Pirates Never Work Overtime

"Moses Moses! Old man, I just came out of that bastard Tianyaksha."

"Well! Take the time to deal with the Shichibukai. There is no need to rush to select the new Shichibukai. We just need to stabilize these guys for the time being."

"Uh! Old man, I heard you said it was the Warring States Marshal who got it done, so can I go back and ask for leave to rest for a while?"

"Asshole! Do your own thing first!"

Toot! Toot! Toot!

Mers was speechless for a while while holding the empty phone. Didn't he just want to take a leave and have a good rest? Why is this old man so anxious?

Working overtime in vain.

On the other end of the phone, Akainu had a frosty look on his face, and the lava in his fist kept surging. Rocco, who was standing aside, had long been accustomed to this, and handed the document over without any surprise.

It can almost be said that every time General Akainu and Boss Morse have a phone call, Akainu will be in this state. It is difficult to get used to it.

"Rocco, hurry up and send this document out. Tell them that the next period will be a critical period and there must be no accidents."

After the war at the top, on the seventh day, on Kraikana Island.

Hawkeye was sitting on the throne of the palace, holding red wine and looking at Perona who was always busy in front of him. He couldn't understand that since Perona came to this castle, he felt that everything except red wine was empty.

It no longer belongs to me.

Even if this situation continues, the ownership of the red wine may not belong to you in the end.

"Perona, help me sober up the bottle of red wine at the bottom of the wine cabinet! A guest is coming."

"Nani! Has that idiot outside taken care of all those big baboons? But is that guy really qualified to drink with you?" He said he was looking down on him, but his movements didn't look contemptuous at all. He was excited.

It floated in the direction of the wine warehouse, and I was very afraid that Mihawk would regret it.

Mihawk didn't say much nonsense, but his hand had unconsciously touched the handle of the knife, and his eyes were full of fighting spirit.

As soon as Morse landed on the island, he felt the sharp aura of Hawkeye soaring into the sky. He shook his head pretending to be distressed, knowing that no matter what, he could not escape the fact that he would have to fight with the opponent this time.

Of course, he was also a little excited about this, because he was the world's greatest swordsman!

That is the highest honor for every knife player. Even if Morse has never cared about such boring titles, but Wen Wu is the first and Wu Wu is the second, they are both sword players. He also wants to weigh Hawkeye.

The supreme sharp knife, the black knife, the sharp edge of the night.

The corner of his mouth raised slightly, and he looked at Zoro, who was hacking away at a group of baboons with knives not far away, and for a moment he felt like he had participated in history.

He smiled and shook his head, dismissing this rather interesting thought from his mind.

While strolling in the courtyard, I passed a group of large baboons blocking the road, and walked into the castle leisurely.

A few cherry blossoms slowly fell to the ground behind him, and a group of baboons blocking the road fell to the ground quietly, showing no sign of struggle from beginning to end.

What's even more frightening is that Sauron never discovered his presence from the beginning to the end. After all, Morse had no intention of giving him any advice. It was difficult for him to support the enemy. Didn't he kill him in advance? Kill him.

This future enemy of the Navy is already considered broad-minded.

"Ah~~~! Why is it you, White Snake? Why are you here!"

Perona was so frightened by Mers who suddenly appeared at the door that she flew up and the red wine in her hand fell to the ground.

If Meres hadn't reacted quickly enough and used a thought to lift up the red wine that was about to fall on a tray made of several cherry blossoms, Hawkeye's long-cherished bottle of red wine would have been destroyed.

"Is Moonlight Moria a cadre of the family? Why did you see that Moria was deprived of his status as a Shichibukai? What if he changed his team to another Shichibukai? It seems that you really can't bear the title of Shichibukai!

Why don't you consider joining the navy? That's much better than the Shichibukai." Morse seemed to have thought of something and said playfully.

"What are you talking about! What happened to Mr. Moria? How could he be deprived of his status as a master? You must be..."

"Oh! Don't you know yet? Am I talking too much? I'm so sorry!"

Does Perona still have the mind to deal with him? She floats up and runs to her room, preparing to pack her things and go to sea to find Moria.

When Mers saw her anxious back, he felt a little embarrassed for a moment, but he didn't want to say anything more.

Clang!

In the blink of an eye, Senbonzakura was drawn out from her waist and stood up in front of her, blocking the black sword Night that Hawkeye suddenly swung at her.

"This is not like your style! Mihawk, unexpectedly attacked by surprise? It really makes me a little disappointed! It seems that this little girl is very important to you!"

Hawkeye directly put away the black sword in his hand, Ye, turned around without saying a word and walked to the main seat of the palace dining table and sat down.

"Why did you come to my place? I remember that the Navy should be busy with the aftermath work now, and it won't be easy in Impel Down City! You are wearing two jobs at this time, so you don't have to deal with the aftermath work."

Hawkeye is worthy of being the top swordsman. His words are even more straightforward. After sitting down and thinking about it, he directly asked Morse what the purpose of his trip was without any intention of beating around the bush.

Mers glanced at Hawkeye in surprise. He didn't expect that Hawkeye would be interested in things other than swords. For a moment, he even wanted to rub his big face to see if he was someone else pretending to be him.

"It seems that you have no other source of information except News Bird! I have recently been dismissed from the position of warden of Impel Down City. The marshals and generals of the Navy are all here. It doesn't matter whether I am the colonel or not, so

I was so bored that I took on a small task and wandered around. I didn't think of my previous agreement with you, so I came to see you to keep the appointment."

"Small tasks, do people like you also run around for boring tasks? It seems that this task should be related to the identity of the Shichibukai!"

Recalling that Moria had told Perona after entering the house that Moria had been deprived of his status as a Shichibukai, he had already realized that the purpose of Morse's trip was not as simple as asking him to fulfill his agreement.

"Um! Of course, by the way, I will complete a small task explained above to see if you are still interested in the identity of the Shichibukai. If you are not interested, I will take it back. If you are interested, you can continue to keep it. The rights and other things have not changed.

, of course, this will have no impact on you, anyway, except for the land under your feet..."

Hawkeye's expression didn't waver at all, and he didn't seem to care much about the identity of the Shichibukai.

Perona picked up the red wine that she almost dropped to the ground before, poured it into a glass and pushed a glass in front of Morse.

"Red wine from the royal family collection of the Kingdom of Sikeali."

After speaking, he picked up the wine glass in front of him and took a sip.

Seeing Hawkeye's cautious expression, Morse picked up the red wine in front of him and put it to the tip of his nose for a sniff. He found that the smell was strange, so he drank it in one gulp without hesitation, just like drinking water.

"The taste... is very special..."

The way Mers was drinking red wine made him eagle-eyed. He subconsciously grabbed the red wine bottle next to him in his hand. He didn't want to pour even a sip for Mers. Such good wine would be given to someone like Mers who doesn't understand wine.

It's a complete waste of people.

"It tastes pretty good, but it's just not strong. Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing? Have another drink! I happen to be a little thirsty. It's good to quench my thirst."

When Mihawk heard this, he quickly sealed the red wine in his hand without giving Mers a chance.

"I still have some use for the Shichibukai identity, so I'll keep it for now! Is there anything else? If not, let's go out and let me see if your demon sword is sharp enough."

Mers looked at the way Hawkeye was picking at him and laughed heartily. It seemed that Hawkeye was still a human being and had not turned into an indestructible sharp blade.

It seems that I can have a good fight today.

He gently knocked the chair under his butt, stood up, turned around and walked out. He didn't want to destroy Hawkeye's castle.

"Interesting navy, it would be better if he were not an ability user. Then the demon sword would be more pure."

He grabbed the black knife Ye on the side, inserted it behind him easily, and walked out.

"Perona put away the red wine. If you want to find Moria, it's best to wait until I come back before going. By the way, you can inform the boy outside that being able to watch the battle between two great swordsmen should make him grow a lot.

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