Pirates: Green Bull Marshal

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Porusalino finally took the mung bean, threw it into his mouth, bit it into pieces, and swallowed it. When it entered his stomach along the esophagus, a light green halo appeared on his body.

"Ah"

He could clearly feel the warmth pouring out of his body, and the exhaustion all over his body was recovering quickly.

"How about it? It's very comfortable." Vidal joked: "Now do you understand why I said that we are a match made in heaven?"

Porusalino hesitated for a while and finally understood. This thing called mung bean can restore his physical strength, while the ability of the Devil Fruit is to consume physical strength.

Vidal's photosynthetic energy can not only restore physical strength, but also recover from injuries, but he needs light to replenish energy, and he can just provide enough light source.

In this way, a closed loop is formed. If they cooperate well in battle, it is really possible to produce the effect of perpetual motion. Even if they cannot defeat the opponent, they can still be dragged to death.

Although he didn't say this truth, none of the people present were stupid, and they all understood what was going on.

Devil fruit abilities can also be linked together in this way

But just when everyone was amazed at Vidal's idea, Vidal suddenly turned his head and looked at Sakaski.

"By the way, you ate one of my mung beans before, so you owe me one hundred thousand beli. Don't be in a hurry to pay it back. I know you don't have any money now. We'll talk about it later."

Sakaski's mind was filled with questions. He opened his mouth and didn't know what to say. Is there a charge for this thing?

"And you guys, if you need mung beans, come to me and ask for them. You can owe them first, but Benson, Flying Squirrel and you six don't need them."

"I will give you three mung beans every week, so you can use them sparingly." Vidal smiled gently at them.

They also knew why there was such a difference in leading the team. The six people from Flying Squirrel and Huoshaoshan looked at each other and did not refuse this kind offer.

Because they also thought of the wonderful uses of mung beans.

This thing can not only be used in battle, but can also be eaten during normal training when most of the physical strength is exhausted.

In this way, you can train more than those who don't have mung beans, and the gap will gradually appear over time.

But we are all young heroes, and apart from being unable to compare with those four monsters, no one feels inferior to anyone else.

So although few people stood up to make a reservation on the spot, they actually made a decision in their hearts.

Exchange money for strength and you will never lose money in this world

Moreover, judging from the results of Gumir, Benson and the others, it seems that they don’t necessarily have to spend money to buy it...

"Teacher Zefa, do you want one too?" Vidal didn't care about their little Jiujiu. Anyway, the words had been released, and it was his own choice.

At this time, the warship under his feet had already returned to the Navy headquarters, but this was not important.

"Teacher" Zefa raised his eyebrows. He had always heard people call him an instructor. The word teacher was still new.

"I think the instructor sounds too polite, so I'll call you teacher from now on, okay?" Vidal said with a smile.

Zefa thought for a while and nodded: "You can give me ten mung beans for free, and I will accept them."

"..." Vidal has a black line on his face. How can I change it to a more respectful title? I have to give you something and I don't want you to call me teacher.

But just think about this in your mind, and on the surface, he took out ten mung beans and handed them over without hesitation.

According to the price of one hundred thousand beli, ten of them are only one million beli. One million beli can exchange for Zefa's friendship. It's a good profit.

As for the consumption of photosynthetic energy, um, didn’t I take a wave of Polusalino just now, and the energy in my body was almost full at this time.

This is actually equivalent to using Polusalino's energy in exchange for benefits. It's not a loss.

"Okay." Zefa shook the ten mung beans in his palm with satisfaction and asked, "Are you short of money?"

"It's not a question of whether there is a lack or not. I just like money and treasures. It can be regarded as a personal hobby." Vidal said these words without any concealment.

Hearing this, Zefa could only sigh. Fortunately, Vidal came from a navy family. Otherwise, 80% of his hobby would be to be a pirate, and the remaining 20% ​​might be a bounty hunter or something.

However, it is not a bad thing for a navy to like money. As long as it is not too greedy, the salary is already very generous.

A major in the headquarters earns five million beri a month, and when he reaches a brigadier general, it rises to more than ten million berri. This money is enough to live a wealthy life.

But he still underestimated Vidal's desire for money, which wasn't enough to fill his teeth.

As expected, just as they were about to arrive at Malinfando, a group of students finally couldn't hold themselves back any longer and came over one after another to ask about Mung Bean.

Vidal didn't hesitate, and asked everyone to give one to try, and explained that if they think the effect is good and they still want it, then they will come to him later.

The reason why he doesn't start selling on the spot now is because he doesn't have anything to keep the accounts in his hand, so it's better to wait until he goes back.

But the flying squirrel, the three of Gumier and the others are easy to deal with, and they will be handed over to them directly.

It had to be said that the effect of putting mung beans in the hands of six people in front of everyone was really good. He noticed that the expressions of many people had changed.

In this regard, he just smiled, and the future is long, so there is no rush.

Arriving at the port of Marinefando, everyone lined up in the square again. Zephyr stood in front of them, with several generals surrounding them.

"This melee should be enough for you to understand your respective differences. I hope that in the next eleven melees, I can see your progress."

"Now let me tell you about the course arrangements."

"I believe you have all seen the books in your room, and your task is to memorize the knowledge inside through self-study."

What? All the fifty students in the self-study class looked surprised. Is there no one to teach them?

But Zefa ignored them and continued: "Every Sunday, Cathedral No. 404 of the Naval Academy will be open for you."

"If you don't understand something, you can gather your questions together that day and ask the teachers of each course waiting for you there."

"The time is from 1 pm to 9 pm. No waiting will be done if you are late. There will also be an exam held once a month. Those who fail will be prohibited from participating in the Z Island melee that month. The last ten will also be punished."

Vidal was shocked. He didn't expect that he had traveled through time and had to face an exam once a month.

Thinking about the dozen or so thick textbooks, he seemed to see the painful time of the next year.

"Teacher Zefa, what about training?" A student in the team behind him couldn't help but raise his hand and asked.

Zefa glanced at him. He didn't expect these little guys to climb the pole, so they called the teacher one by one, but it sounded good.

"Gather here at six o'clock every morning. Training will be conducted on Z Island. If there are special training projects, we may change places. We will return to the headquarters at six o'clock in the afternoon."

The whole place was silent, so their self-study time was only from 6 pm to 6 am, including bedtime.

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