Pirate: It’s not a phantom beast, it’s a phantom god!

Chapter 217 Lone Wolf in Action

Finally, under Kong's persuasion, Zephyr did not leave the navy, but retreated to the second line and became an instructor for the navy recruits.

Perhaps he wanted to numb himself through work, or perhaps he simply didn't want to see the deaths of these familiar people again... Facing the energetic new generation of navy under his command, Zephyr showed an unprecedented stern side.

……

"You're so strict~Zeffa-sensei. Kowaine~"

On the training ground, a new navy officer wearing a knitted hat and looking cynical sighed.

"As a former admiral, this level is natural. There's nothing to complain about."

Another training camp recruit, who was carrying a long knife and had a serious face, did not comment on this.

"Ah~"

"Come to think of it, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Borsalino. What about you, tattoo guy?"

The knit hat navy asked as he looked at the large floral tattoo on the other man's body.

"Sakaski."

"Sakaski~ I see, it sounds like you really like drinking~"

"Everyone should get along well from now on, Sakaski~"

"..."

The soldier named Sakaski ignored the other party and just stood up straight with a stern face.

"Hey! You guy over there wearing a knitted hat, pay attention to military discipline and stop whispering!"

"Button up your shirt! And where's your military cap?"

Listening to the harsh scolding coming from above, the young man in the knitted hat maintained his nonchalant expression, muttering sarcastic words like "Kowa Yi Nei~"...

……

On the other hand, although Zefa has barely gotten back on track, the loss of an admiral's combat power is a problem that cannot be ignored for the entire navy.

After all, in the entire navy, there are only Sengoku, Zephyr, Garp and Sora who have this level of combat power.

Now that one of the four pillars is missing, Kong, as the marshal, has to adjust the established policies and formulate a new, more conservative strategy.

Compared with pirates, the navy's business is really too big. The four seas of east, west, south, north and the entire Grand Line must be taken into consideration. It can be said that one move can affect the whole body.

But no matter what, this is a good thing for pirates, especially pirates in the New World.

After all, there is really no need for a general to take action against those small fish and shrimps in the Four Seas and the first half of the Grand Line. A lieutenant general from the headquarters is more than enough.

The only ones who really need to deploy admiral-level combat forces are the lawless sea overlords of the New World and the even more lawless group of Celestial Dragons.

This is why Marinford needs two admiral-level fighters to be in charge at all times. In the eyes of the World Government, the safety of the Celestial Dragons and the Holy Land is much more important than the chaos caused by pirates.

"Caspar, you haven't left yet?"

In a luxuriously and elegantly decorated reception room, a middle-aged man who was well-dressed and looked somewhat old wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses spoke in surprise.

"Uncle Willy, I..."

"Okay, I know everything."

"Regarding the cooperation you mentioned, I need time to carefully consider it. Please go back and wait for my news."

"Okay?"

There was not a single flaw in the man's words, as if he were a kind elder who was seriously considering the advice of his juniors.

But after visiting several families in succession and hearing the same words countless times, Caspar already understood that this was just a euphemism for rejection.

"Okay, sorry to bother you, Uncle Willy."

After forcing himself to sit up for several hours, his legs were already numb and sore. After saying goodbye politely, Caspar moved towards the door step by step.

Looking at the figure that looked like a lost dog, after the other party completely disappeared from his sight, the man named Willy laughed in his heart and immediately instructed the butler beside him:
"Next time this guy comes, just tell him I'm not here. If he refuses to leave, put something in his tea. Got it?"

"understood."

The young butler, with a neat beard and a rather honest look, said cautiously:

"But isn't this a bit too hurtful to him?"

"sunny mud toe!"

Upon hearing this, Willy became furious.

"Have you forgotten how that brat used the power of the Mediah family to show off in front of us?"

"How dare he have such inappropriate thoughts about my little Letty! She's only nine years old!"

"I'm already being merciful by not shooting him right now!"

"hu~hu~"

As one of the other underground arms families that had always been suppressed by Mediah, Willy had suffered a lot from this brainless second-generation rich man when old Mediah was still around.

The feeling of being unable to hit someone when you know the other person is an idiot and keeps dancing in your minefield has tortured Willy to the point that he has become old at such a young age.

Seeing the other party in this state now, it would be a lie to say he wasn't pleased, but that was all. He couldn't go too far, after all, no one knew if old Media had left any contingency plans for his son.

Even though he had fled to the North Sea in disgrace, he couldn't help but be more cautious after being played around by old Media for so many years.

"Cash, manpower, factory machinery, and even my sister, who could be used as a bargaining chip for marriage, have all been taken away. What else does that kid have in his hand~"

After thinking it over again and again, Willy decided to give up thinking and instead instructed the butler:

"Go contact the other families and see when they have time to get together and discuss the matter of the Hundred Beasts."

Casba, a stray dog, was not worthy of much attention, but the giant dragon pressing down on Baishou's head could not be ignored in any way.

"Eh~ It seems the Navy is trying to shrink its presence in the New World. It really is like adding insult to injury..."

After confirming that his daughter was not nearby, Willy lit a cigarette, sat on the sofa and began to smoke it.

……

"Young Master, what's the matter? He, they are willing to..."

The follower who had been standing outside the mansion waiting for several hours saw Caspar finally come out, and hurried forward to ask with some stuttering.

He is the son of the former butler of the Mediah family, and is a playmate who grew up with Caspar.

Because of his stutter, he was bullied a lot since childhood, but Caspar would help him fight back every time.

Perhaps it was not out of the intention of helping, but simply because of his inner arrogance that he did not allow his things to be commented on by others, but the image of the other party standing up for him was still firmly imprinted in the little follower's heart.

Now almost all the servants and thugs of the Mediah family have been taken to the North Sea, leaving only him and a handful of others who chose to stay because they were taken care of by Casba since childhood.

However, before the little follower could finish his words, he saw the gloomy expression on his master's face, so he tactfully stopped asking any further questions.

"Tsk!"

Caspar kicked a toad that was blocking the road away and asked unhappily:

"Have those families responded during this period?"

"..."

"say!"

Seeing that the other party seemed to be hesitant to speak, Caspar suppressed his annoyance and urged him.

"Well... well, the head of the Ku, Kuge family did respond."

"Um?!"

"How to say?"

When Caspar heard the reply, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"She, she, she said if, if..."

"Hey! If what?! Tell me now!"

"She said that if the young master is willing to be her tenth, tenth, or thirteenth husband, she will help us rebuild the Mediah family!"

The little follower closed his eyes and stated the other party's conditions in one breath.

"..."

"..."

Caspar was stunned for a moment, then...

"what?!"

"You, you mean husband?"

"That old woman is old enough to be my aunt! How dare she open her mouth like that?!"

As a pervert whose strike zone was under fourteen years old, any woman over this age would basically be classified as an "old woman" in Caspar's eyes, not to mention the other party who was about the same age as his father.

Suppressing the nausea in his heart, Caspar covered his mouth, his eyes cold as he made a decision in his heart.

"Let's go back to the mansion first."

After taking a few deep breaths, he continued walking and motioned his follower to follow.

But after taking a few steps, he suddenly shook all over, and immediately turned right and hid in the grass by the roadside.

"Eh? Young Master, there's no way over there."

"I need to go to the bathroom!"

"Oh~"

"Well, let me come too."

"..."

"Hey! Stand aside! It's all over my pants!"

"Huh?! Yeah, I'm sorry."

(End of this chapter)