The Legend of the Pirate Murloc

Chapter 120 [Messenger of the Slave King]

【Navy Headquarters Marin Vendo】

The roar from the marshal's office could be heard even a few kilometers away.

However, most of the naval officers and soldiers are used to the loud voice of the Marshal of the Warring States Period. If they don’t listen to the loud voice of the Warring States Marshal, they will feel uncomfortable for a day, and they will feel uncomfortable for a day after listening to it. It turned out that the orderly of the Marshal of the Warring States Period was almost deaf.

In the office, Sengoku clapped his hands heavily on the wooden desk made of Adam, and shouted at Kuzan and Polusalino in front of him:

"The two of you are generals! Generals! The highest combat power of the navy!! Even if you two join forces, you can't keep that Moangsel. You have lived such a long life in vain!"

Bandaged Kuzan and Polusalino are passively accepting the saliva spewed out by Sengoku. For Sengoku's scolding, they always go in one ear and out the other.

Kuzan: Life Return is really easy to use. It is really worthy of Professor Capusan's technique. I really can't hear at all, but I am so sleepy and want to sleep.

Polusalino: I heard that a new batch of Marshal's special cigars has arrived again, and they are for Tianlong people. I wonder if Sengoku-san can give me some.

It took a while for the two of them to vent their anger, and then the Warring States stopped, and the Warring States just felt refreshed. Sure enough, the role of the subordinates is to relieve the leader's anger. It's really cool!No wonder those five old bastards keep trying to scold me.

Tsk!Just pushed too hard, my Adam wood desk!There are fingerprints, and it's all because of these two bastards.

Warring States looked at Kuzan and Polusalino, whose faces were covered with spittle, coughed with fists around their mouths, and said:

"Ahem, you are injured too, go back and have a good rest."

"Yes~"

Kuzan roughly guessed the meaning through Zhan Guo's mouth shape, responded, turned around and strode away, yawning as he walked.

I have to catch up on sleep, I only slept for eight hours on the warship, so how is that enough?
Seeing that Polusalino was still standing still, he looked at Sengoku with a smile.

"Porusalino, what else do you want?"

Polusalino immediately smiled, and asked, "Sengoku-san, which batch of special cigars?"

The veins on the forehead of the Warring States were bulging, and the boss with his mouth open, leaned in front of Polusalino, pointed his finger at the gate, and shouted violently:
"roll!!!"

"It's scary!"

Polusalino was sprayed and fell backwards, took a step back, made a gesture of surrender, and left in a hurry.

"Hmph, the old man is reluctant to smoke, so give it back to you?"

Zhan Guo fumbled to the drawer, just about to take out a cigar to savor the delicious taste, but he couldn't find the box after groping, Zhan Guo's face collapsed, Karp seemed to have been here before.

Could it be that this old man is selling money to buy senbei again?

Damn it, you old bastard can keep up with me in the whole navy, and you still steal my cigars?
"Karp!!!!"

Garp, who had already walked away, was startled by the roar, tightened the special cigar in his coat, and left in a hurry.

Hehe, the Marshal of the Warring States Period, there are many good things. Just a small box of cigars can sell for 50 Baileys.

In fact, the marshal specially provides cigars, one million yuan.

Karp’s annual salary is tens of millions, so why would he pay Sengoku for a pack of senbei with hundreds of Baileys?
Because Karp’s wages are all used for those sailors who retired due to injuries, or the families of sailors who died in the line of duty. After all, the navy is an extremely dangerous profession, and there are countless casualties every year.

Next to the marshal's office, Sakaski, who seemed to be working but was actually eavesdropping, smiled.

In comparison, I persisted against Moensel for at least two days, but the two of them only persisted for one day when they teamed up. Wouldn't it be equivalent to the strength of four generals if I rounded up?
Marshal position? Bring it to you!

In the office, Zhan Guo was leaning weakly on the seat, when the messenger rushed in: "Marshal Zhan Guo, this is the latest reward order for Moangsel."

The Warring States period received the reward order drawn up by the navy think tank from the messenger. In fact, apart from the crane staff, they were just a group of people who had nothing to do with food, and a group of terminally ill paranoid patients.

However, the amount they proposed is generally reasonable, so the Warring States Period did not let them go.

"42 billion Baileys?"

Has it increased by more than 7 million Baileys? If those sea emperors did not have the power of their subordinates, they would not be able to reach such a reward!It's probably because of breaking the Holy Land Mariejoa and killing the Celestial Dragons, that's reasonable.

Such a bounty, coupled with the army that recently appeared on Fishman Island, although he really doesn't want to admit it, Moangsel has undoubtedly touched the threshold of the fifth sea emperor, and his strength is even worse than that. In terms of power Although slightly weaker, it doesn't hurt much.

Warring States stared at the reward order for a long time, stroked his beard, put the reward order back on the table, and said to the messenger:
"Just fax it to the World Economic News Service."

The general reward orders are issued by the World Economic News Agency. After all, no force can have millions of information carriers, newsbirds.

The messenger's face changed drastically when he heard the words!

"Huh?!!! Just get rid of the World Economic News Agency like this? Marshal of the Warring States Period, no way! Those guys are backed by the World Government!"

"..."

Fishman Island, Dragon Palace City, and the Great Bathhouse.

The fog in the bathhouse was steaming, and a dozen or so plump mermaid ladies were scrubbing Searle's body with bath towels in their hands.

Searle was lying on the bed with his limbs stretched out, enjoying the meticulous service.

Whether it's brushing his teeth, washing his face or taking a bath, he doesn't need to move a finger, he just needs to cooperate with turning over and raising his hand.

A mermaid lady with long purple hair held a bath towel and rubbed it all the way along Searle's abdominal muscles...

"Yes! That's right there, work harder!"

There was a flush on Searle's face, and he said with enjoyment.

The purple-haired mermaid girl came to her senses, clenched her soft and white hands into fists and hammered Seer's abdomen, and scolded softly:

"Hate it, Sir Sir is really not serious."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Searle said with a smirk, and then raised an eyebrow at the purple-haired mermaid lady, her piercing eyes seemed to burst out with an electric wave.

The pretty face of the purple-haired mermaid girl turned red instantly, her head was steaming, she lowered her head and pursed her lips, and rubbed her hands harder. After rubbing for a while, she turned to Searle from the corner of her eyes and asked, "Master Searle!" , is this strength acceptable?"

"Well, it doesn't itch anymore, let's rub it in another place."

What you rub is just belly chicken, don't think too much about it.

Searle closed his eyes, his head was empty, enjoying the service of more than a dozen mermaid ladies, who were distributed in various parts of Searle, rubbing hard with bath towels in their hands.

Because he emptied his mind, Searle didn't notice it for a while, and felt that something was wrong with the coolness below.

Searle opened his eyes, and saw the mermaid girls with shining eyes.

"Hey!"

Searle's face was covered with black lines.

"Ah~ People's dreams are shattered, wow, the fish will die."

A mermaid lady glanced at herself, and began to cry.

……

Finally, under the shy laughter of a group of young ladies and sisters, Searle finally finished washing.

Searle was wearing a large bathrobe, steaming all over his body, and walked into the main hall of Dragon Palace City with a relaxed expression.

……

"The messenger of the slave king Prada?"

Searle sat on the throne equal to Neptune and asked with some doubts.

Neptune nodded and said:

"I arrived yesterday, but Brother Searle, you are resting, so I didn't bother you. I want to wait until your training is over before making a decision."

Searle sneered:
"This guy is dying, and he doesn't want to escape. Does he still have the ridiculous idea of ​​being lucky enough to survive?"

"Hmph! If you want me to say, just shoot him to death."

Thranduil said coldly.

"Brother Searle, why don't you first hear what is his purpose for coming this time?"

Jinbe, who came quickly with a steady and thoughtful mind, said.

Searle was silent and didn't speak, his eyes narrowed, as if he was thinking, and everyone quieted down when they saw this, without making a sound to disturb.

After a few breaths, Searle flicked his fingers on the armrest, making a crisp collision sound, then grinned and said with a smile:
"Okay, bring him up."

Hearing this, Jinbe's face calmed down, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he also wished to kill the slave king immediately, but if the two armies did not kill the envoy, he was really afraid that Brother Searle would kill the envoy without asking. Criticism, although Brother Searle may have a bad reputation now, he still wants to maintain it as much as possible.

Soon, two groups of murloc soldiers surrounded them, leading a man in a black suit and black manners to the main hall. The man had a handsome face, facing the extremely fierce eyes projected on him by Thranduil. The sight of deterrence is also calm and unhurried.

He bowed slightly and saluted the people sitting above him. He neither made himself appear too humble nor lost his courtesy, and he was very careful about the details.

The man smiled and said:
"My lord Searle, King Neptune, Lord Jinpei, and all the lords present, I am Gejek, entrusted by the slave king Prada, to mediate the grievances between the two parties."

Jinbe wondered:
"Mediation? Are you a member of the organization that recently appeared on the sea to mediate wars between two countries and earn mediation fees?"

The man nodded with a smile and replied:

"Yes, I didn't expect Jinpei-sama, who is the king's Qibukai, to have heard of it. I'm really flattered."

At this time, Searle propped his head on his right hand, stared at Gerjek, and sneered:
"Who gave you the guts to speak for that fellow Slave King?"

The surrounding temperature dropped several degrees in an instant.

(End of this chapter)