I collect everything in the One Piece world.

Aaron is still waiting for her 100 million Berries! She can't let herself get trapped!

Seeing Nami's eyes welling up with tears again, her face pale and her body trembling slightly, Mo Sen's smile gradually faded, and his expression became solemn and gentle.

He took another step forward, closing the distance between them. Then, under Nami's horrified yet slightly bewildered gaze, he raised his hand and gently ruffled Nami's soft, orange short hair.

"I'm serious about adventure." Morsen looked directly into Nami's slightly flustered eyes. His voice wasn't loud, but it reached Nami's ears clearly, carrying a heavy weight.

"When I said I wanted to be your captain, I meant it. And when I said I'd let you take care of your own affairs before I left, that was more sincere than gold."

He paused, his gaze seemingly piercing through Nami's disguise, revealing the deepest fear and determination in her heart.

"So, I will help you solve those things that you are worried about, those things that make you have to risk stealing pirates' treasure, make up stories to protect yourself, and even call on a stranger 'captain' to escape."

"This is a promise I, as the 'captain,' make to my 'crew.'" Mosen's eyes were serious and honest, without a trace of mockery or falsehood.

Nami stared blankly at Mosen upon hearing this, a complex mix of shock, confusion, and doubt swirling within her.

He knows everything about me? What does he mean? Is it Ah Long? Cocoyasi Village? Or something else?

When the thought first came to mind, Nami found it absurd, but the certainty in Morsen's words didn't sound like empty talk; it seemed more like a promise made after knowing the inside story.

A brief silence fell over the room. Outside on the balcony, Robin and Bakala also stopped whispering and watched the scene quietly.

"You...you know about me? But...how is that possible?" Nami's eyes were still wet with tears, and confusion and helplessness replaced her previous fear and cunning.

These words conveyed so much information that she was momentarily stunned and didn't understand what was going on. Hadn't they just met for the first time?

Mosen's fingers gently traced her warm cheek, wiping away the remaining moisture with a tender and natural motion.

“Nothing is impossible, Nami. Sometimes, the encounters between people are just so wonderful and unreasonable.” He smiled slightly, with a touch of感慨 about the arrangements of fate.

"You might not believe it, but my main purpose in returning to the East China Sea this time was to find you. I just didn't expect to run into you in such a dramatic way in Loguetown."

He paused, a genuine hint of pleasure flashing in his eyes: "So, when I heard you call me 'Captain' in the square, I was very happy."

"Although I know it was a temporary expedient for you, to me it's like a signal from fate that made things easier."

He ruffled Nami's hair again, his tone filled with unquestionable responsibility: "Since you call me 'Captain,' then as captain, it is only right and proper for me to solve the troubles that are bothering my crew."

"So, you don't need to worry about anything from now on, just follow me."

"I will help you solve all those annoying problems so that you have no worries."

As he spoke, his gaze drifted to the window, as if he could already see a small village shrouded in gloom in the East China Sea.

"After we leave Loguetown, I will go with you back to your hometown."

"Get rid of those damned fish-man pirates completely." Mosen's voice was calm, yet carried a resolute force.

These words struck Nami's heart like a heavy hammer. She stared blankly at Morsen, at the undisguised seriousness and determination on his face, and felt the weighty promise in his words.

Ah Long... Cocoa West Village... completely resolved... These words combined represent a scene she never dared to dream of!

Bakala and Robin on the balcony, upon hearing this, also had a knowing look in their eyes.

Bakara whispered to Robin, "So this is the 'genius navigator' the captain has been talking about? No wonder he's been so interested in him."

"But what does he mean by what he's saying now? So, are all the things this girl just said true? Judging from your reactions, I thought she was lying."

Robin pondered for a moment and said softly, "Perhaps the story isn't quite as it was just said, but judging from Morsen's words, she was indeed entangled in some troublesome matters, which is why she had no choice but to do this."

"It seems that this navigator carries a rather heavy past. However, with Morsen around, that past may soon become a true 'past,' and we will have a new companion."

They had long been accustomed to Mosen's seemingly omniscient and mysterious source of information. This mystery did not make them uneasy; on the contrary, as it was confirmed time and time again, it increased their trust and reliance on Mosen.

So if the captain says he'll solve it, then he definitely will.

Chapter 70, Problem-Solving Skills (Please read on!)

Inside the room, Nami was still reeling from the shock. Her brain was struggling to process the immense amount of information contained in Morsen's words.

He crossed mountains and seas just to find her? He came all the way to the East China Sea for her? And he even said he'd help her solve her problems?

All of this sounds too fantastical, too unreal, just like those tragic stories she fabricated to deceive her targets, stories that even she herself didn't quite believe.

She snapped out of her reverie and looked at Mo Sen, as if making a final confirmation, her voice trembling almost imperceptibly: "Then... do you know what my dream is?"

Upon hearing this, Mosen smiled and said clearly and confidently, "Draw a map of the entire world, right? My navigator, Miss."

“Navigator…” Nami murmured, repeating the word over and over, her doubts vanishing.

He actually knew! Not only did he know about Ah Long and Coco Yaxi Village, he even knew about her deepest dream, a dream that was almost extinguished by reality!

Having confirmed this, Nami was overwhelmed with mixed emotions. It turned out that someone really would cross mountains and seas to find her, value her so much, and even know her deepest desires.

This feeling of being valued, understood, and even "destined" to be found was something she had never experienced before.

Just like the exaggerated plots in those mindless novels, a handsome and gentle male protagonist suddenly appears out of nowhere and helps the female protagonist solve one problem after another.

Nami never believed in these things before; she thought anyone who did was an idiot.

But when it actually happened to her, she finally understood how wonderful that feeling was.

Most people don't believe in free lunches, but when one does fall from the sky, and it happens to be their favorite flavor, they'll want to try it no matter how much they hesitate.

Thinking about this, Nami couldn't help but feel even more confused and fearful.

What kind of people are Mosen and his crew? Although the newspapers describe them as "righteous pirate hunters," seeing is believing, and their actions don't seem to be so "rule-abiding."

Does a petty thief like myself, who only knows how to steal and lie and has no fighting ability, really deserve this sudden attention and promise? Could they have some other motive?

However, these doubts seemed so insignificant in the face of Mosen's statement that the problem would be "completely resolved."

If... if Mosen could really help her deal with A Long's gang and liberate Cocoyasi Village, then no matter what kind of person he was, no matter what he wanted her to do, she would be willing to give up her life!

This is not only an immense favor, but also the goal she has been striving to achieve for many years, painstakingly accumulating 100 million Berries!

Thinking of this, Nami's originally fearful and uneasy heart gradually calmed down.

She took a deep breath, looked up, and when she looked at Mosen again, she suddenly felt a little strangely embarrassed.

Her desperate cry of "Captain!" unexpectedly led to so many unforeseen events.

"Then... what should I do?" Nami asked in a low voice, her voice still carrying a hint of uncertainty.

She was used to trading, used to giving in order to receive, and not used to this sudden, seemingly selfless "rescue".

Mosen smiled, a smile that seemed to dispel all gloom: "You don't need to do anything special. Just get some sleep and leave your troubles to me. That's all you need to do as a crew member right now."

He could see that the hesitation in Nami's eyes had not completely disappeared, and he knew that words alone would not be enough to put her at ease.

Then, he changed the subject, his tone becoming more confident and assertive: "Of course, it's probably unrealistic to reassure you with empty words. So next, I'm going to show you firsthand what kind of strength and confidence your 'captain' truly possesses."

As he spoke, a faint light flashed in Mosen's left palm, and a neatly folded World Economic News newspaper, still smelling of ink, appeared out of thin air.

The front page headline featured a detailed report on "Pirate Hunter 'The Collector' Blackmosen killing Shichibukai 'Crocodile' Crocodile".

“These are my ‘achievements’ on the Grand Line,” Mosen said calmly.

Nami stared at the shocking headlines and photos in the newspaper, her mouth slightly agape. She knew about it, of course; killing a Shichibukai was a feat only a truly powerful individual could accomplish!

But it's not over yet.

Immediately afterwards, Mosen raised his right hand as well, and his palm also glowed faintly.

Then, a scene that Nami would never forget happened.

Stacks of neatly bundled large banknotes began to fall from Mosen's palms as if by magic, and then piled up one after another on the wooden floor of the room.

Ten stacks, fifty stacks, one hundred stacks, two hundred stacks...

The banknotes piled higher and higher, wider and wider, until soon a dazzling little mountain of money, half a person high, was built on the floor in front of Nami, exuding the unique scent of ink and money!

Preliminary estimates suggest its value far exceeds 100 million Berries, and could even be hundreds of millions!

The bright green Pele banknotes gleamed alluringly under the light; their sheer, massive stacks of them were more persuasive than any words!

The entire room seemed to be illuminated by this "mountain of money." Bakala, standing on the balcony, stared in disbelief.

Robin covered her mouth and chuckled, thinking that the captain's "simple and crude" way of proving things was probably the most effective for Nami, a girl who loved money and desperately needed money to solve her predicament.

At this moment, Nami was completely dumbfounded!

Her big eyes widened, and her pupils reflected the glittering Bailey Hill!

All of Ah Long's worries and confusion vanished at this moment, overwhelmed by the tangible "gold mountain" before him, radiating an irresistible allure!

She had seen money, stolen money, and dreamed of money, but she had never seen so many, so direct, and so impactful images!

Stacks of pele appeared out of one person's hand as if by magic, piling up into a mountain! This dual visual and psychological shock almost caused her brain to shut down!

Looking at Nami's adorable, almost ethereal expression, Mosen's smile was full of confidence and composure. He clapped his hands lightly, as if he had only done something insignificant.

"See that? That's my strength." Morsen's voice pulled Nami back to reality from her shock: "Financial resources, combat power, and... the ability and determination to solve problems."

He walked over to the pile of Berries, casually picked up a stack, weighed it in his hand, and then looked at Nami, who was still petrified, his tone gentle yet firm:

"So trust me, and trust the choice you've made. Now, pack your things, take your treasure, and then..."

Mosen extended his hand to Nami in an inviting gesture, his face extremely serious.

"Join your captain and win back the future that belongs to you!"

Chapter 71, Smoker's Frustration, [Smoke Fist] (Please read on!)

The next morning, at the Loguetown Naval Base, Mosen arrived once again.

However, compared to the harmonious atmosphere of "military-civilian cooperation" yesterday, today's atmosphere was more tense.

The office of Smoker was even more filled with smoke than yesterday. The "White Hunter" colonel had two thick cigars dangling from his lips, and his sharp eyes were fixed on Morsen sitting opposite him like searchlights, his gaze as if he wanted to burn two holes in Morsen.

In contrast, Morsen was much more relaxed. He seemed oblivious to the almost tangible gaze, leisurely sipping the hot tea that Tashigi had just served, occasionally exchanging a few words with Tashigi, who stood to the side looking somewhat at a loss.

"Miss Tashigi, this tea is quite good. Is it a specialty of Loguetown?"

“Ah, yes, yes, Mr. Morsen. It’s a local herbal tea…” Tashigi answered softly, her eyes darting back and forth between Morsen and her own colonel, feeling immense pressure.

As a friend, she felt she couldn't let the atmosphere become too tense, but as a subordinate, she couldn't defy Smoker's anger. She could only grit her teeth and try to maintain a calm facade, while praying in her heart that the standoff would end quickly.

"Hmph!" Smoker snorted heavily through his nose, white smoke rings billowing far away, showing his extreme displeasure.

Mosen finally put down his teacup, met Smoker's murderous gaze, and helplessly spread his hands: "Colonel Smoker, you say I took the execution platform, you need to provide evidence, right?"

"Instead of glaring at me here, you'd be better off finding a few skilled carpenters to quickly make a new one and put it back. Otherwise, tourists won't have anywhere to take photos, which would negatively impact the tourism revenue of Rogge Town."