days in the world of pirates

night.

Mawson's home.

Today was much more lively than in the past. Not only did the two old men Seng Guo and Garp come over, but even Kuzan also strolled over after get off work.

In addition, Ain and Kake Gion, who heard the news somewhere, came over, and then Sengoku Garpichi also invited Zefa over.

Someone here in Gion also invited Grandma He back, so for a while, a lot of big names gathered here in Mawson.

Fortunately, Mawson had the foresight to send a lot of dishes back, and finally found a few helpers from the Navy's chefs to finish the meal tonight.

After the reconstruction, Mawson's house is much larger than before, and the living room does not seem crowded even with so many people sitting there.

On the dining table, Karp dug out the fine wines collected by Mawson. He specially asked for a first floor of his house this time, and then made a special cellar to store the wine. Basically everyone who knows him well knows this.

thing.

Many generals who have a good relationship with Moson like to come to his place to have a meal every time they come back from outside to report on their duties. Of course, the most important thing is to drink his good wine.

Although the admiral's income is good, he is not so luxurious as to store half a cellar of fine wine worth millions of berriles a bottle.

In fact, with Mo Sen's current status, he doesn't have to spend money on any kind of wine, and even a lot of good wine is delivered on poles, just to gain fame.

So much so that there was a rumor later that any wine that was not collected in Mawson’s wine cellar was not considered top quality wine.

They are all speculated by good people. Look, no one doing business will do anything to suffer losses.

However, Merson laughed off such cleverness. As long as it wasn't too much, it didn't matter.

High-end wines never rely on quantity, but rather a little bit of quality that others don't have.

After the wine was served, the atmosphere became more lively.

So much so that he and Warring States Kuzan were drinking the tiger bone and tiger whip soup that Mo Sen had stewed for 7 or 8 hours after he came back.

Of course, there were also ladies who wanted to drink, but he naturally refused.

"Ah hahaha, boy Moson, why do you keep drinking that soup? Don't be so stingy and serve me a bowl too."

Garp finally discovered this and felt that this boy Moson was getting more and more stingy and refused to share good things with him.

But what does it mean that you left it to Warring States Kuzan?

Mo Sen rolled his eyes at him angrily. He had the nerve to say that to a guy who came to his house every day to eat and drink.

"No more, I drank it all."

Mawson showed the soup basin to Karp, and there were indeed only a few tube bones left in it.

But there was a wicked smile hidden in Mo Sen's eyes that no one noticed. Not only the tiger bone and tiger whip soup, but also the old man from the Warring States period also ate a lot of kidney flowers and leeks.

Fortunately, Kuzan said that he could freeze himself to cool down physically. I don’t know how the old man from the Warring States Period spent his night.

As for Zefa, of course Moson would not cheat the teacher he respected most in his heart, and he was not allowed to touch these things during the whole process.

"Yes, Mr. Garp, what kind of soup do you want? Let's have some wine." Jiaji sat on the other side of Garp.

In the New World these past few years, he had no way to drink the fine wines collected by Mawson. Now that he can finally drink it, he naturally wants to drink it all.

Garp turned around and forgot about this matter, and had a drink with Jiaji: "Hahaha, then just drink and ignore that kid."

Mo Sen twitched the corner of his mouth, looked at Qingqing Grassland, and asked: "Jiaji, I heard that you proposed to Miss Gion some time ago. Is this the hundredth time?

Gee, I have to say, you are really perseverant.”

Gion Meime rolled her eyes at Mo Sen, then smiled and said: "Kake is a good person, but he is not very suitable for me. But Mr Mo Sen, do you want to consider my sister?"

Maybe if you give it a try, my sister will agree to it."

"Don't."

Mo Sen waved his hand, "Miss Gion, don't say that. If I are really tempted, wouldn't it make Kaki fall into despair?"

Jiaji on the side felt bitter in his heart at this moment. It was hard to describe the bitterness of Yuliang's face when he was able to stand shoulder to shoulder with Kizaru.

I can only vent my hatred and resentment on Mawson... and drink cup after cup with Garp.

Gion looked at Mo Sen with a half-smile, and gently glanced at Ain, who had blue waves and eyebrow-length bangs next to him, and said: "I'm afraid it's not just desperate, but if so, I don't know how many people will be disappointed because of Mo Sen."

Mori your choice turns to despair.

Are you right, Ain?"

"Ah??I...I don't know~"

Ain was suddenly called by Gion and was a little panicked for a moment.

Although she is now mature enough and handles naval affairs neatly, she is undoubtedly still a naive person in terms of relationships.

Compared with Gion, the elder sister, she is still too young.

"Ahem..."

Mohsen also choked.

He glanced at Ain, and when his eyes met the young adjutant, he immediately blushed and lowered his head, pretending to eat food.

Silly Adjutant, you are too obvious like this.

So for a moment, everyone at the dinner table, including Sengoku Zefa Kuzan who had been talking, all looked at Mo Sen with a vague glance... a lot of glances!

For them, there is no doubt that Ain is the most suitable one for Mawson.

Although Boya Hancock is beautiful enough, she is a pirate who is opposed to the navy after all. Even becoming a Shichibukai will not change this fact.

However, they can't get involved in matters of personal feelings. All that needs to be said has been said, and the rest of the way still depends on how Mo Sen and the others go about it.

…

…

Late at night.

Mawson has also finished here. Don't expect old man Garp to stay and pack things. It's good if he doesn't cause trouble.

In the end, the little adjutant was considerate and took the initiative to stay and help Mo Sen clean up the place.

In the spacious living room, there is an indescribable atmosphere quietly spreading.

When the room was all cleaned up, well, I was actually very grateful to Ain, her fruit ability was really useful.

There is no need to even throw away the trash, and it disappears as soon as you touch it.

Except for some cellar wines, nothing here is twelve years old.

After he calmed down, Ain suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

She and Mawson spent quite a lot of time alone, but that was all work.

Nowadays, this kind of situation is very rare. This situation should be the only one in her memory.

"Sir...sir, it's...it's getting late. I have to go back."

With his head lowered, Ain prepared to say goodbye to Mawson.

Mo Sen also noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere. He didn't know if it was because of the alcohol or if he had overdone it today. He always felt like he was a little over the top.

"Well, it's indeed very late. How about... you go back..."

As he spoke, Mo Sen suddenly paused and patted his head, "Ahem, let's do this. I'll take you back."

Ain's originally a little disappointed mood became excited again, and he narrowed the corners of his eyes, revealing two cute dimples.

"Then...is it okay?"

"No problem, what's the problem?" Mo Sen patted his chest.

When he went out, he said to the knife rest on the side: "Old demon, take good care of your house and don't act like a drunkard."

Yes, today's old demon was the first one to be forced down.

Moreover, its wine quality has never been very good, so Mohsen needs to give it a warning when going out.

I’m not afraid of anything else. The main thing is that its loud drake voice disturbs people at night!

The starry sky in Malinvando is as brilliant.

The residential area is dark at night, with only the dim street lights emitting a hazy yellow halo.

It could be seen that the young adjutant was a little excited. I wonder if it was the effect of alcohol.

The road is very long, for Mawson who doesn’t know how to speak.

The road is also very short.

For Ain, who walked with her even though she didn't speak, this time was too fast.

In fact, the house Ain chose was not far from Mawson's, and it was only about three minutes away in a straight line.

However, Mawson has never set foot here.

When they reached the door, the two stopped.

Mawson still didn't know how to talk to Ain, but he was still more shameless after all.

He stepped forward and took Ain into his arms, giving him a gentle hug.

Ain's face was like a completely red apple, so red that it was almost hot.

She hugged Mo Sen with her backhand, rested her head on her chest, and said softly: "Sir, you don't have to feel burdened. Feelings are inherently selfish. What's more, this is what I want~"

After saying that, the little adjutant did not dare to stay any longer, otherwise she would not be able to leave this embrace.

Turning around, she went upstairs.

Starlight fell, and a blurry figure appeared on the ground. Mo Sen could even smell a faint fragrance that had not completely dissipated.

For a moment, I felt a little confused.

When the lights came on on the second floor of the two-story building, a figure waved to him by the window. Moson responded, turned and left.

"Oh~ I owe more and more!"