In an open space, all the people of Bica, young and old, gathered here.

In front of the people, there was a makeshift high platform.

They all trembled and looked at the man standing on the high platform with a worried expression.

Because they had just seen with their own eyes before, the handsome young man standing in the middle of the mountain, with just one punch, stomped on a mountain a few kilometers away.

The breezy gesture was as if he had done something that was not worth mentioning.

Not only that, but those who dared to take advantage of the chaos before, whether they were ordinary people, slaves, or people affiliated with the former gods, were all suppressed by this person.

So far, no one dares to make trouble.

All obediently stood in place, waiting for their fate.

To be precise, the fate of the entire Bica.

Randall stood on the stage, his eyes as calm as water, scanning the crowd in the audience, giving them endless pressure.

And that's all he needs to do.

Everything else is done by the King of Montenegro.

To put it bluntly, his existence is, first, to let the people of Bika know the supreme leader after him, and second, he is from the town.

The King of Montenegro was standing beside Randall at this time, and it was a cold sweat on his head.

Now he remembered the punch that seemed to destroy the world before, and he still couldn't stop shaking.

He thought that he had overestimated Randle's strength enough, but unexpectedly, he still underestimated it.

He couldn't help but have a thought in his heart, could it be that this person is really a god?

How could humans have the power to shatter mountains?!

After glancing at Randall in awe, the King of Montenegro stepped forward and told his men what had happened and what was to come.

In short, it's a word, God, it's changed.

As the mouth of the king of Montenegro hung like a river, the expressions of the people below gradually changed from panic to suspicion mixed with joy.

These management methods were all decided by Randall after discussing with the king of Montenegro.

Of course, it was mainly the king of Montenegro who thought that Randall really didn't have this brain, he was just the one who made the typography decision.

The new system is generally similar to the previous one, but in terms of details, a lot of optimizations have been made for the benefit of the people.

Anyway, Bika's life will be much better than before.

At the very least, there will be no more bullying incidents.

Men no longer need to fear being taken into slavery, and women don't need to fear being taken away as slaves.

The people who were taken away before were all released and compensated.

and he took it out of the treasury of the former god who plundered the fat of the people.

When they actually got the money, Bika's talent really had a real feeling of change.

For a while, I don't know how many people wept with emotion, chanting the name of Randall, the new ruler of Bica.

But none of this has anything to do with Randall.

Because after he had explained everything, he left Bicca.

Seven days later, Randall returned to the naval base.

Counting the time, counting the day he left, it was only half a month.

His original plan was to use this month to find Bika first.

Then there will be time to slowly look for the Thunder Fruit.

But I didn't expect everything to go so smoothly.

Zefa courtyard, Zefa drinks tea every day.

Christa drank tea with Zefa and filled it up from time to time.

After drinking a cup of tea, Zefa exhaled comfortably.

Then he raised his eyebrows, and was about to speak, but Christa spoke before him:

"Brother Randall is back!"

As soon as the words fell, the door of the small courtyard was pushed open.

It was Randall, who was in the dust.

"Brother Randall!"

Chris

The whole tower pounced.

Zefa looked at it a little pantothenicly, and then said:

"Where did you kid go again?"

Randall took Christa, stroked her hair, and said:

"Hehe, I'm going to prepare a gift for Christa."

Zefa was stunned.

"Gifts? What gift?"

"Huh? Gifts!"

When Christa heard this, she immediately rejoiced.

She remembered Randall asking her if she wanted to be a warrior or a mage.

Randall smiled and said:

"Haha, I told Krista before."

As he spoke, he pulled a box out of his bosom and handed it to Christa.

"Qiang Qiang~"

Christa eagerly took the box into her arms and asked, "Brother Randall, can I open it now?"

"Of course, this was meant for you!"

Hearing this, Christa hurriedly opened the box.

Zefa also leaned over curiously.

But I saw a fruit with a thunder pattern on it, lying quietly inside.

"It's—"

Zefa's eyes narrowed.

"Devil Fruit."

Although it was the first time she had seen her, she had heard about it by Zefa's side, and she recognized the true body of this fruit for the first time.

"Well, you don't want to become a distance mage, eat it and your wish will come true!"

Randall said.

"Boy, this fruit should be a thunder fruit."

Zefa said, looking at the fruit.

Randall nodded, not surprised that Zefa recognized the fruit.

After all, he is a general, and he still has this eyesight.

Christa was confused: "Thunder Fruit?"

"Among the Devil Fruits, the Natural Species and the Phantom Beast Species are the most precious, and this Thunder Fruit, even among the Natural Species, is the most precious.

After all, this guy is almost the strongest natural system in the open sea."

Zefa explained to Christa.

Then he turned to Randall and asked:

"It's been a long time since this fruit has been seen, boy, how did you find it?"

Randall just smiled, but didn't explain.

Just said a coincidence.

Zefa nodded, and didn't ask any more, anyway, this fruit was already here.

And just for Randall to take out this fruit in front of him, the other details don't matter.

"Huh? This—" Christa was momentarily stunned.

She didn't expect that Randall would find such a precious fruit for her.

She also knows how rare nature is.

It goes without saying how difficult it is to find the thunder fruit that is known as the strongest natural system.

However, it was only because of her words that Randall found the Thunder Fruit.

She couldn't imagine how much effort Randall had put into it.

Randall's smile was also understood by her as not wanting her to have psychological pressure, and pretending to be relaxed.

Randall: You may not believe it, but everything went surprisingly well, and the Thunder Fruit was thrown into his hand by someone else.

For a moment, Christa only felt that the fruit in her hand weighed a thousand pounds.

"Brother Randall, you didn't eat the fruit either, or you would have eaten this fruit."

Christa looked up at Randall and said seriously.