days in the world of pirates

(ps: I drank too much with a brother today, so that’s it for this chapter. I’ll try my best to make up for it tomorrow. I can’t check for typos. I’ll check after work tomorrow. Don’t worry, the number of words is within the free word limit. The number of chapters is wrong. I’ll wait for the editor in charge.

Change it to work?.)

Mo Sen was finally driven away by the disgusted Warring States Period.

Also being driven away was the old demon. This guy didn't know how to communicate with the goats of the Warring States Period, so that the goats' barking almost turned into the same "quacking" sound as it did.

So it was ranked as the third least popular among the Warring States Office.

The first one is Karp, then Mawson, and then it is.

Yes, after all, there are no outsiders. Sure enough, it’s not like a family doesn’t come into the house.

So, in the end, Mo Sen walked out of the Sengoku office carrying his package.

That's right, it's the package that contains the Devil Fruit.

In the past two days, this package had never left his sight.

To be honest, if he hadn't already eaten the slippery fruit, he would have eaten this fruit without hesitation the moment he saw it.

Imagine how exciting it would be for a man to appear in a blizzard.

This is cooler than any BGM, okay?

Ahem... Of course, the above are just side effects. As a natural-type fruit ability, it is the strongest Devil Fruit ability.

Once this fruit blooms, its upper limit is really scary.

So after he got the fruit, he already had a choice in his mind as to who the fruit would belong to.

This is also an important reason for returning to the headquarters. Of course, the sooner you eat the fruit, the better.

Opening fruits is not only a mental activity, but also requires a lot of time to practice and master.

Just like Doflamingo, if he hadn't eaten the Devil Fruit when he was very young, it would have been impossible to use so many powerful moves and even awaken.

What's more, you can also provide guidance yourself.

Judging from his current knowledge, it is definitely a hundred times better than trying to figure it out on his own.

There is no need to say which one can see further and more clearly: standing on the shoulders of giants and looking forward, or looking forward by yourself.

Of course, in the end, you still have to rely on yourself, and finding the moves that suit you is the most important thing.

What Mawson can do is avoid a lot of detours in the early stage.

This is why strong people are more likely to appear in the families of the strong, and rich people are more likely to appear in the families of the rich, because even a person with average talent is much better under the influence of ears and eyes than by groping on his own.

This is the importance of inheritance.

This is why Mawson knew that the navy would have many regulations, but he still had to join the navy in the first place.

It is because of this kind of inheritance and cultivation.

On his own, even if he trains himself to death, he will never be as strong as he is now.

On the way home, Mawson kept nodding to everyone who greeted him.

Now, Moson's popularity in the headquarters is the highest in the entire navy, except for the three senior generals like Garp during the Warring States Period.

The level of scenery is evident.

If the old demon hadn't slapped him after he left the Warring States Office, and now he has returned to his true form and carried it behind his back, the journey home would have been even more lively.

This guy is completely crazy.

Unlike himself, he is a quiet and beautiful man.

It doesn't match my calm, handsome and low-key style at all.

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It was still early for Vincent to get out of school in the evening, so Moson put the fruit at his home. At noon, he was going to the tavern to see if there was any new news from the headquarters recently.

As for Amy, he originally planned to send him to the recruit camp as he reported to Sengoku.

Later, I discussed it with Lieutenant General He.

I think it's better to let her study and train with Vice Admiral He's fleet first.

First, she is still young now, so Moson just smiled at what Zeng Guo said he liked. According to his age, he can be Amy's father.

He won't admit that he actually prefers the Yujie type in his heart.

Second, she doesn’t understand a lot of common sense at all. In fact, it’s too early to enter the recruit camp, and it will be very difficult to learn things, and she will not be able to achieve the greatest effect.

Mo Sen is not a rigid person, so of course he will accept He's kindness, although the other party may have misunderstood what he ordered.

And based on Moson's feeling, for the simple Amy now, I'm afraid she doesn't understand anything about the relationship between men and women.

However, I think that I will definitely learn a lot from following Lieutenant General He.

It was ten thousand times better than being a canary in that cage for the rest of her life, oh, being ruined by that garbage.

The Navy, although it will be a bit harder.

But after you learn the skills and be able to be yourself, everything will be worth it.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone greeting him on the road. Moson smiled and nodded at the excited person and continued to move towards his destination.

At the entrance of the Golden Time Tavern, Mawson opened the door and went in.

There were not too many people inside, after all it was noon and not night, so those who saw him raised their glasses to him as a greeting.

Mo Sen looked around and saw a short silver guy doing it alone with his back on his back, and couldn't help but smile on his face.

What a coincidence this time. I haven’t seen this guy for more than half a year, and I didn’t expect to meet him this time.

"A large glass of Gulas draft beer and three portions of golden signature barbecue."

Mawson shouted to the bar, then pointed to Smoker's position.

Usually when Mawson is alone, he will sit at the bar and listen to the people here gossiping, but there is no need to do that today.

The Golden Age is passed down from family to family. Their tradition is that every generation must have someone join the navy. This is the secret to their everlasting prosperity.

At the bar was a veteran of this generation who had retired from the navy. Mawson was considered a regular customer here. The other party also said hello to Mawson and indicated that he had heard.

Mawson walked straight to where Smoker was and sat on the chair opposite.

"Hey, brother Smoker, long time no see, did you miss me?"

Smoker rolled his eyes at Mawson, and the smoke from the cigar in his mouth was floating.

"Aren't you making trouble in the New World? Why do you have time to come back to the headquarters?"

Mawson stared at Smoker for a while, until he was so sweaty that he said playfully: "I heard envy and jealousy from your words, do you think what I did is a bit cool?

Do you also want to kill everyone like me?

What are you waiting for, young man, hurry up and go to sleep, you can have everything in your dreams."

Smoker's head was covered with black lines. He quickly took two deep puffs of cigarette and drank another sip of wine before he finally suppressed the urge to make the opponent's face look ugly.

"If I can't beat you now, I will definitely beat you up." Smoker said angrily.

At this time, the draft beer that Mawson asked for also arrived.

The freshest draft beer has been deliberately lowered to a freezing temperature. The glass outside of the golden liquid is covered with water droplets formed by the temperature difference. It looks mouth-watering.

Mawson picked up the wine glass, clinked it with Smoker's wine glass, took a big sip, and felt a cool feeling come over him.

"Cool!!"

Mawson put the wine glass in his hand on the table, looked at Smoker and said, "But speaking of which, why are you the only one here? Your old friend is here."

Smoker had the urge to hit someone again. What does it mean to be an old sweetheart? It's true that a dog's mouth can't spit out ivory.

If you don't have the same experience as this boy, you can't beat him now anyway, and his military rank is even more incomparable, so you can only endure it first.

Mawson didn't pay attention to the way Smoker ignored him. As if he was thinking of something, he lowered his voice and looked at Smoker.

"By the way, have Smoker ever thought of coming to my place? The first half of the Grand Line is still a bit uninteresting to you. Only when you go to the new world will it become more colorful. The most important thing is that you can quickly improve your strength."

Smoker looked a little moved, but he still held back his gaze and said nothing.

Mo Sen was shocked.

There's drama!

By the way, more than three months ago, my proposal to the Warring States Period was rejected. Now if Smoker applied by himself, it would have nothing to do with him.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the corner of Mo Sen's mouth, and then he returned to his original state.

Keep fooling... Bah, keep persuading Smoker.

"Look at your current strength. Your progress is too slow. Without experiencing life and death battles, how can you improve your strength quickly?

I competed with old man Garp some time ago, and we were evenly matched."

Anyway, now you don’t have to pay taxes when you brag, and no one comes to expose you.

Smoker looked obviously shocked and obviously didn't know the news. He looked at Merson and said, "You're not bragging, are you? What kind of strength does Lieutenant General Garp have? Please find a better partner if you are bragging."

"Look, you don't know this. Go to the G-3 base and ask. Who doesn't know this? Although I'm a little behind Garp now, it's only a small difference."

Indeed, there was only one drop, and the old man was not hurt by the drop. Instead, he was bruised and swollen.

Smoker obviously believed it. Although this guy Mosen was unreliable, he would not brag about this kind of thing.

Of course, there must be a lot of water in it.

"Is the New World really as powerful as you say?" Smoker was indeed a little moved.

In the final analysis, strength speaks for itself in this world, even in the navy.

No matter how many military achievements you have, if you are not strong enough, you will not be able to be promoted to a base commander, except in Bracket Sihai.

The naval bases located on the Grand Route are different from those in the Four Seas. The lieutenant general and base commander of each base must first have the strength to become a lieutenant general before he can be promoted.

Just like Mawson now, with the military achievements he has accumulated from doing these things in the new world.

I'm afraid he may be promoted to lieutenant general soon.

If he hadn't been so young, he would have been promoted to lieutenant general long ago.

The current record for the fastest and youngest promotion to lieutenant general in the Navy Headquarters is still held by Kuzan.

Kuzan joined the Navy at the age of 19 and was promoted to Vice Admiral at the age of 25. This was already unbelievable to people at the time.

"That's for sure. You know that the troops directly under my command know that at least half of the more than 100 people have mastered one of the six moves. Only by constantly fighting with the strong can the strength be improved quickly.

If you peck each other for a long time with noobs, you will really become a noob."

Seeing the desire for strength improvement in Smoker's eyes, Mawson encouraged him further.

However, what he said is actually true.

If you are at the level of a king, and you are playing tricks in the silver and gold game every day, it is great, but your operational awareness will only get worse and worse, and you will never get better with practice.

If you go back to play the King Game after a while, you will definitely be miserable.

It’s the same as Smoker going to Rogue Town to serve as a colonel in the plot.

In more than two years and almost three years, there has been almost no improvement in strength.

That's the truth.

"The only place a man should stay is when he comes to the New World. There are so many pirates there, and the navy has no advantage there. That's why we need a navy like ours that must always carry out its own justice."

Mo Sen sputtered a lot, his mouth was almost dry, and he took another sip of wine.

At this time, Smoker showed a trace of hesitation.

"How about I try?"