Pirates: The biggest scum in naval history

"So the rumors are true and you're a rich guy."

As soon as Darren walked into the yard, a deep voice with a smile came from in front of him.

There is an oak tree planted in the yard, and two beach chairs are placed under the shade of the tree. A figure is lying leisurely on one of the beach chairs.

"It's not a good habit to break into other people's yards."

Darren smiled.

Dolag shrugged and said with a smile:

"Don't be so stingy. You can't live in such a big house alone."

There was nothing Darren could do about this shameless guy.

He lay down on the beach chair next to him, looking calmly at the starry sky in the dark night with his deep eyes, and gradually fell into a trance.

Seeing that Darren didn't speak, Dolag, who couldn't hold back his words, couldn't help but find a topic and said:

"Congratulations on becoming the chief of this training camp."

"This is just the beginning. Don't forget that Kuzan is known as a 'monster'."

Darren said something, and he glanced at Dorag:

"But Major General Dorag, are you sure you don't want to go home?"

Dorag shook his head and said:

"No, I just had a fight with the old man and I don't want to go back and face his stinky face."

"Oh?" Darren answered without saying a word, "What's the noise about?"

Dorag rested his hands on his hands, looked up at the stars, and sighed:

"I excitedly told the old man that I wanted to become an admiral."

"But he suddenly acted like an angry cat and asked me to give up this idea. He said that I would just be a lieutenant general like him, free and easy. He said that my personality is not suitable for being a naval admiral."

Speaking of this, Dorag's tone was somewhat dissatisfied and aggrieved.

"Just because he doesn't want to be promoted doesn't mean that others don't want to be promoted, right?"

He turned to look at Darren.

"Darren, do you understand? I have grown up hearing the name of the old man since I was a child. Everyone says that I am the son of a naval 'hero' and have the blood of a hero..."

"You don't like people complimenting you like this?" Darren suddenly interrupted him.

Dorag was stunned and hesitated:

"That's not..."

He became a little aggrieved,

"It's just that everyone has given me such expectations, but no one has ever asked me what I want to do."

Darren rolled his eyes.

This is a typical worry of the rich second generation. To put it bluntly, it is because they are full.

He couldn't help but complain in his heart.

"So what do you want?"

Dorag's eyes immediately lit up when he heard this question, and he was very interested.

“Good question!!”

He suddenly shouted excitedly, which almost scared Darren to the point of jumping up.

"Darren, you know what? I've had a dream since I was a kid."

Dolag's eyes seemed to reflect the starlight in the sky, which was extremely bright, and his face showed the unique frivolity and wantonness of a young man.

"I want to change the world!"

"Change the world?"

Darren raised his eyebrows and joked:

"I don't know about others, but this world should be very good to you."

"Based in the light of a 'hero', you have a life of luxury that ordinary people can't imagine in their lifetime."

"As far as I know, when you were 15 years old, you became the prestigious Major of the Navy Headquarters. But when I was fifteen years old, I was still an ordinary private in Beihai, cleaning toilets and doing odd jobs for my superiors."

"When you were fifteen years old, you were surrounded by the favor of the Navy's top brass and the Navy's geniuses."

"When I was fifteen years old, I was either dealing with vulgar soldiers and gangsters every day, or fighting against the mafia and pirates."

"So, stop complaining."

Dolag suddenly blushed and hesitated:

"That... Darren, that's not what I meant."

Darren waved his hand and said:

"So tell me, why do you want to change the world?"

Dorag took a deep breath and said slowly:

"Actually, when I was young, I lived in Donghai, a place called Windmill Village. As the name suggests, there were many windmills in that place, you know, right? "

Darren nodded, thinking of course I know, even better than you.

"My mother died of illness when I was very young. The old man was very busy with military affairs and couldn't take care of me, so I was basically raised by the villagers of Windmill Village."

Dorag continued, memories gradually emerging in his eyes.

"It was a very peaceful country. There were no wars or disasters. Everything was beautiful."

"Until one day, a large number of refugees came floating from the sea..."

His tone dropped.

"I will never forget that scene... There is no good piece of meat on those refugees' bodies. The bones are wrapped in shriveled skin, looking like skeletons."

"The reason is that there was a famine in their country, and coupled with the plunder of pirates, more than half of the citizens starved to death."

"The villagers tried to rescue them, but their bodies were too weak and they died after a short time."

"You know, Darren...the country where those refugees are located is only two days' journey from Windmill Village...it's obviously less than a few hundred nautical miles, but it's hard to separate heaven and hell."

"I was thinking at that time, if I could be more capable, if I could have more resources, I might be able to save those people, right?"

"Being an admiral, no, even a marshal, will give you greater power and mobilize more troops, so you can better protect justice, right?"

Dorag suddenly gritted his teeth, clenched his fists and said:

"I'm not saying that the old man's method is wrong. Cruising against pirates is certainly correct."

"But maybe, in addition to crusading against pirates, as a righteous navy, we can do more things?"

"Guarding the weak and protecting civilians...isn't this what our navy should do?"

"this is my dream!"

He stood up suddenly.

"I want to change the world with the justice of the Navy!"

"Make this world a happy place!"

Hearing this, Darren fell silent.

He turned his head, looked at Dorag's still young profile, and suddenly understood.

At this age, Dorag still has high expectations for the justice of the navy...

But, Dorag, do you think the disasters and misfortunes in that country are really just because of natural disasters and pirates?

Do you really think... the navy can change this world?

"Maybe Lieutenant General Garp has the right idea."

Darren said something that stunned Dorag.

"You are indeed not fit to be an admiral, let alone a marshal."

"Go home, it's late, I have to rest."

After saying that, Darren stood up from the beach chair and walked into the house.

The moment the door closed, Darren said one last meaningful word.

"Dolag, this world is much crueler than you imagine... One day, you will understand."

An innocent and passionate boy will learn a lesson only when he hits the wall and gets his head bloody.

Until then, no matter how much others say, they can't change his mind.

boom!

The door closed inexorably.

Only Dorag was left standing there in a daze.

There was silence for a long time.

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Thank you for everything.

Let me remind the bosses again that Darren’s concept of justice is very complex and far from pure like Ron’s in the previous book.

This is also caused by the growth experience.

Darren has no golden fingers, but Ron has a system.

Darren climbed up from the bottom step by step, and Ron became the proud military cadet once he crossed over.