, and Mercer leaned back at just the right moment, revealing a slender, white index finger.

Moses turned to look.

A girl of about twelve or thirteen years old appeared here.

About the same size as Hancock.

Her dark green hair was tied up with a bright yellow polka-dot headscarf, and she wore an orange plaid sleeveless shirt and knee-length off-white shorts.

Bare feet wearing a pair of slippers.

She was looking at him with her cheeks puffed out, looking quite pretty.

With his right hand outstretched and fingers spread, he reached out to touch Moses' head.

"Big sister isn't a bad person. Are you here alone? Where are your family?"

The girl asked curiously.

As Mercer watched her outstretched right hand, he raised his fishing rod one notch, blocking her right hand.

"By the way, who are you? Also, usually people who say things like that are human traffickers. We probably don't know each other, right?"

This place is so big, is there something you need from me?

Also, don't touch anyone inappropriately; we don't know each other well.

Moses looked at her calmly.

"Hey, little brother, you're really interesting. I've noticed you here for quite a while now, sitting here fishing like a block of wood."

"And you seem unfamiliar with the place. Are you new to our windmill village?"

"Oh, by the way, my name is Makino, and yours is little brother."

A knowing glint flashed in his eyes as Mercer looked at her, her image slowly merging with that of the neighbor girl from his memories.

“Messer, my name is Messer.”

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Chapter 22 I'm really not a human trafficker!

"Little brother Messer, where is your family? Where are your parents?"

"Makino asked."

Seeing that this guy was rather outgoing and smelled strongly of seafood, Mercer asked, "Are you here beachcombing?"

Makino was taken aback for a moment, then realized what she meant and covered her mouth with a laugh:

"That's right, the older sister came here to collect some fish while the tide was out."

But how did you know?

I've noticed you've been standing here in a daze; you probably haven't even noticed me.

“The smell.” Mercer wrinkled his nose. “You smell fishy, ​​like the smell of rotting dead fish.”

Makino raised a delicate eyebrow and smiled slightly. "Not bad."

With such a keen sense of smell, it smells like dead fish.

I accidentally stepped on a dead fish. Even though I washed it, the smell hasn't gone away yet.

"Hmm~, can you tell me now?" Makino said, "It's already noon, lunchtime. Where are your family?"

"They're not here; I'm all alone."

Moses lies without hesitation.

Makino blinked. "Not here?"

"Are you alone? How do you eat? Is no one taking care of you?"

Mercer lifted the fishing rod and reeled in the line.

Do I need someone else to manage me?

"No need. I won't starve. I can hunt, cook, and I know how to identify and gather herbs. I won't starve."

Mercer turned to look at Makino. "So? Tell me, I can survive on my own, why do I need anyone else to take care of me?"

next second.

Moses saw pity in Makino's eyes.

With a twitch at the corner of his mouth, Moses was helpless.

"What kind of look is that?"

“Little Messer, stop fooling yourself,” Makino said with pity. “You can’t even catch a fish, how can you support yourself?”

"Alright, I'm in a good mood today. Since you've been chatting with me, I'll treat you to lunch. Come to my house with me."

"You're really not a human trafficker?" Mercer squinted at her. "Why are you so nice to strangers?"

Makino flashed a bright smile and reached out to grab Mercer's arm:

"Sister isn't a human trafficker, and you're not a stranger either. Didn't we just exchange names?"

Her radiant smile was almost dazzling. This time, Mercer didn't dodge her grip.

He grabbed Mercer's left arm with his right hand, made a cute "hey-hoo" sound, and then pulled Mercer up with force.

"That's right, big sister isn't a bad person."

"Let's go, I'm going home to cook lunch today, it's been a great day."

Makino pulled Moses aside and picked up a fish basket about ten meters away.

Mercer put away his fishing rod, revealing a number of palm-sized sea fish and some shellfish, sea urchins, and conch.

Walking along the beach into the village, passing through several streets and alleys, we arrived at the back door of a two-story bungalow.

Makino released Mercer and took the key out of her pocket.

Kata!

The door opened.

Inside is a spacious courtyard.

"Let's go in."

Upon entering the courtyard, Makino led Messer into the house.

Open the window.

This is the layout of a bar, with a bar counter, wine racks, and tables and chairs, with the chairs upside down on the tables.

It is clear that the business is not operating.

The room was very clean.

Makino poured Mercer a glass of water behind the bar, smiling as she said:

"Little Messer, please sit down first. I'll go to the kitchen to cook. We'll be able to have delicious seafood rice in a little while."

Watching her walk from the bar to the kitchen, Mercer stared at the water in his glass with some boredom.

With a thought, the light screen panel appeared in my field of vision.

Soul Crystal: [F*268]

Looking at the balance in the Soul Crystal section, it was 268 F-grade Soul Crystals that Messer had accumulated over the years while hunting.

"Soul crystals can be fused and decomposed, so how many F-grade soul crystals are needed to synthesize an E-grade soul crystal?"

"250."

A few seconds later, looking at the remaining Soul Crystals in the Soul Crystal section.