“In one month, you’ve handed over 20 million Berries and seized thirteen pirate ships.
The headquarters is very satisfied with the work of all the Advanced agents at Whiskey Peak.”
Nico Robin had been fending for herself since she was eight, making her an expert in the ways of the world.
Her silence often didn’t mean she lacked the words; with just a few casual remarks, even Vivi felt at ease.
The Young Miss, the Vice President, first gave the branch’s performance a perfect score.
In reality, Nico Robin, on the other end of the Den Den Mushi, was feeling a bit conflicted.
As the Vice President responsible for the daily operations of Baroque Works, she had no shortage of tasks on her plate.
Vivi and her team were constantly sending seized goods to headquarters, and trying to convert those seizures into necessary supplies had her running around like a headless chicken.
Not to mention, the thirteen seized pirate ships were a headache to deal with.
Alabasta was a desert country; what would Baroque Works do with so many ships?
Engage in maritime trade and dig up sand from the desert to sell to others?
They were dirt poor and had no specialty products!
Nico Robin rubbed her temples; this period had truly exhausted her.
From any perspective, the Whiskey Peak branch needed to take a break for a couple of days.
Working 996 every day was becoming too much for her to handle.
She gave a light cough: “Ahem, the headquarters is very satisfied with the recent performance of Whiskey Peak.
You have made a name for Baroque Works.
During this time, the number of Bounty Hunters joining as Billionaires and Millionaires has increased significantly compared to a month ago.”
The simple-minded Mr.
9 and Ms.
Monday were all smiles.
As an undercover agent, Mr.
8 also appeared very happy, but only Vivi remained expressionless; she guessed that the other party must have more to say.
Sure enough, Nico Robin changed the subject: “However, your actions have also brought more attention to the organization and provoked some unnecessary enemies.”
She didn’t waste time with pleasantries and went straight to the point: “The pirate ship you captured yesterday had a…
a…
a citizen from the Kamabakka Kingdom…”
The easily excitable Ms.
Monday was essentially illiterate, the type who hadn’t even attended a literacy class.
As a Transmigration individual, Vivi hadn’t reached the level of “I stopped watching One Piece after Roger died,” and if asked about the Three Admirals, Four Emperors, or Gorosei, she could talk at length.
But when it came to some “Kama-something” kingdom, she was stumped.
Where was that?
The three of them looked at Mr.
8, Igaram.
As the captain of the Royal Guard, Vivi felt that the old retainer surely knew about this “Kama-something” kingdom.
“…Ma-ma-ma!” The old retainer first cleared his throat as if singing an opera, then asked with a strange expression: “Is it that…
that…
that country once ruled by the Miracle Person?!”
Nico Robin’s voice paused noticeably: “Although the King of Kamabakka has been thrown into Impel Down by the Marine, many citizens still live on that land…
Hmm, many citizens…
They call themselves Okama, and many countries in the Grand Line refer to it as the Okama Paradise, the Land of Miracles…
Mr.
0’s order to me is very clear: Baroque Works must not provoke the people of the Kamabakka Kingdom.”
Mr.
0, the founder, was a legend in Baroque Works.
Except for the Vice President in charge of daily operations, Nico Robin, no one knew his true identity.
At this moment, when the old retainer Mr.
8 heard that Mr.
0 was directly intervening in the branch’s work, he was full of questions, his eyes sharp as he seemed to be contemplating the information revealed by this matter.
Nico Robin said in a commanding tone: “From now on, all operations at Whiskey Peak are to stop and go underground.
I will notify you when to act again.”
Vivi tilted her head in thought.
An Okama kingdom?
An image automatically appeared in her mind: a figure with a full beard, yet covered in makeup, wearing a short skirt, revealing two hairy legs, and winking at everyone.
She couldn’t help but shiver.
Crocodile and Nico Robin’s decision was correct; she supported it unconditionally!
Those guys were truly not to be trifled with!
“During this period of dormancy, the task assigned to you four by the organization headquarters is to continue recruiting famous Bounty Hunters.
I will provide you with a list later.
At the same time, I have tasks such as finding a Treasure Trove, hiring shipwrights, and weapons trading.
Your dormancy period is five months.
After five months, I need to verify the tasks you have completed.
If the contribution is insufficient…
you know the consequences.”
After leaving a sentence full of threats, Nico Robin unilaterally hung up the call.
Not long after, the Den Den Mushi, equipped with special parts, transmitted a document.
It was densely packed with names—these were all Bounty Hunters who had recently risen to fame.
It seemed that tasks like ship repairs or finding a Treasure Trove were not urgent; the current top priority was recruiting!
The more, the better.
The four of them looked at the list together.
Originally, population mobility in the One Piece world was extremely slow; many people never left the island where they were born in their entire lives.
But Gol D.
Roger’s words before his death unveiled the curtain of the Great Pirate Era, and countless people set sail just to find that elusive Great Treasure.
The times had changed; trying to find people based on their place of birth was a very difficult task.
The list Nico Robin gave them was mainly in two sea areas: the East Blue and the South Blue, which were close to the Grand Line.
Vivi, as Ms.
Wednesday, was in a group with the hot-blooded youth Ms.
Monday and the old retainer Mr.
8.
This was an arrangement by the organization and could not be separated.
Now it was up to them to choose.
Vivi quickly browsed through the list and soon determined their target: “I am relatively weak, and Mr.
9 needs to protect me, so let’s go to the East Blue, which has the lowest strength.”
The old retainer didn’t mind; anywhere was fine.
They immediately split the list in half and each embarked on the path of recruiting Bounty Hunters for Baroque Works.
Before leaving, the old retainer Igaram pulled Vivi aside, giving her endless instructions and urging her to pay attention to her own safety.
“Your Highness…
Ma-ma-ma!
I mean Ms.
Wednesday, you must be careful when sailing on the sea.
Do not go up the mast; high places are very prone to attacks by strange birds!!”
“Ma-ma-ma!
Also, pay attention not to stand on the open deck; that is the range for snipers.
Just thinking about that scene, I…
I am worried to death!!”
Although she felt the old retainer’s worries were completely unnecessary, Vivi patiently listened, occasionally nodding and saying ‘uh-huh.’ Since he meant well, she would just listen.
But when the old retainer Igaram warned her to be careful of meteorites, she really couldn’t help it.
Are you kidding me?
I’m going to the East Blue, not to fight Fujitora.
Where would falling meteorites come from!