"Who? Who can cure Captain Roger?"
Crocus's words seemed to give Roger's crew new hope. After all, even Roger himself said he had a terminal illness, and Roger wouldn't joke about such things.
"The recipient of the Iberian Medical Award, now the King of a kingdom called Piltover, the genius doctor Sidilliere Orlan.
He is a medical genius; many patients have regained their health because of him.
The achievements he has made in medicine are unparalleled even by the genius Dr. Vegapunk. If anyone on this sea can cure this illness, it can only be him."
Crocus wiped his glasses, then gave Shanks and Buggy an answer.
This was also the influence brought by reputation; as prosthetic technology gradually expanded across the sea and many patients were treated on Firefly Island, Orlan's reputation also spread.
Theory and practice are two different things; professors who publish theoretical papers every day are rarely known to the outside world. Except for people in the same profession within their circle, outsiders generally don't care about such matters.
With results, it's different. Crocus was originally a doctor, so he was very clear about Orlan's affairs.
"You should know Garp, right?"
"Oh, that guy, of course, we know him. He's been chasing us for many years."
"A few years ago, he had a battle with Qingjiao, the pillar of the Eight Treasure Navy from Flower Country. It's said he beat Qingjiao so badly that he almost retired, and the doctors in Flower Country couldn't treat Qingjiao's injuries at all.
In the end, he was cured of his injuries by Sidilliere Orlan."
Among many examples, Qingjiao was undoubtedly a typical one, so Crocus used him as an example.
"Mr. Crocus, where is Piltover?"
"The first half of the Grand Line, Firefly Island, not very far from here."
If Ohara was a holy land of archaeology, then the current Piltover vaguely tends to become a holy land of medicine. Drum Kingdom felt this most deeply, as many of their doctors went to Piltover for further study.
After a pause, Crocus continued:
"My ability at most can control your condition, making it develop slower. Beyond that, I can do nothing.
For the remaining time, you had best avoid high-intensity combat as much as possible, do not drink excessively, and control your diet, otherwise your time will only be shorter."
"Eh?! No drinking?! Then how can we have a banquet?!"
"Is that the point?! The point is shorter time!!!"
As a doctor, Crocus was very responsible for his patients. Seeing Roger's thought process, it made him feel angry.
In the end, at the request of the Roger Pirates, Crocus accepted their invitation and boarded the Golden Jackson to help Roger stabilize his condition so that he would not unexpectedly die suddenly on the way.
With a clear goal, the Roger Pirates began to sail towards Firefly Island. Although Firefly Island was not far from Twin Cape, the Roger Pirates could not teleport there.
At the same time, as the Roger Pirates advanced, the Police Force of Firefly Island began a new round of selection trials.
With the beginning of Firefly Island's revival, the island's economy gradually rebuilt, and foreign ships occasionally approached.
Because Orlan held a considerable position in the underground world, Feld and Umit's ships would occasionally come here for supplies or to conduct some transactions, which indirectly brought more transient population.
As the population increased, the duties of the Police Force also gradually increased. To enable them to handle more situations, a special operations unit was also established.
The 120 sets of exoskeletons developed and produced earlier were for them, but they were also classified as mechs.
"Lads, look at this, tell me, do you want it?"
At this moment, Brand was wearing a mech similar to Ginny's, but the color was dyed silver-white, and the weapon configuration was changed to a large spear for close combat according to Brand's preference.
As one of the leaders of the Police Force, a veteran of the former Kingdom Army, and a fervent fan of Orlan, Brand himself had some special equipment.
"Yes!!"
The Police Force were all young and strong lads on the island. The mechs seemed to awaken their dormant genes; perhaps no one could refuse the qualification to pilot a mech.
"Very good, full of spirit! Now, the opportunity has come."
Brand lifted the covering cloth from beside him, revealing the exoskeleton inside. It was not as tall as the Guard Mech and was similar in size to an ordinary person.
"A total of 120 spots, selected based on merit. By the way, if the Imperial Guard expands in the future, priority will be given to those with mech piloting experience."
Brand drew half a false promise. In the context of this place, being a member of the Imperial Guard in the royal city was a very superior position, not just a matter of treatment, but it was equivalent to an increase in status in the eyes of ordinary people.
The reason it was called "half" was because what Brand said was true: if the Imperial Guard expanded, piloting experience was indeed very important. However, given Orlan's current situation, it was unlikely that the members of the Imperial Guard would recruit humans for a long time.
But this impact was not very significant; the latter statement was just an added bonus. Even an entry-level mech was attractive enough for them.
"So now, who wants to sign up?"
Whoosh~
Everyone in the square raised their arms in unison. It seemed no one wanted to miss this opportunity, which was within Brand's expectations. The first step of physical screening then began.
After the initial screening of suitable personnel, these individuals would undergo professional training, as a mech is not a stick that you can just swing around. Operating this requires a certain knowledge base.
Only after the training is completed will the final selection take place.
The method of initial screening was very simple—running.
Wearable light mechs cannot provide physical enhancement. Only those with good physical fitness can achieve better results when using them.
Some time later, while those who passed the first round were still undergoing special training, the Golden Jackson appeared on the outer side of Firefly Island.
"Everyone! Land in sight, we're almost there!"
Jabba stood on the lookout shouting down. He was also a veteran of the Roger Pirates. If Rayleigh was Roger's right-hand man, then Jabba was probably his left-hand man.
"The port is over there, should we dock there?"
"How could that be? We are pirates. How could we openly land at the port? Let's find a safe place to dock the ship first."
Normally, pirates would not blatantly dock their ship directly at the port. Such situations were mostly seen in lawless areas or pirate territories.
In most cases, to avoid trouble, pirates would still choose to hide their ships.
"No, we can. This is a non-Allied Nation, and there are no Marines stationed nearby. Besides, I've heard about this place; as long as you abide by their rules, any ship can dock."
As the person on the ship who knew the most about Firefly Island, Crocus offered his suggestion, and at that moment, their ship's den den mushi suddenly rang.
"This is the Piltover Coast Guard. Pirates, state your identities and your intentions."
Firefly Island had improved high-power den den mushi that could contact den den mushi in nearby sea areas even without a number. There were many types of pirates on this sea, and some pirates would also come to the island to conduct normal procurement.
So, as long as a reasonable response was given, Firefly Island would not prohibit outsiders from landing. Orlan himself had deep ties with the underground world, and the composition of people coming and going from this island had always been complex.
The reason the coastal defense cannons opened fire when Qingjiao came was because that group of pirates had "robbery" written all over their faces.
After stating their intentions, the Roger Pirates successfully docked at the pier.
"Hmm, where do we go now to find that doctor to treat Captain Roger?"
"The King... should be at the Royal Palace. Let's go check it out first. All of you, pay attention and don't break the rules."
The Roger Pirates still had certain rules, such as not attacking civilians and paying for purchases.
Eventually, most people stayed on the ship, some went to procure supplies, and Roger, along with Rayleigh and Shanks, headed towards the Royal City.
Meanwhile, the news had already reached Orlan via Kate.
"Orlan, another group of people has come to see you for treatment. They are said to be members of the Roger Pirates, a troublesome bunch. Are you going to treat him?"
"Roger? Gol D. Roger?"
"Yes, that guy, a pirate with a bounty even higher than Charlotte Linlin's..."
Currently, Roger's wanted poster still showed his real name, Gol D. Roger. Only after he truly circumnavigated the world did the World Government change it to Gold Roger, to hide the influence of the Will of D.
"That guy should be difficult to deal with. If he really causes trouble on the island..."
"Don't worry, he won't easily cause trouble. But you're right, this situation calls for some preventive measures."
Gol D. Roger, the man who started the Great Pirate Era, Orlan was somewhat curious about him, but that was all.
It's nothing now, but once he truly becomes the Pirate King, the places he has visited will more or less attract the attention of the World Government.
Facing this situation, Orlan naturally had his own way of handling it.
He walked into a new room where Ginny, the intelligence chief, was tinkering with a den den mushi. The news of the Roger Pirates' landing had just been relayed by her to Kate.
"Big Brother Orlan? Is something wrong?"
"Give me the anti-eavesdropping white den den mushi. I have something to do."
"Okay, just a moment."
Ginny pressed a switch on the table, and a rather large den den mushi, several times the size of a fax machine, rose from a lift platform.
Besides understanding intelligence, Ginny was also very skilled at breeding den den mushi. This was her anti-eavesdropping den den mushi group that she had cultivated over the years.
Then Ginny, like a switchboard operator, adjusted the connections between several den den mushi and handed the receiver to Orlan.
"It's me. Is something wrong? Why are you calling me at this hour?"
Not long after, Zephyr's voice came from the den den mushi. From the commotion in the background, it seemed he was doing physical training.
"Yes, there's something.
A pirate came to my island, what was his name, Roger? His bounty is quite high.
Given this situation, shouldn't the Marine send someone to handle it for me?"
That's six thousand words for today.
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