Sailing: I Open Treasure Chests in the Pirate World

It turns out there was a little bird secretly tattling on us.

I should have known better than to count stars and watch the moon with that woman, Peacock, that night!

孽 孽!

Aokiji was about to say something, probably something like telling Ian and Peacock to get along well.

But at this moment.

Just listen to a loud "boom".

The door to the general's office was violently kicked open from the outside.

Ian hadn't even seen the figure clearly yet.

A loud roar then rang out in the general's office.

"asshole!"

Ian stared intently.

A gray-haired old man grabbed Qingzhi by the collar with one hand and started spraying him with profanities.

"My grandson says he wants to 'become a pirate' again! I absolutely will not allow that!"

That style, that tone, that appearance.

Ian immediately recognized the other person's identity.

Isn't this the famous Garp, the Cannon Garp?

Um, Vice Admiral Garp, could you perform that again?

That's the one.

'Stop me like this, Sengoku! Otherwise, I'll kill Sakazuki!'

A little drama was playing out in Ian's mind, while outwardly he kept his eyes closed and his mind at ease.

Aokiji frowned, his face glistening with what looked like sweat or saliva.

"I've heard that hundreds of times!"

Aokiji responded with considerable annoyance.

"Who cares about your grandson anyway!"

Between sentences, Aokiji waved to Ian.

The latter understood immediately and left the general's office without saying a word.

The "argument" between Aokiji and Garp continues.

But Ian has already moved away from the "battlefield".

This year is the 1518th year of the Haiyuan calendar.

'The grandson of a pirate that Garp mentioned must be Portgas D. Ace!'

Ian walked down the top-floor corridor of the headquarters building, his mind filled with a multitude of thoughts.

'One year until the Burnt Man sets sail.'

'There are still four years until the sun god sets sail.'

The departure of the old era, the alternation of old and new orders, the awakening of the sun god, and the great war that split the sea in two…

Time is of the essence!

A few minutes later.

Ian went from the admiral's office on the top floor to the Navy Finance Department below.

His purpose was simple and clear—to collect his salary!

That's how the navy works.

Pirates only need to commit evil deeds, burn, kill, and plunder, and stir up trouble on the seas to make money.

However, the navy could only obediently wait for the World Government to pay its military salaries.

The Navy operates on an annual salary system.

The annual income of a newly enlisted marine is as follows:

Two million Berry!

This does not include other aspects, such as subsidies and bonuses for uniforms, meals, etc.

From this perspective, the Navy's welfare benefits are quite good.

It didn't take long.

Ian then received his salary from the finance department.

Two hundred brand-new 10,000-yuan banknotes!

Ian casually stuffed two million Berries into his pocket.

He turned and left the finance department, then went to the logistics and equipment department.

Isn't the point of getting paid to spend it?

Once the salary is paid, I'll immediately buy the equipment.

Logistics and Equipment Department.

The man in charge of receiving Ian was a muscular, unshaven middle-aged navy officer.

He glanced at Ian's marine uniform, then his gaze swept over the latter's bulging pockets.

"New recruits? That's rare! What kind of weapons and equipment do you want?"

"I want to customize two weapons, a long knife and a baton."

Ian has money in his pocket, so he speaks with confidence.

"However, I have additional requirements regarding the material of the baton."

"I want to customize a sea stone baton."

Ian has not yet awakened his [Overbearing Aura].

He specially came to order a "sea stone weapon" just in case.

Seastone baton, specifically designed to strike those with special abilities.

Every hit is a real wound, every blow a critical strike.

As for the longsword.

Ian was, after all, just a mortal.

He doesn't possess Bigom's innate, monstrous "steel balloon" talent.

Ian can box.

But he also used a knife!

Ian's original goal was to purchase a good knife that met his needs from the equipment department.

It would be even better if there were a "famous sword" of the level of a fine and fast sword.

Generally speaking.

A fine, sharp knife is worth around one million Berries.

Ian can afford this price.

However, a fine, sharp knife is often available but not in demand.

There are more people who use knives on the high seas than people who play with fire.

The navy also has countless swordsmen and even sword masters.

Genuine, high-quality knives are rarely found on the market.

Chapter 8 Peacock: Let me teach you a lesson!

"Seastone? You have an eye for knowledge!"

The middle-aged naval officer gave a thumbs-up and praised him.

"I remember the last person who came to the Equipment Department specifically to order Seastone weapons was that kid Smoker."

"The Seastone Equipment Department has stock, but we don't have the 'Seastone baton' you mentioned on hand at the moment."

"If you want to customize such a weapon, it may take a day or two."

"can."

Ian nodded; he could wait a day or two.

"Where's the longsword?"

"Swords and blades..."

The middle-aged navy man rubbed his stubble a few times, then glanced furtively at the recruit's pocket.

"Speaking of which, the Equipment Department just received a batch of iron ore recently."

"This is a very rare and special mineral; it can be ignited like alcohol."

"Weapons crafted using iron ore can 'burn'!"

The Burning Sword?

A flaming sword?

Ian subconsciously thought of the "Flame-Flame Fruit".

Now you can even play with fire with swords?

"The iron ore weapon can be ignited manually or by friction."

The middle-aged naval officer continued to promote what he called "wine and iron ore".

"This type of weapon is very popular in the New World."

Although the power of such "flame weapons" is not optimistic.

But it's cooler! More dazzling! More stylish!

The key point is that it costs more to forge than ordinary swords and other weapons!

A shrewd, mercenary smile, like that of a cunning businessman, crept onto the middle-aged naval officer's lips.

"That sounds really interesting."

Ian asked the most crucial question.

"How much does this iron ore military knife, along with a sea stone baton, cost in total?"

"Seastone baton, not too difficult to process, I'll just charge you the cost price! Two hundred thousand Berries!"

The middle-aged navy man's smile immediately became more pronounced.

"The Iron Ore Saber costs 800,000 Berries! Although it's not a famous sword, it's definitely worth the price!"

"That's one million Berries in total! Would you like cash or a check, sir?"

"I……"

Just as Ian reached for the money, he suddenly caught sight of his marine uniform.

He paused and changed the subject.

"I'm a new recruit!"

"?"

A sense of foreboding suddenly welled up in the middle-aged naval officer's heart.

Is this kid going to say something like, "I'm a new recruit, send me here"?

No! Absolutely not!