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"Have you found any trace of Roger's pirate group?"

Garp walked into Sengoku's office carelessly, picked up the senbei on the table and started showing off.

During these days, he didn't have the Roger Pirates chasing him around to kill time, and he didn't have Vashto to train (and play) with him. In a nutshell, he was bored to death.

"After the Battle of Edvard, they disappeared. That was the Orl Jackson. I believe they would never be swallowed by the storm, but that's what happened."

Zhan Guo spread his hands and said, "I'm not a magician. If you want Roger, I can make him appear like a living person."

"Nonsense! He was surrounded by the golden lions, but he still refused their offer with his chest held high. I admire Roger more and more, so I must catch him myself."

Garp was playing with the new card he had drawn from the World News. Even though it was only a B-card Kurapika, it was the highest-level card he knew so far and was limited to the Marine Headquarters.

"Don't play with the card in your hand, I know it's a B card, ah"

Sengoku interrupted Garp's show-off. This was his office, not Zephyr's office, and he didn't like "If the Three Days of Light Deceived Me" that much.

Besides, he had a lot of work to deal with and didn't want to chat with Karp about this meaningless thing.

"Oh, how do you know that my card is the highest-level card of the Marine Headquarters? It's called "Chain Devil" Kurapika. I heard that the marines gave him this nickname. Look at this picture. Does he look as handsome as me?"

"I heard that every month, the World News only releases a few cards, and the higher the level of the card, the fewer the number. I think there must be a destiny between Kurapika and I, otherwise you see that Zephyr can't draw a good card no matter how many newspapers he reads. Oh, I got it."

Garp didn't understand the implicit meaning of Sengoku's words, but instead went even further and waved the card in front of Sengoku's eyes.

"If you don't want me to tear up your card, put it away quickly."

Sengoku glared at Garp, who was waving the card left and right to block his view of the document.

You are so old, but you still show off your toys like a child. How childish!

"What are you looking at? I don't think it's an important document."

Garp snatched the paper from Sengoku's hand. As a vice admiral of the Marine Headquarters, he had seen a vast amount of documents. He was sure that what Sengoku was holding on to was not any important official business at all.

"The Song of the Seagull? Did you write it?"

"On the vast sea, the strong winds rolled up the dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the sea, the seagulls were flying proudly like black lightning..."

"Isn't this beautifully written? Is it your handwriting? You are so stuffy."

Karp knew that his old friend had the best cultural level among their group, but he had never seen any literary works of the Warring States Period in all these years. He kept his emotions hidden and made things very difficult for himself.

It turns out that people who wear glasses are not good people. They are either contrasting or flirtatious.

“I didn’t write it.”

Zhan Guo shook his head to deny it. He was now the admiral of the Navy Headquarters and half-marshal of the Navy. He had to deal with things one after another. How could he have the free time to write these things?

"Oh, now I remember, it was that strange order issued by the World Government. Is this the product of that plan?"

Some time ago, the World Government suddenly began to recruit outstanding novelists, cartoonists and other literary and artistic workers from around the world, saying that it was going to carry out a massive publicity project.

He didn't care much about this matter which had nothing to do with him. Now it seems that the draft of Haiyan in his hand might be the product of this plan.

I have to say that the overall text looks ordinary, but when you read it carefully, it gives people a sense of tremendous power.

This article is so easy to understand that even I, a cultural insulator, can see its value, which shows that this article is truly a masterpiece.

“Yes, but also no”

Zhan Guo snatched Haiyan's draft from Garp's hand, tapped the edge of the paper on the table, aligned it and put it away.

"What's the relationship between us? Why are you still keeping me in suspense? Next time I come, I'll eat all your senbei clean."

Cap turned his head and looked out the window. The rainy sky had lasted for several days, just like the sky where Haiyan suffered.

"Humph, you're acting like you won't eat my senbei if I tell you this. The last time you came to my office, you searched through all the drawers for food. I couldn't stop you even if I locked the drawer."

Sengoku pushed up his glasses and asked Garp questions.

The latter chuckled, not listening to Zhan Guo's words at all, and said with a smile.

"Forget it, I just thought the article was pretty good, so I asked a few questions. Do you think I'm Zefa? After eating the eggs, I've been wanting to see the hen that laid them."

Karp picked his nose and put on a nonchalant look.

You can tell it or not. He just comes here to kill time when he has no tasks. He doesn't come here specifically to ask you. You can hide it if you want.

"Here's a hint for you. It was written by someone in our navy. If you guess it, I'll give you a special flavor of senbei that I hid."

Zhan Guo was also in a good mood. He thought that sharing happiness with others was better than enjoying it alone, so today he wanted to let Garp have some fun too.

“That must be a crane.”

"You want to know what I just said? Give me the manuscript and I'll point it out to you."

Karp wanted to find some clues about the author from his memories, but his memory was so bad that he forgot what he read and couldn't remember what the previous paragraph said.

"Yes, yes, right here. The stupid penguins timidly hide their fat bodies under the cliffs... Only the proud petrels fly bravely and freely over the foaming sea."

"Look how beautifully it's written. Aren't those stupid penguins just the garbage in the world government? They're fat as balls but they still give orders every day. Crane must have been fed up with them for a long time, just like me."

As Karp spoke, he nodded to himself, thinking that his analysis was very good.

"It's not Xiao He's. She wrote some, but they were too literary and I always rejected them."

Zhan Guo was sitting with his legs crossed, drinking coffee leisurely. Garp couldn't guess who it was no matter how hard he tried.

"Then let me think about it. The premise for you to ask me to guess must be that you and I both know this person, otherwise there is no need to guess."

"This person must be an inconspicuous person or someone I would not think of at the first time, otherwise you would not act like you have me figured out. Then exclude Zefa and Alai Mashi. You also need to have free time for creation, and this person must be related to you, otherwise you would not be interested in playing the guessing game."

Karp analyzed who it could be bit by bit, and finally found the answer in his mind.

“Damn it, could it be that brat Vashto?”