"Perhaps I should thank that greedy old pirate; if it weren't for him, these devices might not have been so well maintained."
In the underground level of the Royal City, Oran examined the spoils of war he had obtained from the previous battle: equipment that the previous King of Firefly Island had purchased at great expense, and which Deli later occupied to study the so-called elixir of immortality.
Under the passage of time, they had inevitably become somewhat old, but they were not damaged and could still be used normally. Of course, Oran accepted these things with a smile, as they could also be used for his own research.
"Alas, it's these things that completely ruined this country."
"No, Brand, you're mistaken. It's not the equipment that ruined this place, but the greed in people's hearts. I remember you said you used to be a member of the Kingdom Army, right?"
As a former member of the Kingdom Army, and a Kingdom Army member with a certain position, Brand was very familiar with the structure of the castle. At this time, he was showing Oran the changes in the Royal Palace over the years.
"That's right, back then... Ah, forget it, let's not mention it. I hope this country can have a better future."
"It will. But Brand, I have a suggestion. Are you interested in going back to your old profession? Most of the pirates and gangs on the island have already been eliminated, but there are still quite a few remnants.
So many years have passed, and the order on the island has almost collapsed. We need to re-establish the rules."
Compared to the pirates who drained the pond to catch all the fish, Deli was slightly better, but the order on the island had already broken down. To facilitate management, the emergence of a gendarmerie was necessary.
It would be relatively more effective to have a local acquaintance manage these things.
"I think I can be your lab assistant."
"...Brand, people need to find their strengths. If you keep stubbornly sticking to one thing, the effect may not be very good."
After a moment of silence, Oran gave his answer in a rather tactful way. To some extent, Brand might be a genius, because he completely destroyed the existing scientific framework and was purely operating according to his own understanding.
"What a pity, I actually found that I quite like research."
Brand spread his hands, expressing his helplessness, but he did not refute Oran. He still had self-awareness. In this situation, he really didn't need to continue insisting on this matter.
In the end, Brand returned to his old profession and was recruiting new people on the island. The Guardian Mechs, in pairs, formed a new patrol force, clearing out the remaining pirates on the island.
As time passed, the changes on the island gradually spread to everyone's ears. With the cooperation of the local residents, the hiding pirates were exposed one by one, either directly killed or captured and executed.
By using this most direct method of clearing out pirates, Oran gained a small wave of prestige here, gradually solidifying his identity as the ruler.
And as time passed, the news here, as Oran had expected, was sent to Morgans.
"Hmm? Establishing a country? Interesting, but if it's published like this, it doesn't seem very interesting. It has to be improved like this."
[Doctor or Ambitionist? The Untold Secrets of Dr. Oran.]
Morgans didn't spend much time writing an eye-catching report. Except for the name being correct, the content was extremely outrageous, filled with all sorts of messy news such as 'according to insiders' and 'according to relevant personnel's speculation.'
This matter was not considered big news, and the level of shock was not enough for Morgans at all.
Generally speaking, Oran perfectly predicted Morgans' actions, only underestimating the extent of his rumors, but he still successfully conveyed the message through Morgans' mouth.
The Five Elders also received similar news, but they didn't take it seriously. No matter what it was like before, Firefly Island is now a non-Allied Nation.
So, no matter what Oran does, as long as it doesn't involve researching history text or the like, the Five Elders will not take it to heart.
Whether he establishes a country or destroys it, it will not affect the World Government.
In Satan's heart, this was just a small matter.
"What's wrong? Aren't you a little interested in this scientist? Do you want to give him a position in an Allied Nation to try?"
Nasujuro casually asked Satan, not taking matters such as seats to heart.
The seats that are extremely difficult in the eyes of outsiders are just a matter of words in the eyes of the Five Elders.
"The value he shows now is not enough. If he actively strives for it, we might consider it. Let's wait and see. Maybe he can add some fun to this boring sea."
Satan didn't take this matter to heart, but instead waited with great interest for Oran's next plan.
"Sidilliere Orlan... What exactly do you want to do..."
In Marineford, because of relatively deep connections, more people in the Navy are paying attention to this matter. For example, Tsuru doesn't quite understand what Oran is doing. The power brought by a Navy Vice Admiral is much greater than that of a king of a non-Allied Nation.
Zephyr also saw this report, but he didn't believe the part that Morgans made up. Instead, he looked at the location of the nearby Navy branch.
"Oran, ah... are you starting your actions too?"
In Punk Hazard, Dr. Vegapunk also saw this report. Thinking of what Oran had said before, he had some guesses in his mind, but he didn't dwell on it too much and soon immersed himself in research again.
Besides Dr. Vegapunk, Caesar, Queen, and Gage, the original members of the MADS group, all saw this news, but they didn't have much emotional fluctuation in their hearts.
When Oran chose to work alone when MADS disbanded, they knew that Oran would definitely use some means to realize his ambitions. After all, this person is much more realistic than Dr. Vegapunk.
Most of the people paying attention to this news were Oran's acquaintances, but there were also exceptions.
In the West Blue, on a vast expanse of solid ice, a man was kneeling on the ice. Beneath the solid ice, there were countless treasures, said to be richer than a country.
"Qingjiao, open the door! Qingjiao, open the door!"
He kept hitting the ice continent below with his head, but no matter how hard he tried, the ice surface did not change at all.
"Damn it! Damn it! Garp, I hate you!! My cone head!"
After another effort, he slumped weakly on the ice and began to cry, hugging his head.
He is a member of the Flower Country in the West Blue, the 12th generation leader of the Eight Treasure Navy, with a bounty of 542 million Belly. Because of his unique cone head and the Eight Impact Fist, a secret of the Eight Treasure Navy, he is known as "Conical Qingjiao."
But not long ago, in a battle with Garp, Qingjiao's proud cone head was punched off by Garp.
"Chief! Chief! Look at this!"
At this time, a member of the Eight Treasure Navy ran over with a newspaper.
"Sidilliere Orlan, this person is known as a genius doctor. Maybe he can cure your head!"
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