The Great Voyage Beginning from the Tianlong People

Now Gion is almost certain that Luther deliberately lured Garp into trouble.

But Gion still had some doubts about the result.

She didn’t know whether Luther thought that Garp would use force, or whether Luther relied on his identity and thought it was a small conflict.

But when he thought about Zefa leaving and coming back, Gion felt that it was not that simple.

Luther should have figured it all out…

But what if Zefa didn’t come? Who can stop Garp?

Gion recalled that time and smiled bitterly.

If her condition wasn’t so bad at the time, she might have been able to detect Luther’s backhand.

Although she didn’t know Luther’s back-up plan, she roughly knew why Luther did this.

Everything was staged for the one who came today.

Gion didn’t know what Luther wanted to gain. Perhaps it was to make the other party look down upon him, perhaps to gain some substantial benefits, or perhaps to make Sartan fearful of Garp….

There are many similar possibilities.

Perhaps Garp dared to trouble Luther because of the secret instruction from the person who came today.

But the person who came today would never have thought that Luther would be so seriously injured.

Even the Tianlong people dare to fight like this. Even if Garp has no intention of betraying the navy, the one who came today may not necessarily think so.

When the faction headed by Garp falls, Luther will become the biggest beneficiary if he does not break away from the World Government.

With the personal connections he has connected, he can almost command the entire navy.

But although the probability of Garp is high, Gion still has other ideas.

She knew Luther and had heard too many future ideas around him.

So she felt even more that Garp was a smoke bomb thrown by Luther, and he was actually the one who wanted to plot something….

Zefa!

Gion took a deep breath, closed his eyes slightly, and his hands trembled slightly.

He would rather use Garp’s beating as an excuse to cover up, and then use the excuse of becoming stronger to ask Zefa for guidance….

Is it enough to do this for Zefa?…

Gion pulled out Zefa’s information sheet and read it carefully again:

【Zefa】

【Current Navy Chief Instructor】

【Strength: General-level general level】

【Threat: 0】

【Weaknesses: Kind-hearted, even if his wife and children were killed, he would still kill pirates. Cowardly character, embarrassed to take on heavy responsibility!】

【Interpersonal relationships: Comrades: Garp, Tsuru, Sora, Sengoku; Students: Sakaski, Kuzan, Porusalino, Gion, Kaki…】

【Note: Although there are many students, most of them are respectful and will not work for them]

Gion touched the paper with his white hands, seeming to think of the days in the elite training camp, and raised a slight smile.

If he is the top warrior in the navy, this information is indeed correct.

But not everyone is a top powerhouse. There are more lower-level combatants in the navy.

As long as Mr. Zefa thinks about it, a large number of general-level officers will follow him when he calls out….

As Zefa serves as the chief instructor for longer and longer, the proportion will continue to increase.

Gion himself was a member of the naval system, so he could better understand Luther’s approach.

Making good friends with Zefa is almost equivalent to making good friends with the future of the navy.

Luther’s eyes have never been on the present.

After thinking about this, Gion couldn’t help but admire Luther.

Just one O’Hara incident connected all these things to achieve the goal.

Among the people she knew, only Luther could do it.

Your Highness Luther, how can I be so worthy of being valued by y

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Gion’s face was complicated, and his finger pointed at a piece of paper that he had not read.

Her name was written on the side of the paper.

After reading this piece of paper, she will most likely know what Luther values in her, and she can even deduce the way he guides her.

She and Luther got along so naturally, and it didn’t take long before she subconsciously agreed with Luther.

It’s not that Luther doesn’t have this charisma, but that she is not someone who makes decisions so easily.

Just look and you’ll get the answer, right?…

Gion raised his head slightly, glanced at Luther who was sitting with his eyes closed, and suddenly gave a bright smile.

Maybe we can actually get the answer.

But this answer doesn’t seem that important anymore…

Bloody energy surged at the fingertips, and the fragile paper slowly turned into ashes under the influence of the Gion Fruit.

Luther, who was on the other side with his eyes closed and meditating, seemed to feel something. His eyebrows were slightly raised, and the corners of his mouth were also slightly raised.

“Your Highness, please have some tea!”

Gion came back with a smile, carrying the brewed tea, half-kneeling in front of Luther, and handed the teacup

“Very strong tea aroma! Luther sniffed the fragrance of the tea, took the tea cup from Gion, took a sip, his eyes lit up and he said:

“Great tea!”

“Your Highness, the tea here is good!”Gion said sincerely

“Although tea is good, how can it show its full potential without someone who knows how to make tea?”

Luther smiled slightly, took a sip of tea again, closed his eyes and enjoyed it.

“Is His Highness such a person?”Gion chuckled lightly.

“I don’t know either, but with Gion here, I think I can just be a tea connoisseur.”Luther replied with a smile.

“That’s it…”

Gion whispered meaningfully, his pomegranate eyes flickering, not knowing what he was thinking…….

Without letting Luther and the two wait any longer, a burst of footsteps sounded in front.

When Gion heard this sound, he frowned slightly and held his hand on Jinpira.

This is the palace of Don Quixote’s family. Even that person was too arrogant to intrude so recklessly.

Before Gion could do anything, Luther put his hand on her sword hand.

Seeing Luther shaking his head towards him, Gion gave up.

It’s not that Luther didn’t really feel it. Even if he was broken into his home like this twice, he would still be a little angry.

It’s just that he knows that some things require strength before you can be respected.

Sitting on the chair, Luther looked at the door expressionlessly, listening to Satan’s hearty laughter from far away, watching his fat body appear at the door.

The moment Satan appeared, Gion only saw Luther’s expression suddenly change, from indifference to smile and enthusiasm.

Just when she was wondering if she had seen it wrong before, she heard Luther say enthusiastically:

“Grandpa Satan! Long time no see! Welcome to the Don Quixote Palace. I just have something to ask you.”

“oh? What brings you, a wonderful young man, to me?”

As soon as Satan walked in, he felt uncomfortable when he heard Luther’s name.

The last time he came here, Luther was not so affectionate.

Luther’s head start made him a little confused.

“Grandpa Sartan, you’re welcome. Are you in charge of the Navy?”

“yes!”

“Then it’s okay if I want to execute a lieutenant general?”

“no problem…Wait, who are you going to execute?”

Satan wanted to agree casually. After all, he was just a lieutenant general, so he couldn’t do anything wrong.

But he suddenly remembered Luther’s strangeness, and there was a hint of vigilance in his eyes.