Pirates are born to be king

The first half of the great route,

Cigu Island, which is covered with white snow all day long, is a lively scene at the moment.Mobile terminal m..

Cromarimon stood in front of the dock that had been expanded several times, commanding the citizens in an orderly manner.

Due to long hours of overdraft work, the clerk's eyes were surrounded by deep dark brown circles. He should have been extremely tired, but he was extremely excited at this moment. All these abnormal behaviors were just because their King was coming back, bringing the 5000 people with him. Slave talents and materials worth 10 billion Baileys are back!

The citizens were busy spontaneously in accordance with the assigned tasks. They swept away the snow on the docks and roads, checked the ropes used to secure the ships, and cooperated with the few grassroots officials in the Drum Kingdom to sort out the registration information. Pen and paper.

The kind and simple citizens spontaneously took out the best food at home and held it on their chests, fearing that the cold weather would cool their fiery hearts. They thought of His Majesty the King's stomach that was always not full and traveled thousands of miles. Everything is not easy, and the food must be very unappetizing. Your Majesty must miss the food of the Drum Kingdom so much. I must let him eat it to his heart's content soon!

Several ignorant children gathered together, imitating adults, hiding things on their chests, shivering with cold,

The children were picking up black stones on the ground. They only remembered that during the days when His Majesty was away, their parents often talked about how the King ate many black stones every day. They naively thought that this was His Majesty's favorite food.

The children were shivering from the cold stones, forcing smiles on their faces. They refused to admit defeat and asked who had more stones in their arms, as if this could prove that they respected His Majesty more.

It was rare for Aunt Maria not to go to the orphanage today. With a compassionate heart, she baked many onion cakes that she was proud of and prepared to distribute them to the slaves who came from afar. She wanted these poor people to be in this cold place. On the windy island, I feel warmth and kindness.

The land here is cold all day long, but the people here are not without enthusiasm.

Cromarimon had just arranged for a team of people to check the temporary residence of the slaves for the last time, and then asked the cold-faced man on the side, "Dasji, how are you preparing the cold-warming clothes and stomach-warming food?"

Dasji, who was originally left to protect his own safety, was accidentally discovered by Chromamon's administrative talent. The already extremely busy affairs officer felt like he had found a treasure and immediately put it to good use.

After two months of 'part-time work' day and night, Dasji, who serves as King Wei's army, is now an experienced administrative assistant.

"A total of enough food has been prepared for 1 people. In addition, according to your instructions, one-third of the food is sweet porridge that is relatively light and nourishes the stomach. I have made my own decision and asked the nutritionist from the medical department to specifically target people with long-term hunger and fatigue. , adding corresponding supplements can achieve the effect of quickly replenishing the body." Dasji replied expressionlessly, looking at the affairs officer with a hint of complaint.

Is this guy still complaining that I set up him and Chopper?

How could Chromamon, who was very good at paying attention to details, not notice the abnormality of Dasji? He knew how much Dasji cared about his sister, but who told His Majesty Valpo to find a way to remain calm before leaving? 'Let Chopper learn medical skills voluntarily.

So he gave Dasji a half-day holiday, and as expected, this brother who cared about his sister went home immediately and met Chopper by chance. Just as he thought, a conflict occurred a few days later, and the little reindeer was also in the other party's. Under the stimulation, he came up with the idea of ​​becoming a doctor to treat Jasmine, and the whole thing went surprisingly smoothly without even needing his guidance.

only……

After the guy with extraordinary calmness reacted, he also had an extraordinary tendency to hold grudges. Chromamon touched his afro.

Dasji's brain was much better than that of Dalton. He didn't expect that the bull could teach such an outstanding person.

amount……

Chromamon recalled Dalton's usual behavior and the pair of gloves made of Laban fur...

No, maybe it has nothing to do with Dalton.

This calm young man has the carefulness and outstanding ability to handle government affairs that matches his talent. However, as a royal guard, he is a bit unqualified. Chromamon is ready to recommend Dasji to leave the royal guard and switch to magnetism after His Majesty returns. This would allow him to better share the worries of His Majesty with the daily affairs of the Drum Kingdom. After all, there are now 5000 slaves that need to be arranged, and the supplies brought back with the fleet are so huge, it is already beyond the capabilities of him and Jace alone.

As for the administrative talents of slaves, it will take time for those people to be verified before they can engage in real confidential work. Now time is running out and new blood must be replenished in time.

Chromamon just kept this decision in his heart. He never considered Dasji's wishes from the beginning to the end, because the affairs officer believed that the other party was loyal to His Majesty, and was sure that as long as His Majesty ordered him to abandon the military and join politics, he would Absolutely no complaints.

The affairs officer was 'calculating' Dasji, with a look of admiration on his face, "Very good, Dasji." He continued to assign work, "In this case, let the National Hospital send five testing medical teams on standby. Slaves may carry various diseases. Although we are a winter island, we still need to be prepared to protect ourselves from infectious diseases." He paused, "All slaves must be tested before they can disembark and register. In addition, the snow-suited troops must protect the medical treatment. Group safety in case something unexpected happens.”

Dasji's expression was still serious, "I obey, Mr. Affairs Officer." He hesitated for a while, and then said, "I just have a suggestion."

"Say." Chromamon said briefly while looking at the slave settlement not far away.

"I think it would be better to wait for the slave to pass the test by the medical team and eat some stomach-warming food first."

"Hmm...?" Chroma Mon was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Dusji, his expression of admiration could not be suppressed, "Okay! Very good!"

Although it is just a simple swap,

Register first and then eat food,

Eat your food first and register later instead.

There seems to be no difference, but how could Chromamon fail to see that this has increased its role in winning people's hearts by several levels.

Cromarimon rubbed his head that had become sluggish. He had been so busy recently that he didn't even consider such a 'simple' question. Then he patted Dasji on the shoulder and said, "Do as you say." do it."

"Yes, I obey." The cold-faced man agreed with a dull face and quickly retreated.

"This kid..." Chromamon shook his head in amusement, looking at Dusji who was gradually going away, as if he saw himself in his youth,

At that time, His Majesty the late King always commanded him, Jace, and Dalton around.

Sometimes when he thinks of good governance, he will call them together overnight, and even the happy life of him and his wife will be disturbed at all times.

Thinking about it now, it was really a painful and happy time...

Now, he is no longer in his prime, his health has declined, and his energy is not as good as before.

Cromalimon became more determined to ask His Majesty the King to exchange Dasji. He wanted to train this young man, take his place, and reserve more reliable political talents for the Drum Kingdom.

He hit his aching back,

Your Majesty will arrive in 2 hours at most, and there is no time to rest now.

The affairs officer staggered towards the busy citizens not far away, "You guys, how are you preparing the firewood? Is it enough for 1 people?"

Chromamon was constantly coordinating and dealing with one thing.

His steps became more and more unsteady,

he is so tired

So tired that I can fall asleep if I fall down,

Even looking at things makes me feel a little dazed.

But he can't stop,

I don't want to stop either.

Chromamon walked unsteadily like this, moving forward...

faint,

He seemed to be able to see the sails gradually appearing on the sea level,

The huge fleet carried their King and the seeds that made the whole country prosperous,

Come slowly!

What a beautiful view that was.

This kind of 'beauty',

Cromarimont didn't want to miss a moment.

he knows,

I am witnessing and co-creating,

A rising drum kingdom!

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