Honestly, it was a little embarrassing: Bright was already in his twenties this year, yet since coming to this world, he had never left the Grand Line.
Even when he had gone out to sea adventuring with Brother Fisher Tiger back then, they had only operated in Paradise. He had never been to the Four Seas.
It was no exaggeration to say that he truly knew nothing about the other four seas of this world.
Trying to find an obscure pirate crew in a vast, unfamiliar sea like the North Blue would inevitably be an incredibly difficult task.
Fortunately, by now, Bright no longer had to handle many things personally.
The intelligence networks under his good friends Tesoro and Morgans might not have been comparable to Cipher Pol, but they were undoubtedly second-best in the world.
Although that Luo fellow was still completely unknown at the moment, it should not have been too difficult if they genuinely wanted to find him.
In theory, that was correct. It was only a matter of time.
But too much time had passed.
A week went by, yet there was still no news from Tesoro or Morgans.
"Do you think it's so easy to find a group of nobodies in such a vast sea?" Even President Tesoro's reply left Bright speechless.
It had never been possible for it to be easy.
So he could not keep waiting like this.
After all, the old man had temporarily used bubbles to lighten the weight of his head and devoted his energy to building Pluto, but who knew when he might suddenly get the urge to chop off heads again?
So at a time like this, he could only call upon Fish-Man Island's foremost fortune-teller.
"The Heart Pirates?"
At the Mermaid Cafe, Madam Shyarly looked at Bright