Living a Lavish Life

Smoker's planned change of guard was clearly more complicated than the peaceful handover he had initially envisioned.

Clearing out remnants, collecting evidence, reporting to headquarters...

Smoker and Tashigi's tasks suddenly became heavy, naturally making it impossible to launch a full-scale attack on Arlong's territory as planned.

According to Tashigi, the bandit suppression plan would have to be postponed by another day, and they would likely reach Cocoyasi Village in about three days.

Wallace was also busy returning to the East Blue Daily newspaper office to report on his duties, preparing to publish the big news he had recorded over the past three days.

With the flurry of activity coming to an end and the few acquaintances each busy with their own affairs, Garen and Nami found themselves with some free time.

In the unfamiliar town of Loguetown, the only thing to do to pass the time was probably...

"That white suit..."

Inside Loguetown's most upscale clothing store, Garen casually pointed to a suit that caught his eye on the rack.

"This suit is hand-woven from imported alpaca wool from the West Sea, and the design comes from a noble family in the Goa Kingdom..."

The saleswoman enthusiastically greeted him, promoting the suit with a beaming smile.

"Ten of them."

Garen's words immediately silenced the saleswoman.

"Haha..."

The saleswoman's expression instantly became very interesting: "T-This is a limited edition, there's only one."

"Oh?"

Garen said casually:

"Then wrap up all the clothes in the store that look similar in style to this suit for me."

As a protagonist, how could he not have a wardrobe full of the same style of clothes as a backup?

"This..."

The saleswoman was still a bit overwhelmed: "Aren't you going to ask about the price?"

"Ahem..."

Nami, who was closely following Garen, stepped forward with a charming smile and gently pulled open the zipper of the large canvas bag in her hand in front of the saleswoman.

This canvas bag was very large, large enough to hold all of Garen's gains from the past three days in one go.

Steel Cutlass's head had been quickly exchanged for 10 million Beli in cash under the special care of Smoker, the new head of Loguetown, plus the selfless contributions of kind-hearted people like Buggy and Commander Hammer...

The contents of this bag were extremely rich, making it hard to imagine that Nami, this delicate-looking young girl, could carry it.

But Nami stubbornly held onto it, and the more she carried it, the more energetic she became.

The well-informed saleswoman was immediately dazzled by the contents of the bag.

The smile on Nami's face grew even wider.

She had only been saving money constantly before, and this was the first time she had enjoyed the pleasure of spending money lavishly, it was so incredibly satisfying.

Anyway, this money was strictly speaking Garen's property, so she might as well spend it.

"Your family is really rich..."

The saleswoman uttered her most sincere thoughts in a daze.

"So-so."

Garen replied casually:

"My family is just an ordinary family."

These words made Nami, the bag-carrying coolie beside him, twitch her lips and couldn't help but give Garen a disdainful eye roll.

"For me, the happiness that money brings me is less than 5%."

Garen spoke more and more smoothly, and the noble aura of indifference to the world on his body became more and more intense:

"My purpose in going to sea has never been to make money, making money is just something that happens along the way."

But the saleswoman's eyes were already shining, and the other staff in the store also surrounded him like stars surrounding the moon.

Money is naturally king.

Garen's unreasonable demands were met by the staff who were on a chicken blood rush in just a few minutes.

Dozens of identical white suits were neatly stacked and packaged by the attentive staff and delivered to Garen.

With banknotes being scattered out in large quantities, Garen's shopping trip was successfully completed in this simple and domineering process.

Next, it was Nami's turn to choose clothes, which could be regarded as employee benefits for the temporary navigator issued by Garen.

Although Nami was already a hidden millionaire, she had always lived a frugal and low-key life due to her miserable background and hard work, and she always wore a set of ordinary short sleeves and skirts.

It was the first time in her life that she could wear her favorite expensive clothes to her heart's content.

The thoughts of a girl who was overwhelmed by the heavy life were finally given a small release.

Nami casually picked out a valuable piece of clothing and walked into the fitting room under the service of a group of shop assistants.

A suggestive rustling sound echoed faintly, adding a strange and ambiguous atmosphere to the scene.

After a long while, Nami, fully dressed, finally emerged to meet the anticipation.

Unexpectedly, Nami had chosen a pure white princess dress that was quite different from her lively personality.

She wore a plain, off-the-shoulder dress, her bright orange short hair just grazing her delicate collarbones. The light, pure white fabric fell in layers, outlining an alluring curve thanks to Nami's impossible figure.

The dress puffed out slightly below Nami's slender waist, revealing the girl's jade-like, slender legs, tracing an ambiguous curve in the warm, bright light.

The smile on Nami's face was just right, her faint dimples cute and lively, yet the slight upturn of her lips revealed a natural elegance and charm.

"So beautiful!"

The first to praise her was the saleswoman who had been by her side all along.

Such flattering compliments were her professional skill, but today she shouted it out from the bottom of her heart.

"Enough said."

Garen silently took out a wad of cash: "I'll take it."

"Does it look good?"

Nami inexplicably walked up to Garen and asked the redundant question.

"Stunning."

Garen didn't hold back his praise.

The smile on Nami's face grew even brighter.

Garen's gaze quietly shifted to Nami's left arm:

There, a light yellow silk handkerchief was gently tied, contrasting with Nami's fair and jade-like skin.

But Garen knew that Nami was not wearing this scarf for aesthetic reasons.

"You don't need to hide it."

Garen said softly, "I know what's there."

Nami's body trembled slightly.

Garen's expression suddenly became serious, his eyes full of determination:

"Three days from now, I will fulfill my promise."

"That salted fish will definitely die."

The ambiguous atmosphere suddenly became heavy, and the saleswoman next to them unconsciously tensed up.

"Mm."

Nami simply replied with one word, but her eyes contained infinite brilliance.

"Go pick out a few more clothes!"

Garen smiled gently and said the most domineering line a man could say:

"Buy whatever you want, I'll pay."

Several hours later.

"Is it too late to regret it now?"

Garen slumped half-dead in a chair in the clothing store, staring weakly in the direction of the fitting room.

Because of Garen's words, Nami instantly entered shopping spree mode.

And her shopping style was different from Garen's wholesale market approach. Every time she bought a piece of clothing, she had to run into the fitting room to try it on, and then stand out beautifully for Garen to admire.

Cheongsams, short skirts, hot pants, dresses, noble gowns... she had tried on all kinds of fancy clothes.

At first, Garen found it incredibly stunning and watched with relish.

As time went on, Garen became like a dehydrated salted fish, with only a breath left in his body.

"How can buying clothes take so long?"

"Can't you just pack them up and wear them at home?"

Garen couldn't help but cover his face and sigh.

"Haha..."

The saleswoman next to him, although also looking exhausted, had energy beyond Sir Garen's thanks to the power of money:

"Girls always shop for clothes like this."

"Sigh..."

Garen sighed helplessly and could only wait for Miss Nami to finish changing.

After a moment, Nami came out again wearing a noble and awe-inspiring mink coat.

She walked up to Garen with vitality and asked the question she had repeated countless times today: "Is it pretty?"

"Pretty my ass!"

Garen grumbled helplessly, "Why are you wearing a fur coat in the middle of summer?"

"You spendthrift woman, hurry up and finish buying clothes so we can go home!"

"Hmph!"

Nami snorted softly, but remained completely unmoved as she ran to a nearby shelf to pick and choose.

"Sir, please be patient!"

The saleswoman smiled and smoothed things over:

"Your girlfriend is so beautiful, she's perfect for..."

"Hold it right there!"

Garen waved his hand impatiently:

"Don't talk about whether she's pretty or not!"

"I'm face-blind!"

"I can't tell if she's pretty at all!"