The workshop fell deathly silent. Even the two young men arguing in the distance stopped what they were doing, staring at the scene in astonishment.
Tom's gaze moved back and forth between the money and Dawn, the surprise on his face finally impossible to hide.
But he quickly regained his composure and took a deep breath.
"Enough... this deposit is more than enough."
"If it isn't enough, contact me anytime."
Dawn handed him a slip of paper with a string of numbers written on it.
"This is my private number."
Tom took the note and carefully tucked it into the pocket of his work clothes.
Then Dawn laid out his specific requirements for the ship's rooms.
For example—
"The kitchen has to be big."
"The captain's cabin needs a big bed."
"There has to be a sufficiently large warehouse."
"There has to be a sufficiently spacious training room."
"There must be a gigantic fish tank large enough for a twelve-meter-long mermaid to swim freely in."
"There must be a room capable of accommodating an Ancient Giant."
"..."
Tom diligently wrote down every one of those strange requirements.
After stating his demands and asking about the estimated delivery date, Dawn had Nami release her clouds again to conceal him, then left Tom's Workshop with the little girls.
"Mr. Tom!"
As soon as the group left, Iceburg, who had been watching from the sidelines, finally could not hold back any longer.
"Are you really going to take this job? That man... the ability he displayed just now, he's the one who attacked Mary Geoise—"
"What does that matter?"
Tom interrupted him, his voice calm.
"A visitor is a customer. A customer's identity is none of our concern."
He crouched down and began gathering the money from the ground, stacking the bills one