Chapter 51 The player is still on their way back to the island...
Luo: "It's over?"
Luo took a step back as he looked at Marco, whose face was a little pale, and the two listless men in white suits behind them.
Luo: "Don't bring any strange viruses to the island."
Luo drew a line on the ground with a twig: "Stand outside the line and don't move."
Dragon glanced mockingly at Marco and Namur, then leisurely walked towards Luo, carrying his hoe.
Luo coldly raised the swordfish dagger: "You need to disinfect it too."
It's the warm and humid [rainy season] now, the perfect time for all sorts of strange creatures and horrible germs to breed. And there's a baby on the island, so Luo feels obligated to protect everyone's safety while Violet is away.
"puff!"
Dragon turned his head away with a serious expression. Namuel still had a disgusted and annoyed look on his face. Marco looked sullen with his eyes drooping. The two tied-up members of the pair kept their heads down the whole time.
"Alright." Long gave up and stood behind the line with his hands raised. "I'll listen to you, little doctor."
"A doctor?" Marco looked at Luo with interest. "Are you...the island's doctor?"
The doctor on the ship is called the ship's doctor, and the doctor on the island is called the island doctor. That makes sense, yoi.
"Doctors can't just read books. How about you study at sea? I can introduce you to some reliable internship locations."
"Hey, hey, hey." The dragon couldn't stand Marco's bald-headed behavior of trying to steal someone's girlfriend. "They're just two innocent children, supporting each other. What are you, a filthy adult, asking?"
"Luo can't go with you."
Did he not try to poach her? That kid was practically a Violet fanatic, terrifying!
Namuel had a sudden inspiration: "Father shouldn't mind having both a son and a daughter all at once!"
Too good to be apart? No problem, come pack up and come aboard the Moby Dick. There are two doctors here, which should help alleviate Marco's increasingly severe hair loss. Miu'er doesn't want to see the First Division Captain's blond hair flying in the wind on deck anymore.
Longyan Shensi: "You really have a knack for thinking."
Why are you eating and taking things away at the same time?
Law commands Chopper: "Bring three of those green bottles from the seventh compartment of the fourth box."
Chopper's eyes lit up: "Four, seven, three..."
Luo's vision went black: "Didn't you memorize all the numbers up to ten last night?"
Ever since eating the toffee made by Violet, Chopper has become a little addicted to sugar. To prevent Chopper from getting cavities, Law only gives him a few pieces of toffee left by Violet when he finishes his homework for the day.
Luo threatened him, "If you take the wrong one, I'll use my powers to get the candy out of your stomach."
Chopper shuddered, muttering "473" as he ran back to base.
Namur shuddered and quietly sidled up to Marco: "Actually, I think Dad already has enough sons. This time, a daughter would be enough."
Marco looked at Luo with admiration in his eyes: "Not bad, yoi."
Pirates, to varying degrees, have a bad habit of refusing to seek medical help. Marco saw his brothers' wounds getting infected and feverish several times, their faces turning red, yet they stubbornly insisted that they had recovered and demanded that Marco lift his alcohol ban.
Marco wouldn't tolerate them.
Only this kind of uncompromising authority can subdue those beasts who can't resist alcohol and barbecue, and can keep them from going to bed early, getting up early, and eating a light diet.
The green liquid Luo mentioned was a medicinal juice with antibacterial and disinfecting properties, made by juicing plants and mushrooms near R'lyeh.
According to Long, washing your hands before meals leaves a lingering scent that can be used to lose weight.
Chopper: "Law, Law brought it."
Chopper nervously handed the bottle to Law, carefully observing Law's expression.
Luo: "You counted correctly."
Luo opened his hand and handed Chopper a few toffee candies: "Well done, this is a reward."
Chopper: "Thank you, Mr. Law!"
Looking at Chopper, who was happily stuffing one side of his mouth full of candy, Long nodded with satisfaction.
He said this place would be perfect for Chopper; the little reindeer no longer showed any of the timidity and caution he had shown when he was rejected by his tribe.
On this magical island, even the strangest flowers can bloom.
Luo nodded with satisfaction; it was worth the several nights he spent instructing Chopper on math, which had caused his blood pressure to spike.
Luo, who was ambitious, said: "Tonight I will start learning multiplication and division within ten, and addition and subtraction within one hundred."
Snap.
Chopper opened his mouth wide in horror, and the toffee fell out of his mouth.
The dragon awkwardly looked away. Well, it seems even wildflowers growing wildly in R'lyeh can find his strict gardener.
Is that kid Rona really planning to train a reindeer into a famous doctor? Even though he ate the Human-Human Fruit, isn't that a bit of an exaggeration?
Meanwhile, seeing the interaction between the two, Marco glared at Namur with exasperation.
Most people who choose to become pirates have had an unhappy and turbulent childhood. Very few, like Marco, would choose to actively learn various kinds of knowledge when they have the opportunity. It can be said that even in a large crew like the Whitebeard Pirates, there are very few cultured people.
According to them, they were cursed with knowledge after becoming pirates, developing a headache whenever they saw words or mathematics.
Not only do they take the initiative to learn, but they also teach others. They are extremely rare and valuable crew members, the kind you have to fight to get your hands on.
Marco became increasingly satisfied with Luo.
God knows how frustrated he was every time he saw those reports submitted by the outgoing squad leaders: "I fought a fight today and won," "I saw a super ugly pirate flag on the way, it was an eyesore, so I stole it," "I had a banquet, got drunk, and the ship hit a rock."
Marco loves his brothers, but sometimes he really wants to shove their heads down into the toilet and drown them.
If he could trick, no, recruit Law, then he could take some time to conduct a literacy campaign on Moby Dick. He didn't expect to turn all the Whitebeard Pirates into top students, but at least a few division commanders should be able to write their own mission reports and calculate their own income and expenses, instead of having banquets every day at the beginning of the month and eating seaweed at the end of the month!
Namuel: "..."
That foul mouth of his! Why did he suggest Marco take Ronaldo with him in the first place? Wouldn't it have been better to just have Violet?!
Sensing Marco's growing urges, Namur shed two wide tears.
Sizzle—
Luo, who had no interest in the feud between Marco and Namur, diluted the herbal juice and poured it into a wooden watering can.
Luo, who had been planting for quite some time, instinctively raised the watering can and poured it over Marco's head.
Marco: "...yoi, I don't recall any disease that requires special disinfection of the head."
Looking at the pineapple leaves in front of him, now stained a vibrant green, Luo Jiaozhi awkwardly scratched the ground.
Violet is right. As long as he doesn't feel embarrassed, it's others who will feel embarrassed.
Luo said with a serious expression, "This is the rule on this island. Newcomers must be disinfected 'from head to toe'."
What? You say you've never heard of this rule? Well, you've heard of it from now on.
Namuel, Long, and the two "local specialty" gentlemen, all sporting identical green heads, walked across the line on the ground.
When Namur last came to R'lyeh, there were only two people on the island, Violet and Law. The base had just been built, and apart from a few basic buildings, not even farmland had been cultivated.
Now, thanks to the hard work of the island owner and the islanders, the base has doubled in size. Beautiful wooden planks have been laid out within the base, and the outer perimeter is paved with neat gray bricks and cobblestone paths leading to the fields and beehives.
At the very center is a snowball launcher filled with dye, which is temporarily shut down during the rainy season. Golden lightning rods are surrounded by sparks and emit a warm yellow light in the torrential rain.
The charcoal burned brightly in the brown, windproof stove, the crackling sound mingling with the sound of raindrops hitting the coconut leaves, creating an exceptionally peaceful atmosphere.
Ginny, who was writing Chopper's homework for tonight and the textbooks for tomorrow's class, looked up when she heard the sound and saw Marco and Namur following behind the dragon.
Ginny slowly pulled out the dagger that was placed under the textbook, concealed it with her sleeve, hugged the flower umbrella leaning against the coconut leaf canopy, opened one of them and rushed in front of the group.
Ginny acted as if she didn't recognize the two great pirates, enthusiastically shoving a floral umbrella into everyone's hands: "Come in and take shelter from the rain."
She was just like a passionate woman living on a peaceful yet secluded island, but as excellent Observation Haki users, Marco and Namur both sensed that this seemingly innocent and unguarded woman was definitely not an easy opponent.
Marco: "Then I'll leave it to you, yoi."
Marco took the lead, bending down to enter the rustic coconut leaf shed. The rain was blocked by layer upon layer of coconut leaves, and the steaming stove next to him quickly dried his damp clothes.
"Phew—" Marco sat down cross-legged, looking at the fireplace not far away. "Thanks, this feels so much better..."
Long took the two intact jelly salads out of the refrigerator and handed them to Marco.
Dragon: "Eat up, don't be shy."
Marco: "...What is this, yoi?"
"Island Master... ah, yes, it's the food Violet made." Long forcefully shoved the jelly salad and spoon into Marco's hands. "After you eat this, your headache will be relieved. This is called..."
"Hmm..." Long thought for a moment and nodded seriously, "Shouldn't this be called food therapy?"
Dietary therapy my foot!
After eating this, I'm afraid I'll never have a headache again for the rest of my life; it solves the problem directly at its root!
Namur watched as the strange, seemingly still-moving jelly salad in Marco's hand silently moved away from him.
Although he viewed Vera as a family member would treat his own child, and naturally thought she was perfect in every way, he still had to ask – is this even food?
Sachi would absolutely freak out if he saw this kind of thing being called food.
Marco: "...Since it's food made by Namur's compatriots, of course Namur should take the first bite, yoi."
Namuel: ? ? ?
Namur looked at Marco with accusatory eyes: Let him eat?! Where is his comradeship? Isn't he Marco's closest brother?
Marco calmly looked back: "Never, yoi. Don't worry, I'm a doctor. If you have problems with what you eat, I can use the Flame of Regeneration to save you."
Long interrupted their charade: "Don't be so polite, there are two portions here, you can each take one."
Namur and Marco: ...
They weren't being modest anymore.
Marco shoved Namur forward with one hand: "He's from the island lord's hometown, let him eat first."
Long nodded in approval: "Indeed, this is a rare hometown dish."
Forget about hometown dishes! Although Fishman Island is deep underwater, they have the Sun Tree Eve, so they can see things and have an aesthetic sense!
Namuer suddenly stood up, walked over to the two CP members who were silently trying to make their presence known, and shoved the jelly salad into their hands.
"Since it is a precious food therapy that can cure diseases, it should be given to the patients with the most severe symptoms."
Namuel: "Come on, you eat first."
Lucci and Kaku: ...
The jelly salad swayed merrily in front of them, and Lucci and Kaku's already pale faces turned as green as the tops of their heads.
They really are evil and cunning pirates!
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Author's Note: Lucci has arrived, and the title of Lola Lyeh, the Rolling King, is in danger!
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