I collect everything in the One Piece world.

Robin's ears turned slightly red, but he didn't push Morsen away. Instead, he leaned back slightly and nestled in Morsen's arms.

She tilted her head slightly to look at Mo Sen, a faint smile playing on her lips, and said softly, "So, how would you like to relax, Captain?"

Instead of answering, Mosen gave his answer through his actions.

Meanwhile, in a bedroom on the fourth floor, Bakala was humming a tune as she took clothes out of her suitcase and hung them in the closet.

She had an astonishing number of clothes, skirts of all colors and styles, plus tops, coats and accessories, filling three large boxes and hanging up an entire closet.

In addition to jewelry, she opened the jewelry box and placed all the jewelry on the dressing table. She admired it with satisfaction before putting it away.

"Hmm...that's about it. Go check on how Robin's tidying up is going, and invite her to join us for afternoon tea."

As she pondered this, Bakala turned and walked out of the room, descending the stairs.

As she passed the door of the third-floor library, she suddenly stopped.

The library door wasn't completely closed; there was a crack, and a familiar sound could be faintly heard coming from it.

Bakara tiptoed to the crack in the door and peeked inside. Her pretty face instantly turned bright red.

Seeing this, Bakara couldn't help but curse inwardly: What a pervert! In broad daylight! In the library! And he didn't even close the door properly!

She was about to slip away quietly, pretending that she hadn't seen anything.

But as soon as he turned around, a small air door suddenly appeared out of thin air on the door panel in front of him.

She lost her balance and tumbled into the library.

"Ouch!"

When she looked up again, she met Morsen's teasing eyes and Robin's embarrassed and annoyed expression.

"Hey, isn't this Bakara?" Mosen looked at her with a smile. "You've come at the perfect time. Robin needs an assistant."

Bakala quickly waved her hands: "No, no, no, I was just passing by! You guys continue, I didn't see anything, I'll be going now!"

However, before she could get up, Mosen pulled her onto the sofa.

Mosen grabbed her wrist with one hand, while his other hand began to skillfully roam.

“Since you’re here, don’t be in such a hurry to leave.” Morsen’s smile carried an undeniable air of authority: “Robin is having a hard time on her own, so come and help her.”

Bakara tried to struggle, but quickly realized that she was no match for Mosen. All her struggles were futile and powerless in front of Mosen.

In less than two minutes, she was already fighting alongside Robin, and the duet in the library began.

About half an hour later, Reiju in the laboratory finally finished tidying up the basic layout of the room.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead, picked up the notepad, wrote a few notes on it, and nodded in satisfaction.

There's another batch of materials in Mo Sen's collection catalog; once those are organized, everything will be finished.

But before that, she had to find Mosen first. She remembered that Mosen had just said he was going to help Robin organize her books.

The library door was still ajar, but the sounds coming from the crack were even richer than before.

Not only is there Robin's voice, but also Bakala's voice; the two voices intertwine to create a vivid and evocative scene.

Reiju's cheeks instantly flushed red as she stood outside the door. Of course, she knew what was happening inside; it wasn't the first time she'd heard it.

Her first reaction was to leave quickly, pretending that she hadn't heard anything, but strangely, her feet seemed to be nailed to the spot, and she couldn't take a step.

As I listened, my heart started racing, my cheeks grew hotter, and my breathing became unsteady.

She bit her lip, waging a fierce internal struggle.

Reason told her she should leave immediately, but curiosity and a longing for some unknown emotion made her stay, almost against her will.

She quietly peeked through the crack in the door and felt her heart pounding in her chest.

She tried to look away, but found she couldn't. Her mind was a jumble of thoughts.

She should leave, she really should leave, but her body wouldn't obey her commands.

Feeling her heart pounding and her cheeks burning, Reiju's eyes gradually became hazy, yet there was a strange determination within them.

After a moment, she finally made up her mind, raised her hand, and pushed the door open.

Reiju blushed even more when she felt Mosen's gaze fall on her.

His lips trembled slightly; he wanted to say something but couldn't utter a single word.

So she decided to say nothing, walk straight in, tiptoe, and kiss him.

Mosen was slightly taken aback, but quickly began to respond to her feelings.

Soon, another voice was heard in the library, turning the duet into a trio.

In the orchard outside the castle, Nami had just finished planting the last orange sapling.

She stood up, stretched, and looked at the row of neat saplings with satisfaction, feeling a sense of accomplishment.

"Hahaha! I'm so amazing. I wonder how these orange trees are any different from the oranges in Cocoyasi Village."

As Nami spoke, she walked to the stone bench next to her, sat down, picked up a glass of juice and gulped down several mouthfuls, then handed Chopper a glass of milk who was watering the medicinal herbs.

"Chopper, you should rest for a while and have some milk."

"Thank you, Nami!" Chopper took the milk, plopped down on the stone bench, held the cup with his two little hooves, and gulped it down.

Just then, a faint sound drifted over from the direction of the castle.

Chopper's ears twitched, and he looked up in confusion towards the castle: "Hmm? I think I heard Reiju's voice? Is she in some danger?"

Nami also heard the voice, and her expression instantly became complicated.

However, considering that Chopper was still there, she took a deep breath and said, "It's okay, it's okay, the captain is probably training her."

"Oh, it's training." Chopper suddenly realized, and continued drinking his milk with peace of mind. "The captain is really diligent, not even taking a break this afternoon."

"Yeah, he's really too 'diligent'." Nami gritted her teeth, cursing Morsen eight hundred times in her mind.

What a pervert! In broad daylight! And in the library no less! Can't he be a little more considerate?!

The more she thought about it, the angrier and more aggrieved she became. Why was it that even Reiju had surpassed her now?

And at this rate, Hancock will probably catch up with her soon.

Thinking of this, Nami looked down at her chest, gestured with her hand, and her eyes gradually became determined.

She has grown up and is no longer that naive little girl.

No matter what, she couldn't be the last one; at least... she had to get ahead of Hancock!

In the evening, a long table in the castle's dining room was laden with a sumptuous feast.

After a whole afternoon of absurdity, Morsen, Robin, Baccarat, and Reiju finally appeared at the dining table.

Robin maintained his elegant and composed demeanor, but there was a hint of weariness between his brows, and his hand holding the coffee cup trembled slightly.

Bakala, on the other hand, leaned back in her chair, looking completely drained, barely able to even hold a fork.

Needless to say, Reiju kept her head down the whole time, as if she wanted to bury her face in the plate, and her ears were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

She still can't understand where she got the courage to kiss him so readily.

……

Only Mo Sen, with skin as thick as a city wall, showed no embarrassment whatsoever. Instead, he looked refreshed and ate the dishes on the table with great appetite, as if he had just had a comfortable workout that afternoon.

"Hmm, this fish is cooked quite well." Mosen picked up a piece of grilled fish and nodded in satisfaction. "By the way, how's your preparations going?"

Nami sat across the table, stabbing the steak on her plate with her fork, her tone filled with resentment and frustration: "Captain, you're so 'busy' this afternoon, how do you still have time to care about our packing progress?"

These words immediately created a subtle atmosphere at the dinner table.

Bakala and Robin looked up at the same time, glaring at Morsen with annoyance; their legs were still weak.

Reiju lowered her head even further, almost burying it in the plate.

Only Morsen remained unfazed. He raised an eyebrow, put down his chopsticks, and waved his hand at Nami, his tone carrying a hint of threat: "What? Starting to talk about the captain again? I think your ass needs a spanking again, doesn't it?"

Nami instinctively shrank her neck, after all, the painful experience of being spanked by Morsen was still fresh in her mind.

But then she thought about it again and immediately straightened her back. A spanking? That's exactly what she wanted!

Instead of backing down, she blinked her big eyes and deliberately gave Morsen a flirtatious wink, her voice sickeningly sweet: "Come on, come on, Captain, hit me if you want, I'm not afraid of pain~"

Looking at her affected expression, Mosen felt a chill run down his spine. He turned to Chopper beside him and said in a serious tone, "Chopper, after you finish eating, check Nami to see if the sea breeze has caused her facial muscle spasms."

"Pfft!" Bakala couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of soup.

"Mosen!!!" Nami was so angry she almost dumped the plate on his head: "You're the one with facial muscle spasms! I call this charm! Don't you know what charm is?!"

She slashed fiercely at the steak on the plate, the clinking of her knife and fork creating a jarring sound, as if that steak were the embodiment of Morsen himself.

Mo Sen found her sullen expression rather amusing, chuckled, and continued to eat his meat heartily.

Seeing this, Bakara's eyes lit up, and she leaned close to Nami's ear and whispered a few words.

Nami's expression changed from anger to confusion, then from confusion to sudden realization, and finally to a mischievous grin.

Her big eyes darted around, glancing at Mo Sen every now and then, a meaningful smile playing on her lips.

Chapter 254, Whitebeard: His addiction to taking in sons has returned; Ace at sea?

The Whitebeard Pirates, the Moby Dick.

The massive whale-headed prow cut through the waves, and the deck was filled with the voices of the Whitebeard Pirates.

At that moment, Jozu was kneeling in front of Whitebeard, head bowed, his voice filled with shame and regret: "Father, I... lost."

“That Blackmosen is indeed stronger than me. I have failed your trust and the name of the Whitebeard Pirates.”

His hands were clenched into fists and pressed against the deck, trembling slightly with emotion.

After becoming the third division commander of the Whitebeard Pirates, he rarely experienced defeat. This defeat not only shattered his pride and confidence but also made him feel particularly heavy-hearted.

Edward Newgate, with his white beard, sat in his specially made, enormous chair, holding a wine bowl larger than his head.

After hearing Joz's words, he did not respond immediately. Instead, he tilted his head back and took a big gulp of wine, then let out a loud and hearty laugh.

"Gulalalalala! Losing is losing, what's there to be ashamed of! Victory and defeat are common in war, do you really think your father would look down on you because of a single win or loss?"

Joz looked up at the white-bearded man's smiling face, and his guilt lessened slightly, but he was still somewhat troubled: "But Dad, I..."