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"Tsk, kid, is that all you can drink?" Dr. Kureha's cheeks were slightly flushed, but her eyes remained sharp. She tilted her head back and took a big gulp, then wiped her mouth with her sleeve with a flourish.

"You think you can fool my Chopper with such a simple trick? You're a hundred years too early!"

Mo Sen laughed heartily, showing no sign of being outdone. With a wave of his hand, several bottles of fine wine that looked quite valuable appeared out of thin air on the wooden box.

"You really have a good capacity for alcohol! But don't underestimate me! Let's go again! Northern men never admit defeat when it comes to drinking!" With that, he grabbed a bottle of liquor and tilted his head back to gulp it down.

Beside them, a little reindeer with a blue nose and a pink hat was surrounded by several beautiful women.

Nami giggled and hugged Chopper, ruffling his fur until it was a little messy.

"Wow! It's so fluffy and feels so good!" Baccarat's eyes lit up; she was completely captivated by Chopper's adorable appearance.

"Ugh...don't do this..." Chopper protested softly, but because he still had the delicious candy the other person had given him in his mouth, he was too embarrassed to struggle too hard and could only half-heartedly be "ravaged".

When Bakara called him cute, he became so shy that he twisted his whole body into a pretzel, but subconsciously retorted, "Idiot! Even if you call me cute, I won't be happy! You jerk!"

Robin sat a little further away, a gentle smile on her face, occasionally exchanging a few words with Chopper.

She seemed very interested in medicine and the unique plants and animals of Drum Island, asking insightful questions and demonstrating a wide range of knowledge.

Chopper, who was initially a little nervous and shy, lit up when talking about his field of expertise, and even managed to stammer a few words in discussion with her.

In this way, Robin chatted casually while subtly learning about the young reindeer with extraordinary potential, his relationship with Dr. Kureha, and his dreams.

Such a harmonious, joyful, and even heartwarming scene completely shocked Dalton and his bodyguards.

They had imagined a fierce battle, the townspeople's cries of coercion, and their own tragic fall... but they never imagined that the intruders would drink with the legendary witch and share food with the townspeople.

The townspeople showed no trace of fear or coercion, only relaxation and long-lost joy.

This doesn't look like a vicious criminal invasion at all; it's clearly a bonfire party that hasn't been held in a long time!

Even more awkwardly, the atmosphere changed instantly when the townspeople spotted Dalton and his fully armed guard.

Their joyful smiles froze on their faces, replaced by tension, worry, and even a hint of panic.

Some people instinctively stood up, while others quickly ran to the vicinity of Dr. Kureha and Mosen's area, subtly forming a protective stance with their bodies, watching Dalton and his group warily, as if ready to cover the evacuation of the only doctor and friendly guests at any moment.

Seeing this, Dalton's heart clenched painfully.

He understood that the townspeople's reaction was not out of fear of Morsen and his gang, but because of him, the captain of the Drum Kingdom's guard, who was one of the enforcers of the king's decrees.

Although he and his guards tried their best to maneuver under Wapol's tyranny, they were ultimately symbols of royal power and part of the oppression.

Their arrival at this moment seemed to the townspeople more like an "uninvited guest" who would disrupt this rare moment of joy and even pose a threat.

If they were to drive away the only doctor and these kind guests, the residents of Drum Island would truly be without hope; once they fell ill, they would only be left to wait for death.

An indescribable bitterness filled Dalton's heart. He remembered Walpole's promise and how he had come with the determination to "defend his homeland" only to be met with this scene.

What should he do? Draw his sword and point it at these "intruders" who seem to have no ill intentions and instead bring a glimmer of warmth to the desperate townspeople?

At this moment, Dr. Kureha also noticed their arrival. She merely glanced at them indifferently, as if they were just a few insignificant flies, and waved her hand impatiently: "What's all the noise about? Can't you see I'm drinking? Go away and don't disturb my enjoyment!"

Her tone was as impolite as ever, but she didn't show much hostility towards Dalton and the others; she was just driving away the troublemakers.

Mosen, who was beside her, finally put down his wine bottle, turned his head, and looked calmly at Dalton and his guards, who were standing stiffly at the edge of the square with extremely complicated expressions.

Fortunately, Dalton's embarrassment and internal struggle were quickly broken by the exclamation of a young guard next to him.

"Old...Old man?! Your...your leg?!" A guard who looked to be in his early twenties stared in astonishment at a middle-aged man sipping hot soup by the campfire.

The man had a festering wound on his leg that had been injured by falling timber and had never healed. Now, it was neatly and cleanly bandaged. Even through his clothes, it was clear that the treatment was very professional, and the man's complexion was much rosier than before.

When the middle-aged man, who was also his father, saw him, a relieved yet slightly awkward smile appeared on his face. He nodded and said, "Yes, Dr. Kureha just examined him, applied medicine, and bandaged him up. She said he just needs to rest well."

Upon hearing this, the young guard's spear clattered to the ground in the snow.

He turned sharply to look at Dr. Kureha, who was drinking with Mosen, and then at the townspeople around the other campfires who were clearly in better health and whose injuries had been treated. A strong sense of guilt and gratitude welled up in his heart.

His father's injury has been dragging on for almost a month. Due to the decree of Valpo and the lack of medical resources, he has not received effective treatment and is suffering terribly in bed every day.

As a member of the guard, he was powerless to do anything and even had to carry out orders that exacerbated the suffering of the people.

But now, that eccentric "witch" doctor, and these people they considered "dangerous intruders," are here treating his father and so many townspeople, bringing them food and warmth...

"Dr. Kureha! Thank you so much!" The young guard was so excited that he was almost incoherent. He threw down his weapon, ran quickly to Kureha, bowed deeply, and his eyes were red.

"My father... he is so grateful to you!"

This abrupt expression of gratitude and respect surprised the other tense guards, who looked at the townspeople they knew. Sure enough, they found that many of those who had been bedridden or injured had appeared there, and their condition had clearly improved.

However, Dr. Kureha's reaction to this sincere gratitude was, as always, "witch-like."

She was enjoying her drink when she was interrupted, which annoyed her greatly. Without even glancing at the young guard, she raised her booted foot and kicked him in the butt without any politeness.

"Get out of here! Can't you see I'm drinking? Your nagging is so annoying!" She was quite strong, and the young guard cried out "Ouch!" as he was kicked and staggered a few steps before plunging headfirst into the soft snowdrift beside him, leaving only his legs kicking wildly outside.

"And you too!" Dr. Kureha, after kicking the man, turned to Dalton and the group of dumbfounded guards behind him, waving his hands impatiently as if shooing away flies.

"Stand there like a snow sculpture? Do you have something to do? If not, get lost! If you do, keep it to yourself and we'll all get out of here! Don't get in my way and ruin my drinking!"

This rude and inhumane attitude did not arouse the townspeople's resentment; on the contrary, they all showed expressions of barely suppressed amusement.

They were already used to the old lady's highly skilled but eccentric personality, knowing that she was tough on the outside but soft on the inside.

Dalton's face flushed red and then paled upon hearing this, his grip on the sword hilt tightening and loosening repeatedly. His teammates behind him exchanged bewildered glances, unsure whether to advance or retreat.

They came here to "drive out dangerous wanted criminals and protect their homeland," but now the enemy is treating their fellow villagers to drinks, meat, and healing their wounds, while they are being shunned by the "villagers who should be protected." This witch doctor keeps driving them away... What's going on here?

Just then, Mo Sen, who had been watching everything with a smile, spoke up: "Don't be so nervous, Captain of the Guard."

He pointed to the campfire and food around him: "Look, it's freezing cold, isn't it nice for everyone to gather together to warm themselves by the fire, eat something, and drink some wine?"

"Would you like to come along? It's a rare opportunity, and it's more fun with more people!"

Chapter 125, The Perfect Soil for Revolution, Chopper's Attraction

Half an hour later, Dalton sat by the campfire where Mosen was, sipping hot soup.

The aroma of the food melts in your mouth, and the warmth dispels the chill from your body.

As he chewed on the meat, he couldn't help but glance at Mo Sen, who was leisurely drinking hangover soup beside him, with a complicated and unreadable look.

This man, with a bounty of nearly 300 million, has killed a Shichibukai and attacked the Navy; he is a standard template of a "ruthless and vicious" criminal.

But now he's here sharing food like an ordinary, enthusiastic tourist, and even helping the townspeople organize a bonfire feast? This huge contrast is something Dalton's brain can hardly process.

"Why are you looking at me? Is there something on my face?" Mo Sen seemed to notice his gaze, turned his head, and still had that inscrutable smile on his face.

Dalton was taken aback by the question, and lowered his head somewhat awkwardly. After a few seconds, he took a deep breath, raised his head, and said in a deep voice with guilt and a hint of self-mockery, "...I'm sorry, I thought you were like pirates, here to plunder and harm the people..."

Through a brief conversation with several familiar townspeople, he has a basic understanding of what happened.

Mosen and his group did indeed "intrude" into the island, but they actually came "out of admiration" to see what this winter island, famous for its medical facilities, was like and to take a good look around.

Upon arrival, they discovered that Drum Island was no longer the medical paradise it was rumored to be. Not only had its medical standards declined sharply, but the people's livelihood was also impoverished and desolate.

So, while Dr. Kureha was treating the patients who had gathered there, Mosen lit a campfire and distributed a large amount of food and drinks to these poor townspeople, which led to the bizarre scene of the "intruders" and "victims" enjoying themselves together.

Friendly, warm-hearted, generous... This doesn't sound like a vicious criminal with a bounty of nearly 300 million! He sounds more like a legendary hero who rights wrongs and helps those in distress!

In contrast, he, the captain of the guard who claimed to protect their homeland, almost brought swords to dispel this rare warmth, which made him feel extremely ashamed.

Mo Sen waved his hand dismissively: "Hey, no need to apologize, it was just a small thing."

He felt sorry for the townspeople, and secondly, he wanted to build a good relationship with Dr. Kureha and Chopper so that he could later recruit the deer onto his ship.

In just a short time, their relationship has grown quite close, and although Dr. Kureha saw through his intentions, she did not explicitly refuse, probably mainly depending on Chopper's wishes.

Meanwhile, Chopper was chatting with Robin and being held in Nami's arms. He didn't seem to mind being rubbed and squeezed by Baccarat, and he looked quite relaxed. Things were going very smoothly.

“Speaking of which,” Dalton suddenly remembered something, “it was His Majesty Walpo who ordered me to lead this team to expel… uh, please leave, in order to protect the safety of the people.”

He reiterated Valpo's "righteous" words, including his promise to consider repealing some of the harsh laws if the deed was done.

As he said this, a glimmer of hope still lingered on his face, even though that hope was already shattered by the absurd reality before him.

After hearing this, Morsen's smile became somewhat strange. He looked Dalton up and down, his eyes... as if he were looking at an innocent fool.

"You actually believe that?" Morsen's tone was full of disbelief. "Please, if that fat pig king really cared about the safety of his people, why would he do so many brainless things and issue such bizarre laws to torment people?"

Dalton's face paled. He wanted to refute, but found himself speechless, because these were facts, and he knew them better than anyone else.

Mosen took a sip of his drink and continued his slow, sarcastic remark: "I bet that guy has already run away with his cronies. He sent you here just to be a shield for him and buy him time."

"As for abolishing the law? Heh, if he really wanted to abolish it, why didn't he do it earlier? He's just making empty promises to make you work your butt off."

"Once we're gone, or you've been killed by us, he can swagger back and continue being his local tyrant. Who will remember what he promised you then?"

Unlike Dalton, Morsen wasn't naive. From the description, he knew that Wapol had run away just like Blackbeard did in the original story, fleeing as soon as he heard the news of Morsen's arrival.

“No…impossible! His Majesty…” Dalton was struck dumb, and stood up abruptly, his face deathly pale.

Deep down, he was utterly disappointed in Wahlbo, but his loyalty to the monarchy and the last glimmer of hope that "the king might change for the better" sustained him to this point.

At that moment, Mosen's words bluntly shattered his ridiculous illusions.

“What’s impossible? His own life is the most important thing to him. It seems he understands how annoying he is…” Mo Sen sneered.

He then rubbed his chin in frustration, thinking to himself, "Seriously, when did I become treated the same as Blackbeard? They run away as soon as they hear I'm coming? Am I that scary?"

Despite his complaints, Mo Sen's mind worked quickly. He stroked his chin, his eyes gleaming, and said, "However, he can run away for a while, but not forever..."

His gaze swept over the townspeople around him, who, though temporarily joyful, still bore the shadow of long-term hardship in their brows. Then he looked at the upright yet blindly loyal captain of the guard before him, and a new idea began to take shape.

“He’ll always come back; he can’t bear to part with his throne and wealth.” Morsen’s tone became somewhat playful. “But that’s just his opinion; things won’t turn out the way he thinks.”

Dalton hadn't fully recovered from the shock of the "King's Escape" and looked at Mosen somewhat blankly.

Seeing this, Mosen reached out and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "Don't think about that fat pig king anymore. Maybe there won't be any kings left on Drum Island in the future."

"W-What do you mean?" Dalton was completely bewildered.

Deposing the king? This was something he couldn't even imagine based on his upbringing and the values ​​he had developed.

"What I mean is, a revolution is needed here. The king is inhuman, the people can't survive, and public resentment is boiling over... Is there a more perfect revolutionary ground than this?" Mosen said, a hopeful smile appearing on his face.

Then, before Dalton could process this explosive information, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a strangely shaped Den Den Mushi.

The Den Den Mushi wore a red top hat and brown glasses, and its appearance was somewhat similar to Belo Betty's.

"Hello? Belo Betty? It's me, Morsen." Morsen spoke into the Den Den Mushi: "Yes, I have some good news for you..."

"I've found a really great place. You've heard of the Drum Kingdom, right? Yes, the one famous for its medical treatments."