The Pirate’s Green Bull Marshal

According to the rules, the Navy's warships must enter and exit the New World, and it is forbidden to spend money on coating without permission. They can only be coated at the base stationed in the Chambord Islands, just like the "doghead warship" of Garp in the future.

But to coat at the base, the necessary procedures still have to go, it is not complicated, just apply, and then wait for the permission of the base chief, of course, you can also refuse, this is one of Vidal's current rights.

"Meet you again, Dorag."

Vidal walked out of the office himself, and saw his old classmate at the port in the base. Sure enough, this kid's face was very gloomy, and he looked preoccupied.

This made him sigh in his heart, "The current Drago is still too young, and the skill of this city needs to be improved." "Well, please leave the coating."

Drago's attitude was a little cold, and he obviously didn't want to communicate with Vidaldo, because in his opinion, this old classmate obviously didn't agree with him.

There is a saying that is good, if the way is different, if you don't conspire with each other, there is nothing to say!

Vidal smiled and didn't care about it at all. Instead, he smiled and said, "The coating will definitely take a few days. Today is my first day as the base chief. How about we have a drink or two?"

"No, hey, you!"

Just when Drago wanted to refuse and was about to return to the warship, Vidal suddenly grabbed his right hand, which made his face change.

"Let's go, let me bring you a glass of white wine. You don't seem to have tasted it that day!" Vidal dragged him to the cafeteria in the base talking to himself, and Kung Fu Manatee followed obediently at his feet.

"Let go first!" Drago's gloomy face suddenly broke, and he sighed helplessly while following.

It's not that he really couldn't pull out his arm. Although Vidal's grip was indeed strong, no matter what he thought about it, he was a classmate he had known for many years, so how could he really struggle hard.

"Isoka, ask the cafeteria to prepare a box for us, and we won't need any food!" But Vidal ignored him, and ordered his secretary, the lieutenant, as if he was going to drag his friends to celebrate his appointment.

"No need! I haven't promised him yet!"

"yes."

It's just that Isoka knew her identity very well, ignored Drago's dissuasion, and hurried to the cafeteria to inform, which made Drago helpless.

And the navies brought by Drago,

They looked at each other, but no one dared to stand up and say anything.

Just kidding, a major general, a brigadier general, where is it their turn to intervene?

Seeing this, Drago had no choice but to shut up, and while listening to Vidal happily chanting in front of him, he followed into the box speechlessly.

"Hey, this time I'm not only celebrating my appointment, but also thinking that when you get to G-3, we won't have many chances to meet in the future."

Vidal looked at the other party meaningfully and said, then turned his head and ordered outward: "From now on, no one can disturb us!" After finishing speaking, he directly closed the door of the box, and even hung the door lock.

This made Drago, who had just sat across the table, frowned, and began to feel vigilant in his heart, although he couldn't think of a reason for Vidal to deal with him.

"I remember you love cakes, right?" Vidal turned around and smiled at him, at the same time, snapped his fingers with a snap.

In the next moment, more than a dozen green plants of various types grew on the dining table, and turned into various cakes at a speed visible to the naked eye, the most of which was the kind of milk cake that could be eaten in one bite.

"You even know that I like to eat this?!" Drago was very surprised when he saw this, thinking in his heart, did he show his preference in this direction when he was in the special training camp?

But what he didn't know was that Vidal had read his detailed information a long time ago, including his favorite food, plus he ate up half of the cake by himself during the special training camp Condition.

After all, few of the first 50 people liked sweets.

"I've never tried white wine with cake, hahaha!" Vidal laughed boldly, and the laughter was clearly transmitted outside.

At the same time, a wooden white wine bottle appeared on his right palm, he opened the bottle cap, and poured some into the small wine glass that automatically appeared on the table as the aroma of the wine overflowed.

"Come, have a drink!"

"All right."

Seeing Vidal pick up the wine glass so enthusiastically, Drago had to clink the glass together and sip a little of the wine, but he didn't dare to finish it in one gulp.

"What a strong drink..."

Even if it was just a little bit, the feeling of burning his throat like a flame still made Drago frowned, but the warmth in his stomach made him feel refreshed, coupled with the smell of wine in his mouth, he couldn't help but taste more. Take a sip.

"If you like it, I'll give you a few boxes when you leave!" Vidal picked up a small cake and took a bite, and the sweet and milky smell immediately made him feel a little happier.

"Need not."

Dorag shook his head.

"Whether or not, let's make a decision after drinking this bottle of wine." Vidal held the wine glass in his hand and raised the corner of his mouth.

【嗡——】

As soon as the voice fell, there was a slight green light on the floor, walls, and door of the box, and a thick layer of wood sealed the space in an instant.

"you!!"

With a bang, Drago immediately stood up from the chair, with an aura that was strong enough to give people a strong sense of oppression, it was the domineering power of armed color.

But in the face of such momentum, Vidal was not affected in the slightest. Instead, he raised a finger to his lips and lowered his voice.

"Shhh, don't worry."

Although this layer of wood has a certain sound insulation effect, he still chooses to deal with it cautiously. At the same time, such a cautious appearance also surprised Drago.

Because he found that Vidal didn't show the slightest aura, and even his muscles didn't tense up. Obviously, he didn't intend to do anything.

"I'll do some preparatory work first, you wait a moment." After speaking, Vidal took out a phone bug with a recording and broadcasting function from the pocket of the justice coat, and then lightly pressed the button on it.

"Hahaha, this liquor is not bad!"

"That day Sakalski was tortured enough by this wine!"

"Back then, when we were in the special training camp..."

Drago was surprised to see that the phone bug was imitating Vidal's voice and saying one sentence after another. This is not over yet. Two humanoid wooden avatars appeared on the dining table, and they picked up the wine glasses on the table and touched them lightly.

The crisp collision sounds, combined with the recording and broadcasting sounds, really gave the impression that the two were still drinking and chatting, which made Drago even more puzzled.

"What are you doing?"

"Let's go in and talk!" Vidal said something inexplicable to him, then patted the manatee sitting on the chair beside him, "Open the door."

"Wow!"

The manatee let out an obedient cry, and then pushed the air beside it with two small fists, and suddenly a small door less than four meters high appeared out of thin air.

Drago saw the green space in the door at a glance. At this time, Vidal walked in first, and then greeted him in a low voice inside the door.

"come on in!"

To be honest, Drago didn't want to go in, or under normal circumstances, he wouldn't go in at will, so no matter how you look at it, it's the manatee's fruit ability, and the manatee is Vidal's pet, so it obviously has a certain risk.

But the two wooden clones and the phone bug playing the recording made him feel the deep meaning of Vidal's actions.

In the end he chose to go in.

When the air door slowly disappears without a sound, leaving only the wine table in the box that is still "lively"......