Glory of the Murloc of the Pirate

Chapter 593 Create the World

Chapter 593 Create the world

The new Fishman Island has fallen into a state of joy.

The news of victory has spread throughout the island, and all compatriots already know that Brother Bright led all his partners to win the war.

The world is about to undergo drastic changes, and everything they once dreamed of is finally coming towards them.

And in this cheerful atmosphere, there was a coffee shop that seemed very quiet.

Brett stood quietly behind the bar, making coffee.

His technique has become very skillful, and the alluring aroma has filled the cafe.

Charlie sat on the chair behind the table at the front of the bar, resting her chin on her right hand and looking at Brett quietly.

The light inside the coffee shop is soft and dim, and combined with the silence at this time, it creates a peaceful and leisurely atmosphere for a while, which can even make people feel a little drowsy.

"Try it, I'm very confident."

It was still night, but on the shore of New Fishman Island, in the temporary Exit and Entry Administration headquarters building, a large conference room was very lively at this time.

Charlie suddenly said, "It's not over yet, is it? You still have things you should do."

Dorag sighed.

You can’t stop being in the navy in the future, right?

"Garp, if you still want to be a navy, wouldn't it be great to join us?" Mr. Zefa said angrily.

He felt that these two elders were a little too stubborn.

Dorag slapped his hand on the table and said loudly, "I absolutely cannot accept that those kings still hold the power of the country after we have changed the world!"

He stretched out greatly and leaned lazily on the back of the chair. His head was raised as if it was broken, and his eyes were staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Since the debate continues, then listen to what I have to say!"

Brett put the coffee in front of Charlie, then sat down opposite her, looking at her confidently, "No one knows Charlie's taste better than me, are you ready to taste this most delicious coffee?"

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"What we are carrying out is a revolution, not just playing house! Marshal Garp!"

"Only you can mediate them, come with me quickly!"

You also said that after finally winning the victory, can't you let me have a good rest?

The only sound that could be heard was Charlie's soft swallowing.

"This is what I want to say! Zefa, you old guy, it's time to come back!"

Brett twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Then let them argue for a while longer."

"Now that we have decided to form a coalition government, let's divide the functions that each of them is responsible for!"

Brett looked at her expectantly, hoping to get a response from her.

Across the table, his old father, the gray-haired Marshal Garp, spoke even louder, "Should those kings who are famous for their kindness also be punished? They did nothing wrong in this war!

Now it was Dorag's turn to have a headache.

Miss Charlie didn't speak, she just took another sip silently.

"Then?"

"so,"

Dorag called his old father by his first name, "I was hesitant before, but after knowing the history of the Bika people, I have firmed up my belief!"

There is no need to add anything else, this is already the most delicious.

Brett already smiled.

"No! I absolutely disagree!"

"They will be punished because they are born kings. How can there be such a reason!!"

Brett turned his head and looked at this guy unhappily.

Marshal Garp turned his head to confront each other.

"Bright!"

"This world does not need such things as kings or nobles! No one should have a position above others just because of their blood heritage!"

"so--"

But that's it at this time.

Dorag's mouth twitched.

Brett pursed his lips, and then he could only nod helplessly.

The door of the cafe was suddenly pushed open violently, and Tezzolo hurriedly walked in.

This bastard old man is really stubborn!

Why can't I understand such a simple truth?

"Let's put that question aside for now and let's talk about the really important things!"

"What a joke!"

The commander-in-chief of the revolutionary army waved his hand, and a gust of wind suddenly blew in the closed conference room, "It is talent, not blood, that determines a person's status!"

"Go ahead, Brett."

Tezzolo grabbed Bright's wrist and said, "I finally won the war and conquered the whole world. Now is the most critical time. How can you be lazy here?"

Then let’s take care of the last things first.

Brett grinned, "It's the time we agreed before--"

"Many of them were beloved by the nation even before the war!"

Marshal Garp also slapped the table, "You are obviously still working hard to make your country prosperous, but you want to take everything from them because of their blood. Dorag, don't you decide to use it based on your blood?"

How can we deal with them?"

As a mere latecomer, why should I take it for granted?

I'm afraid this meeting to create a new government will not go smoothly.

"Yeah?"

What a headache.

"What a joke!"

"What's there to say?"

Mr. Zefa also felt very troubled by the dispute between the two. He didn't know who to agree with at the moment, so he simply made peace with it.

He smiled and said, "We defeated Im and the World Government. The dream that generations have longed for is now within sight."

Marshal Garp said matter-of-factly, "Of course our navy just needs to become the maritime force of the new government and safeguard justice in this world, just like in the past!"

This is the critical moment, what are you doing here, you bastard?

As he walked, he nodded as a greeting to Charlie, who looked at him in surprise, and then said anxiously, "While we are still drinking coffee leisurely here, Mr. Zefa and the others are already making a quarrel!

A touching smile appeared on Charlie's pale face, her cheeks turned slightly red, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Ah? I absolutely cannot agree to this!"

It wasn't until the crisp sound of the coffee cup being placed on the table was heard that Brett lowered his head.

"The war is over."

She took a gentle sip.

Charlie smiled and picked up the coffee, "Then I'm going to have a good taste."

He didn't say anything, and the cafe fell into silence.

"So what did they do wrong?"

Since everyone wants to be a navy, why not merge the two teams? Anyway, the NEO navy is also separated from the navy.

A vein jumped on Mr. Zefa's forehead, "The one who wants to become the navy of the new era is our NEO Navy!"

The door to the conference room was pushed open, and a tall figure strode in.

Dolag immediately smiled.