Morokini, one of the seven primordial islands closest to Upside Down Mountain, has been thriving since it broke away from the World Government a few years ago.

The dilapidated port of Morlokini was now home to nearly 100 ships and countless ships coming in and out.

Among them were warships with the coat of arms of the king, three-masted sailing ships with red cloud sails on black backgrounds, and many ordinary white sailing boats, which were fishing boats.

The port was bustling with people, flanked by Morocchini soldiers in white armor and armed with spears, as well as merchants in various fur coats and carrying various wooden boxes.

However, the most are men and women wearing uniform black down jackets on the outside and black sailor suits on the inside, but their temperament is more refined than the other.

In Morochini's Ice Castle, Nunu, who is nearly 1.7 meters tall, wears a blue and white royal dress and an ice crystal crown.

He was standing on the balcony at the very top, facing the cold sun, looking in the direction of the port, but there was a lot of worry in his eyes.

Since the financial support of the treasure hunter Targuera, the situation in the country has been getting better and better, and the people's lives have become more and more stable.

Especially when the hunter headquarters was put on the right track, the young men of this country suddenly realized that being a hunter could actually get more out of being a hunter than hunting on an island that was extremely cold.

If you have good self-armed force, sign up as a pirate hunter and follow the team around to hunt down the pirates who have been bountied.

People who don't like fighting, but are consciously witty and agile, sign up to become an intelligence hunter and accept the tasks issued by the headquarters.

There are even some very strange hunter classifications, such as food hunters, medicine hunters, demon hunters, etc., and so on.

By the way, the so-called demon hunters do not mean that they hunt demons, but a hunter who is mainly responsible for collecting devil fruits.

These hunters, based on their contributions to the Association, will be rewarded with adequate and reasonable proportions, whether in money, position, or otherwise.

Because of these many hunters, the inhabitants of this country are no longer just the original aborigines.

There are also many hunters who bring their family members with them, and of course there are also those who start families directly here.

In addition, some time ago, Mr. Smoker helped connect several countries in the North Sea, making up for the last component needed by a great shipping country.

As the new young king of Morokini, Nunu originally thought that he would continue to have a smooth ride, but he didn't expect that it would not be long before a huge trouble pressed on his head.

Just behind him, there was a desk made of expensive white crystal, and on the immaculate white tabletop, a document lay quietly at this time.

It is not appropriate to say that it is a document, it should be said that it is an open white letter with dense black characters written on it.

The content is very direct, and it doesn't beat around the bush at all, which makes Nunu feel even more distressed, and there is no room for maneuver at all.

The sender of the letter was Crocodall, who was nominally the writer anyway, and he asked for the Hunters' Guild to be merged into the Baroque Working Society.

Otherwise, he will send someone or come in person and kill everyone on Morokini Island!

The tone was arrogant and unscrupulous, but Nunu couldn't think of any way to deal with it, because his strength was not enough.

Although in the past few years, he has also worked hard every day to exercise his ability, and the nail fist taught by Mr. Smoker has also been slightly successful.

But as an agent of the headquarters of the Great Voyage Hunters Guild, he was well aware of the gap between himself and those sea pirates.

Unfortunately, Klockdahl is one such sea thief!

Sometimes, he doubted that his teacher might not be able to beat Klockdahl, but despite this, he chose to report the incident.

"Eh, it's still too weak, give me another three years, why do you need to do this?" Nunu clung to the balcony railing and thought unwillingly.

If he is given a few more years to grow, then he has the confidence to deal with any of the Seven Martial Seas on Morokini Island!

He is a natural snow fruit ability, who does he need to be afraid of on the ice and snow island of Morogini?!

"Eh, I hope the teacher can do something....."

Nunu looked at the harbor and then looked up at the still snowy sky.

"Well, the teacher must have a way!"

......

"Eh, how is this Klockdahl going to deal with this?" Smoker sat in his office with a frown, pondering.

After receiving Nunu's report, he had a big head, how could he just finish a move with Doflamingo, and another Klockdahl came.

Smoker was a little skeptical, did he have a conflict with these Seven Martial Seas this year? One after another, it's really annoying!

"Why don't you take a trip to Morokini right away... But even if I go, eighty percent of my current strength can't beat Klockdahl, and I will be sent to death in the past? ”

"If you don't go, will you let this sand crocodile swallow your hunter's headquarters? Eh, do you want to tell Mr. Zefa again? ”

"No! What do you say to Mr. Zefa, do you say that you are the boss of the Pirate Hunter Organization? Smoker shook his head, dismissing the idea.

It seems that the Navy's connections will not be used this time, which is really tricky... What to do?

The clock on the wall behind it, ticking and turning, just silently looked at the background of Smoker's distress and contemplation, without saying a word...

In desperation, Smoker habitually took out his cigar, and then rubbed his fingertips to light it for a second, and the smell of smoke just drifted away.

The figure of Little Lada instantly appeared on the table, and then pointed to the cigar in his hand, but he couldn't, so he could only get another one for it, and then help light it.

"There it is!"

After smoking for a while, Smoker suddenly thought of a good idea, he thought of a way to make that crocodile dare not mess around without fighting!

He immediately took out the Red Cloud phone bug in his arms, and then contacted Nunu on Morokini Island and asked him to tell him the phone bug number of his Baroque work club.

Nunu on the other end was a little puzzled, but he still obediently asked his subordinates to find out the number, and then told the teacher in person.

"Alright, you don't have to worry about Klockdahl anymore, I'll take care of it."

After calming down his little disciple a little, Smoker immediately activated the phone bug and called the number he had just written down.

Soon, a sweet female voice came out of the phone bug's mouth, "Are you looking for a baroque job club?" ”

"Well, transfer your president to me." Smoker took a puff on his cigar and said lightly.

The receptionist over there seemed to be a little hesitant, "Who are you?" ”

"Tell Klockdahl that I'm the president of the Hunters' Guild!"

"Huh? Oh, I see, you wait...."

After a few minutes, the expression and voice of the Red Cloud Phone Bug in Smoker's hand changed.

"Are you here to apply for a job union?" Klockdahl asked playfully, he had expected the president of the Hunters' Guild to come and contact him.

"Wow, are your brains rusty, sand crocodile?" Smoker sneered and replied mercilessly.

Hearing his words, the phoneworm's brows furrowed obviously, and after a while, he said again: "Are you looking for death?" ”