The Pirate’s Green Bull Marshal

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　　 Polusalino still took the "mung bean" after all, threw it into his mouth, crushed it, and swallowed it. When it entered the stomach along the esophagus, a light green halo appeared on his body.

　　 "Ahhh----"

　　 He can clearly feel the warmth rushing out of his body, and his exhaustion is quickly recovering.

　　 "How about it, it's very comfortable." Vidal teased: "Now you understand why I said, we are a natural couple?"

　　 Polusalino hesitated for a while, and some understood that this thing called "Mung Bean" can restore its own stamina, and the power of the Devil Fruit is to consume stamina.

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

　　 In this way, a set of closed loops is formed. If you cooperate well in the battle, it is really possible to produce the effect of perpetual motion. Even if you can't beat the opponent, it can still be dragged to death.

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

　　 Can the abilities of the Devil Fruit be so linked?

　　 But when everyone was amazed at Vidal's thoughts, Vidal suddenly turned his head to look at Sarkarski.

　　 "By the way, you ate one of my ‘mung beans’ before, so you owe me 100,000 Baileys, don’t rush to pay it back, I know you have no money now, I’ll talk about it later."

　　 Sakaski’s head was full of question marks, and he opened his mouth and didn’t know what to say. Is there a charge for this thing?

　　 "And you, come to me if you need the'mung bean', you can owe it first, but Benson, the flying squirrel, you six don't need it."

　　 "I will give you three'mung beans' every week, save a bit!" Vidal smiled gently at them.

　　 led the team so differently, they also knew why, the flying squirrels and the Huoshaoshan six looked at each other and did not refuse this kindness.

　　 Because they also thought of the magical effect of "Mung Bean".

　　 This thing can not only be used in combat, but also can be eaten during normal training, waiting for most of the physical exertion.

　　 In this way, they can have more training than those who do not have "mung beans", and the gap will gradually appear over time.

　　 But everyone is young and handsome, and apart from being unable to compare with those four monsters, no one feels that they are worse than anyone else.

　　 So although few people came forward to make a reservation on the spot, they actually had a decision in their hearts.

　　 Exchange money for strength, never lose money in this world!

　　 And, looking at Gumir, Benson and the others, it seems that they don’t necessarily have to pay for it...

　　 "Teacher Zefa, would you like to have one too?" Vidal doesn't care about their little ninety-nine, anyway, the words have been released, how to make your own choice.

　　 At this time, the warship under our feet has returned to the navy headquarters, but this is not important.

　　 "Teacher?" Zefa raised his brows. He always heard people call himself an instructor. The term teacher is still very new.

　　 "I think the instructor sounds too polite, so I'll call you a teacher in the future, okay?" Vidal laughed.

　　Zefa thought for a while, nodded: "You give me ten'mung beans', the one that does not charge, I will accept it."

　　 "..." Vidal has a black line, how can he change to a more respectful name, and still have to give things away? Didn't you call me a teacher.

　　 But just think about these words in my heart, and on the surface, I didn’t hesitate to make ten ‘mung beans’ and handed them over.

　　According to the price of one hundred thousand baileys, ten baileys are only one million baileys. One million baileys can be exchanged for Zefa’s friendship, good money!

　　 As for the consumption of photosynthetic energy, um, didn't you just inhale a wave of Polusalino? At this time, the energy in the body was almost full.

　　 This is actually equivalent to using Polusalino's energy to trade for yourself, not to lose!

　　 "Okay." Zefa turned the ten'mung beans' in his palm and was satisfied, and asked, "Are you short of money?"

　　 "It's not a question of indispensability. I just like money and treasures. It's a personal hobby." Vidal said these words without concealment.

　　 Hearing this, Zefa could only sigh. Fortunately, Vidal was born in a navy family. Otherwise, 80% of his hobbies would be a pirate, and the remaining 20% ​​might be a bounty hunter or something.

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

　　 Headquarters major has five million Baileys a month, and when he arrives at the brigadier general, it rises to more than ten million Baileys. This money is enough to live a very rich life.

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

　　 As expected, just as he was about to arrive at Malin Vatican, a group of practitioners finally couldn't help but came over to ask about the "Mung Bean" one after another.

　　 Vidal didn't grind, and asked everyone to give one a try, and explained that if you think the effect is good, you still want it, then 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 accounts in his hand, so he might as well wait to go back.

　　 It's not a flying squirrel, Gumir and the others are easy to handle, so give them directly.

　　 I have to say that the effect of putting the'mung bean' in the hands of six people in front of everyone is really good. He noticed that many people's expressions have changed.

　　 Regarding this, he just smiled, and the day will be long, so he is not in a hurry.

　　 At the port of Malin Vandor, everyone once again lined up in the square ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ Zefa stood in front of them, and several generals surrounded the vicinity.

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

　　 "Now I will tell you about the arrangement of the courses."

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

　　What, self-study? ! Fifty students all showed surprised expressions. Didn't anyone teach it?

　　 But Zefa ignored them and continued: "Every Sunday, the Naval Academy’s 404 Cathedral will be open for you."

　　 "If there is something you don't understand, you can gather the questions that day, ask for advice and wait for your course teachers."

　　 "The time is from 1 p.m. to 9 p.m., it is out of date, and there will be an exam once a month. Those who fail are prohibited from participating in the Z island melee that month, and the last ten will also be punished."

　　 Vidal was shocked. He didn't expect that he would have to go through and have to face the exam once a month? !

　　 Thinking about the dozens of thick textbooks, he seems to have seen 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 along the way, so they called the teacher one by one, but they sounded pretty good.

　　 "Assemble here at 6 o'clock in the morning every morning. Training will be conducted on Island Z. If there are special training items, it is possible to change places. Return to the headquarters at 6 o'clock in the afternoon.

　　 The audience was silent, so the time for their self-study was only from 6 pm to 6 am, including bed time? !