I'm at the top of One Piece

Thus began the Hundred Years' War.

Princess Elizabeth is a ruthless military strategist who commands a portion of the country's army.

The second prince, Ishu, is a shrewd and resourceful man who controls the country's economy and possesses wealth and trade caravans.

The third prince, Morgan, was a powerful swordsman who commanded an elite force of swordsmen.

All three crown princes are talented individuals with considerable support within the country, and each wields a significant portion of the nation's power.

Thus, war broke out.

Even a century later, after the three crown princes had all died of old age, the country still had not been crowned a king.

But centuries later, everything has changed.

On the ruins of this once-prosperous nation, on this island, three families were born who actually controlled the island (nation).

The Elizabethan family, the island's law enforcement force representing the descendants of the First Princess.

The Ishu family, representing the business alliance between the island and the descendants of the second prince.

The Morgan family, representing the descendants of the third prince, is an assassin organization operating underground in the surrounding seas.

They are interdependent yet wary of each other. In this new era of great piracy, none of them can live without the others, and each of them wishes the other two would die quickly so that they could reclaim their thrones.

This is the current state of affairs for the countries on this island.

This is why the island has been plagued by war for many years.

When faced with foreign invasion, the three families would unite as one against the enemy.

However, when there are no external enemies, they often secretly wish they could kill the other two sides.

Their leaders are clever; they know the World Government is a powerful backer, so they have always been a member state of the World Government.

Therefore, as long as they pay the "heavenly gold" on time every year, the government will not care no matter how much infighting occurs within their ranks.

If they encounter an enemy they cannot defeat, the navy will have to step in to help resolve the situation.

It's a very peculiar country that isn't really a country.

Bogart calmly recounted the history of this peculiar country, while Mercer stood with him on the deck, listening to his story.

"I've never seen anything like this before. So, the war on the island is just infighting?"

"Yes, it's an internal power struggle, but this time it's the fiercest one in recent years."

Many outside gangs were hired to participate.

Who knows, this time one family might actually unify the country.

"So which family do you think it is?" Moses asked curiously. "Don't you have a feeling that one family has a better chance of winning?"

Bogart thought for a moment and said, "I don't know, and maybe this country really does have a chance of being destroyed this time."

Moses smiled. "Who knows? It's none of your navy's business. After all, they're a member state, protected by the World Government. You can't interfere."

“That’s true,” Bogart said helplessly, “but it will only be the common people who suffer.”

"You're overthinking it. After hundreds of years of war, every civilian who survived and adapted must have some skills."

Bogart had nothing to say.

It must also be said that the fact that this country could exist without being annexed despite constant warfare next to the military superpower, the Flower Country, shows that its three rulers are no pushovers either.

"Ikas"

The port city on this island.

port.

The warship docked in a nearby corner. Leaning against the railing, Moses watched the pedestrians in the harbor. They looked hurried, and their faces carried a hint of vigilance.

People coming and going at the port all bore obvious signs of weapons and equipment.

Or swords.

Or firearms.

Not only that, but Moses also saw that some people had kitchen knives and rolling pins strapped to their bodies.

It's somewhat comical.

But it's understandable.

For the people here, only weapons can bring them a sense of security.

"So when are you going to find that person? That's your mission."

"Messer asked."

Bogart scoffed, speechless, "How should I know? This is something Kuzan and Garp should be worrying about. I just need to follow orders."

"Oh."

Without offering any comment, Moses waved to the crow Da Bao flying in the sky, who immediately landed on Moses's shoulder.

"Mei, what's wrong?"

Moses said, "Why don't you go explore the island and find out if anything interesting is happening? Just remember to be careful."

Ya Dabao nodded, then kicked off with his claws, flapped his wings and flew into the sky, heading towards the port city.

Seeing this, Bogart's eyes were filled with envy, and he couldn't help but say:

"You crow are really clever, and you don't attract any attention. You're practically a born informant."

"Envy is useless, and this kind of intelligence gathering is probably of little use to you."

With the Navy as your backing, you shouldn't have any trouble finding intelligence.

Bogart disagreed, saying, "It's different. The Navy's intelligence system won't serve just me; it's nowhere near as convenient as your bird."

"Hey Moses, if I actually catch a few crows, will you really train them for me?"

"A maximum of three, plus the cost of raising each one is one million peles. Not to mention my labor costs, the key issue is the cost of preparing some medicinal herbs."

A knowing glint flashed in Bogart's eyes. Sure enough, this kind of taming would involve the use of drugs.

"Okay, I'll contact you when I catch him."

Looking at the distant port, Mercer suddenly laughed: "I'll go take a look around there. We'll probably be staying here for a while."

Bogat nodded. "I'll probably stay for several days."

"Okay, I'll go have some fun."

Mercer braced his left hand on the railing, deftly vaulted over the railing, and jumped off the deck.

It landed steadily on the ground in the port.

He turned back and waved to Bogart with a smile, then strode confidently into the city.

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Chapter 47 The Little Girl Who Uses Magic!

"It's a very bustling street with goods for sale everywhere, but it's also really chaotic."

As Mercer walked down the street, he witnessed no fewer than five brawls along the way.

Not only that, but in some distant areas that we hadn't yet explored, we could faintly hear the sound of gunfire.

In the perception of sight and sound, the aura of many lives dissipates.

Mercer looked at a fruit stand about ten meters away, walked over, and saw that it had a good variety of fruits.

Seeing Messer approach, the stall owner waved his hand dismissively, "Go away, I don't give alms here. Go beg somewhere else. I saw you from afar, looking around the whole way."

Mercer froze, looking at himself in confusion. No, his clothes weren't tattered at all.

"What are you looking at? I've seen plenty of unwanted brats like you. Don't think I won't recognize you just because you're dressed in clean clothes. Get out of here!"

The boss started cursing again, "If you want to fool me, why don't you go find an adult to accompany you? How many more times do you think you can fool me with this stupid trick?"

I've already learned my lesson the hard way, so I'd better get out of here. I'm not running a charity.

Moses silently took out a five-hundred-yuan coin with a small dragon printed on it from his pocket and said calmly:

"How many can I buy? I want apples."

The shopkeeper's expression froze for a moment, then he pursed his lips, reached out and took the apples, saying, "Apples, 500 berries per pound."

The shopkeeper picked out several apples, put them in a bag, and handed it to him. Mercer took it, weighed it in his hand, and raised an eyebrow.

"Your scale is inaccurate, it's obviously too heavy, two ounces too heavy."

Upon hearing the first part of the sentence, the boss's lips curled into a smile, and he was about to unleash a torrent of abuse. However, upon hearing the second part, he fell silent, and then his expression turned fierce.

"Get lost, stop spouting so much nonsense. I'm a shrewd physiographer, I don't need your ramblings."

Mercer looked at the kind-hearted fruit vendor, smiled, took a bright red apple from his bag, and wiped it on his clothes.

Click!

One bite, and it was crisp and sweet, absolutely delicious. Mercer grinned, his cheeks puffed out.

"Actually, you've mistaken me for someone else. I just arrived on this island today. I secretly got off the ship and came here to play by myself."

"Can you explain? Why are you treating me like a beggar?"

Seeing Moses' appearance, and upon closer inspection, noting that Moses' hands were smooth and not rough, and that he had no unusual odor, the shopkeeper began to believe him.

But then, his face darkened, and his lips twitched:

"So, you're saying you have money?"

Mercer smiled and nodded. "Of course, so are you going to steal me? I've been wandering around here for a while now, and the visibility isn't very good."

The boss's expression turned cold. "Since you know the visibility isn't very good, then hurry up and go back. This port city is controlled by the Ishu family, and their business is very prosperous."

A glint flashed in Moses' eyes as he looked at his boss with some surprise:

Could you elaborate?