Comic series: Starting from Pirates to Cultivate the True Self

"Since you have taken action, this assessment ends here. Let's return home."

Zefa sighed as he looked at Luo who was busy treating the wounded.

Mo Xingchen waved to the recruits who still had strength left, signaling them to prepare to return.

He supported Zefa and sat down on his private beach chair.

"In a few years, when Luo's medical skills have improved, let him see if he can cure your disease."

Mo Xingchen had asked Luo before if asthma could be cured. Luo said it was very troublesome. Asthma was different from other diseases and could be cured with a simple operation.

Because asthma is not a problem with the lungs, but a problem with the bronchi, the pathology is very complicated anyway.

This time, Zefa did not refuse stubbornly. He understood that if one day the recruits and the navy needed him again, would he dare to gamble with his sick body?

No! It's not about whether he dares to gamble, but that he simply can't afford it!

It seemed like he won easily today, but that was because he knew that Mo Xingchen was there to back him up. But what if Mo Xingchen wasn’t there?

What if Wilbu launched a surprise attack right from the start?

What if I get sick right from the start?

Today might be a tragedy no less tragic than losing his wife and son!

"Law has eaten the surgery fruit, right? Are you going to let him walk around in front of people like this?"

Seeing that Zefa did not refuse, Mo Xingchen did not say anything more. When he heard him talk about Luo's problem, he smiled confidently and answered,

"Heh, who among the people in the CP department dares to gossip about me now? Are you idling around with your lifeline being too long?"

"What if the Five Elders really ask about this? What will you do?"

"This is easy. Luo was saved by Rosinante, right? Rosinante is a Celestial Dragon.

In our navy, we cultivate the determination to serve the World Government from a young age.

Isn't it better to save her life and raise her at the same time than to let her go to Marijoa and let the stupid CP department train her?"

Zefa was also speechless. What's more, this answer was well-reasoned and even the Five Elders had to give Mo Xingchen a thumbs up.

At this moment, he was just like he was in the Warring States Period. He thought that the Five Elders were probably crazy, which was why he thought Mo Xingchen was loyal to the World Government.

But never mind, the fact that Mo Xingchen is so loved by the Five Elders is also very good for the development of the navy.

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Mo Xingchen looked at the old man who closed his eyes and rested, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

To be honest, if this old man really wants to make trouble, the storm he would stir up in the navy system might really be earth-shattering.

Just talking about the training camp, Zefa discovered talents from ordinary recruits and entered the elite training camp. Their careers will be smooth in the future. Will these people remember Zefa's kindness?

At this time, the senior and middle-level naval officers were basically from elite training camps, because the older generation of naval generals had almost all retired.

Will ordinary low-level soldiers miss this teacher who teaches by example in the recruit barracks?

It's just that old man Zefa doesn't want to fight and doesn't want to use his influence. Logically speaking, if he wanted to be the navy marshal, even Sengoku might not have been able to beat him.

Even in the original work, he just left the navy out of disappointment, and he never thought of using his huge influence to split the navy.

Even when he established a new navy, did anyone really intervene in his affairs? It was because he wanted to destroy the world that the navy had no choice but to intervene.

The farewell ceremony was magnificent, with well-known lieutenant generals, major generals, and colonels all in attendance.

Kuzan from the New World has also come. Why did Kizaru's sunglasses become blurry after his accurate Yasakani no Magatama?

Those naval generals must have felt complicated and sad deep down when seeing Zephyr laughing and saying, "I'm going to teach you one last lesson!"

There is no other way except to use all my life's learning to bid farewell to this old man!

We can't take a 70-year-old man who has fought for justice all his life and take him to Impel Down or to Marijoa.

Mo Xingchen looked at his healthy arm and remembered that he was the one who was going to manage the Seven Warlords of the Sea. Perhaps the ending would be different this time.

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"Uncle Zefa, has Dorag contacted you?"

Mo Xingchen seemed to remember something and asked suddenly.

Zefa opened his eyes and looked at Mo Xingchen. After a while, he smiled and spoke.

"Humph, you must have taught him those theories!"

Mo Xingchen scratched his head awkwardly, smiled frivolously, and asked in a flattering manner:

"How did you know that?"

"That brat has been under my watch since he was a child. Although he is very smart, he doesn't look like a Garp.

But if you say that he was able to come up with such a mature and exciting concept in just a few years,

He doesn't have that ability yet. Apart from you, I can't think of anyone else who is so smart and willing to teach him this.

After all, you are the justice that goes with the flow!"

Zefa leaned back lazily, looked at the sky, and spoke lazily.

Mo Xingchen was also very happy, his eyes curved with laughter, he waved his hands, and said embarrassedly:

"Hehe~ Hehe~ It's just a small trick, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning!"

"Boom!"

Zefa smashed Mo Xingchen's head with his casserole-sized fist and said harshly:

"Which ear of yours heard me praising you?

Do you know how much of a storm the ideas you taught Dorag will cause in this world?

How many places will be engulfed in flames! "

Mo Xingchen held his head in his hands, squatted beside the beach chair, and grumbled aggrievedly,

"Good medicine tastes bitter, and severe illnesses require strong medicine. It's just a temporary pain, but it's better than a slow death!

Besides, Uncle Zefa, aren't you moved at all?"

"I am a former admiral of the navy and the current chief instructor. How could I go against the justice that I have upheld all my life just because of a baseless idea?"

When Mo Xingchen heard this, he also grinned and laughed silently.

He sat down on the deck, propped his hands back, raised his head and squinted his eyes, looking at the blue sky like Zephyr.

He was really afraid that these old navy men were just loyal people. If there was a conflict with the World Government in the future, it would be very uncomfortable to be caught in the middle.

But now it seems that it is not bad.

Dorag, you really have to work hard!

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After a few days of sailing, at the dock of Marinford Harbor, Zefa looked at the slightly dilapidated warship that had been handed over and sighed, his tone full of mixed feelings.

"Old buddy, you have been with me for decades. You are old too, and it is time for you to retire."

"Hey, that may not work. I'm going to propose to Uncle Zhan Guo that a warship like this that has experienced wind and rain and sailed through several eras is absolutely the best teaching material for the new recruits. This is the spiritual heritage of the navy!"

Mo Xingchen, holding a cigar and wearing sunglasses, walked up to Zefa and spoke casually.

Hearing this, Zefa's sad expression showed a hint of relief, but he didn't say it happily.

“Then I hope that we old guys can also become part of the teaching materials.”

"Hahahahaha~ That won't work, you have to go and teach the textbook.

After all, you are the best instructor I have ever seen!"

Looking at Mo Xingchen's graceful back as he left, Zefa's sad emotions were finally swept away, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

"You little brat..."

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