"This Devil Fruit looks so familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere before..."
Olvia rested her elbow on her head and pondered, "I remember now! The Devil Fruit Encyclopedia seemed to mention this Devil Fruit."
"The Mercury-Mercury Fruit, a Logia type. Eating it turns one into a mercury human. It should be a very powerful ability."
Wayne looked at Olvia in surprise, "The Mercury-Mercury Fruit? Are you sure?"
"Look at its silver skin, doesn't it resemble the color of mercury?"
"Well, it really does..." Wayne sighed softly, already mostly convinced that this was indeed the Mercury-Mercury Fruit.
Undoubtedly, this Logia-type Devil Fruit has great potential. Mercury, as a toxic heavy metal, while not as visually destructive as the Magma-Magma Fruit, can evaporate at room temperature to form highly toxic mercury vapor, making it an invisible killer.
It's a very good Logia-type Devil Fruit, but it's not enough for Wayne.
"It seems my luck isn't bad; this thing should be worth a lot of money." Wayne casually put away the Mercury-Mercury Fruit and looked at Olvia, "I have what I came for. If you wish to continue researching these ruins, please do."
"That's wonderful!" Olvia breathed a sigh of relief, a grateful smile on her face. "We still have some important text rubbings and structural surveys to complete!"
"By the way, Mr. Wayne, you are so powerful. I wonder if you would be interested in joining our archaeological team?"
"Me? Join you?" Wayne chuckled and shook his head, "I'm afraid you can't afford my appearance fee."
Olvia shrugged regretfully, "Alright, that's a real shame."
She looked at Wayne sincerely, "In any case, thank you very much for helping us deal with that ancient guardian! Otherwise, our research would have been abandoned halfway."
"Hey, it's a small matter, just something I did along the way." Wayne waved his hand casually, but his gaze lingered thoughtfully on Olvia's face for a moment.
"Ms. Olvia, if I may be so bold, are you married?"
"Huh?" Olvia was clearly taken aback, a hint of surprise and confusion flashing across her face. "Why are you suddenly asking that?"
Wayne showed an apologetic smile, "Uh, well..."
He rubbed his nose, "I see you're so beautiful and have such a good temperament. I wonder if I might have the honor of pursuing you?"
"Hahaha!" Olvia was amused but still firmly rejected Wayne, "Thank you for your admiration, Mr. Wayne."
"However, I've been married for a long time. And I also have a daughter."
Olvia's voice became a little lower, tinged with sadness, "Although my husband is no longer with us, I genuinely don't have the time or energy to start a new relationship right now."
Looking at Wayne's extraordinarily handsome face, Olvia said earnestly, "A young and handsome man like you, I believe there are many great women who would be willing to be with you. Why bother with a woman like me who has already had a child?"
What are you even saying? It's a good thing I, Wayne, don't have any special fetishes, otherwise, your 'widow + Mama' buff would be a super bonus in the eyes of certain scoundrels.
"Oh dear..." Wayne shook his head regretfully. "It seems I've come too late." Then Wayne asked, seemingly casually, "Is your daughter with you on this archaeological expedition? I don't recall seeing her on the ship earlier?"
At the mention of her daughter, the smile on Olvia's face instantly froze, "No, when she was only two years old, I entrusted her to my younger brother to raise."
"Now..." Olvia's voice choked up, "She probably doesn't even remember what I, her Mama, look like anymore."
"As you can see," she looked up, her smile bitter, "I am not a qualified mother."
"Archaeological research is too nomadic and too dangerous. I can't even guarantee my own safety, so how could I protect her?"
For her deceased husband's last wish, and to pursue the truth of history, she chose this lonely and dangerous path, but she also forever owed her daughter, Robin.
"I'm sorry to bring up a painful subject. Is there anything I can help with? Like sending something to your daughter? Or delivering a message?"
Olvia wiped away her tears, tried to compose herself, and shook her head, "No, I won't trouble you."
"Ms. Olvia!" Wayne suddenly became serious, placing both hands on Olvia's shoulders and looking directly at her, "I'm serious!"
"I grew up in the Tomato Orphanage, and believe me, no one understands that feeling more than I do!"
"Although your daughter is being cared for by your brother, that warmth and companionship from a mother is something no one else can replace."
"I know you have your reasons, but please don't forget that somewhere far away, there's a child longing for her mother's company, even if it's just a thought."
Olvia froze, tears unconsciously flowing from the corners of her eyes.
"You, you are right, Mr. Wayne, please follow me!"
Olvia turned and ran towards the archaeological ship docked on the shore, and Wayne immediately followed.
The archaeologists on the ship were astonished to see a tear-streaked Olvia:
"Dr. Olvia! What's wrong?! That robot..."
"Doctor! Are you hurt? Why are you crying?!"
Olvia paid them no mind, rushing directly into the depths of the ship's cabin, heading for her room filled with books and rubbings.
Soon, she reappeared on the deck, clutching two items tightly in her hands.
A leather notebook with curled page corners, and a clean, cute plush doll.
Olvia quickly walked up to Wayne and solemnly handed him the notebook and the doll.
"Mr. Wayne, this is my travel log. It contains the islands I've visited over the years, the scenery I've seen, and... some things I want to say to her."
"This doll I bought on Dressrosa Island. It was for her birthday. I always thought I'd give it to her next time we met, but... I never had the chance."
"Please, deliver them to my daughter, Robin."
Wayne took the notebook and the doll, nodding solemnly, "No problem, leave it to me."
"But, where is your daughter?" Wayne asked, knowing the answer, purely to follow procedure, otherwise, not asking anything would seem very strange.
"Ohara Island, the archaeological sacred land of West Blue."
"Understood, alright."
"Also... please help me deliver a message to Robin." Olvia took a deep breath and looked out at the distant sea.
"Tell her that Mama is very sorry, but Mama has reasons why she had to leave, and Mama cannot be by her side to watch her grow up."
"But Mama hopes she can be happy every day, and no matter what difficulties she encounters, she must bravely face each new day."
"Alright," he responded in a deep voice, "I'll remember it."
"Then I'll leave it to you, Mr. Wayne." Olvia bowed deeply. After straightening up, she seemed to remember something, pulled a pen from her pocket, picked up the flyleaf of the travel log, and wrote an address and a name in the blank space:
Alberby Island, Ginos Manor, in the first half of the Grand Line.
"Mr. Wayne, I have nothing to repay you with, but this is a piece of information about a Devil Fruit. I hope it can help you."