Frankenstein deserved only a small part of the credit for drawing Redfield here. They had been pen pals to begin with, merely exchanging letters and sharing insights from time to time.
Letters could be written anywhere. The one who deserved the greatest credit was Brook. Combined with the fact that Redfield, having witnessed Whitebeard and Roger at their peaks, no longer had much ambition and also wanted a peaceful life, this was what ultimately led him to make this choice.
The generous terms offered to Brook were partly for that reason as well. World-class stars were rare, but if they were willing to throw enough money at it, they could still create one as long as the person was not especially terrible.
Moreover, the fifty-fifty agreement with Brook had more detailed terms. For instance, it meant he had formally acquired a stake; future performance expenses would be drawn from the relevant profits, and as a shareholder, Brook would also have to invest.
But someone capable of attracting Redfield was not so easy to replicate. A powerhouse like him could not be won over with money alone.
The current Redfield was still a pure Body Technique fighter without a Devil Fruit, and he specialized in speed. The moment he finished speaking, he vanished from sight, clearly having headed for the lighthouse.
The place where Laboon lived was now called Whale Harbor. Perhaps because of the Island Whale's nature, Laboon was more sensitive to sounds and had now become Brook's exclusive listener.
Fame brought its own troubles. As the Soul King's name spread, Firefly Island gained quite a few Brook fans as well.
The island's rules had been established over the years. With the kingdom's laws in place, not many people came to disturb him, but scattered visitors still showed up from