Chapter XXXI: The Post-War Meeting

He shook his hand and felt the obvious enhancement of his body, which should be the transformation of the last drop of black blood, but Klockdahl didn't know if the black blood had melted into his body, or if it existed somewhere, where was it now? It seems that these are the changes that can be perceived, in general, the ** power has become stronger, and the weird devil fruit seems to be abolished.

However, Klockdahl, who has always been eager to become stronger, does not think that this time it is a blessing in disguise. When it comes to power, Klockdahl has always believed that only the power he can control is power. And the power beyond his control, especially the reappearance of the mysterious bead, the so-called transformation of the bloodline to Klockdahl. For Klockdahl, it is an unknown fear, and yes, only those so-called ** silk transcendents in the novel will be willing to accept this kind of seemingly "own power". Klockdahl wants to become stronger through his own efforts, rather than being manipulated by others.

Haha! But I think it's bad. In other words, I have experienced life and death once, why do I still think so much. The problem with everything is not that my strength is not strong enough. When you think about it this way, in fact, many problems can be easily solved. For the current self, this is an uncontrollable power, but when you become stronger, you may be able to master that power when you go up the level.

Besides, wouldn't it be enough to turn a power that doesn't belong to you into a power that belongs to your own control? Why bother with too much, becoming stronger is my goal, and these accidents are just problems that need to be solved on the way. Deep down in his heart, Klockdahl was once again sure of his thoughts, which made the recovered Klockdahl even more different. A person's strength lies in his spirit, and Klockdahl's inner torture obviously made him sublimate on the spiritual level.

Klockdahl's heart, which was not yet calm, ignited a stronger after this incident. Patting his dusty pants and lighting a cigar, Klockdahl finally returned to normal after tidying himself up.

I've been in here for so long that I've almost forgotten that there's a lot going on outside for Crocodall to take care of personally. For example, after the war, the reporting of some situations and the distribution of war merits. Of course, it is possible without these, but Klockdahl prefers to be able to achieve clear rewards and punishments. So when you find that you haven't changed much (uh,,, well!, at least on the surface, there won't be much change. Klockdahl thought to himself. After getting dressed, Klockdahl walked towards the conference room.

At this time, the conference room was already full of senior cadres of the Black Flag Army, as well as some middle-level cadres. Although everyone had waited for Klockdal for a long time, none of them were dissatisfied. Even the two bastards, the Bell brothers, were just counting their fingers in boredom, but they didn't dare to walk around. Judging from these small details, Klockdahl still has a set of controls for his subordinates.

There was a creak, and the door to the conference room was pushed open. It was Klockdahl, who had just come over, and looked at the crowd gathered around the conference table, and Klockdahl sat down in the main seat.

Smoking a cigar lightly, Klockdahl didn't explain anything, nor did he say anything. And the people below didn't dare to speak first, and Klockdahl was still very satisfied with their performance in his heart. Even if he is late, no one will question it without interest. No boss likes to chew his tongue, and he won't tolerate a contrarian under him. Looking around, Klockdahl found that even the most detached imp was sitting obediently in his place at this time. It seems that after following himself for a long time, he has also learned how to keep up with the rhythm of Klokdahl.

Klockdahl knew it was time to speak for himself. If you don't speak, everyone will be suffocated. In fact, the people below feel the same way. Even the coarse nerves of the young man Rude could feel the solemnity of the atmosphere, and it seemed that today's Lord Klockdahl had become more oppressive. Yes, there is a feeling that Lord Klockdahl is getting stronger again. I have to say that the young man is worthy of being the group of people who have been with Klockdahl for the longest time, and he is still aware of the subtle changes.

"Report the results of the count, uh, the main one," Klockdahl said to the men below, waving his hand.

"Yes, the pirate treasure that was collected from the pirate coalition this time was worth as much as 700 million Baileys after being counted. A middle-level cadre in charge of the inventory said, "The valuable luxury items selected from the tributes of the Tianlong people are worth as much as 1.3 billion Baileys. ”

"There are also cannons and hundreds of firearms that we took from the Pirate Alliance. 8 speedboats, 1 full pirate ship. The more the Black Flag Army logistics cadre spoke, the more excited he became, and his saliva was foaming.

Just as the logistics cadre was still thinking about going on, Klockdahl waved his hand impatiently and said, "Got it! Let's skip these! What about the losses?"

"Oh, uh-huh, loss? "Obviously, the logistics cadres didn't expect that Klockdahl didn't like to hear about the harvest, you must know that the pirate captain who served before liked to rob and let himself count his cleverly garbage harvest. I never cared about the loss, and as a result, I have now formed a thinking inertia. Well, it's all to blame on the previous broken captain.

Ignoring the logistics cadres of the Black Flag Army who were complaining in his heart, Klockdahl simply closed his eyes and recuperated. It wasn't until the logistics cadres stammered about the loss that Klockdahl opened his eyes with concern. After hearing that there were only a few speedboats lost, and there were a dozen unlucky eggs with lottery hangings. Klockdahl was relieved. Just as I was about to end the report hastily, another voice sounded.

It turned out to be Styl Victor, who was holding a purple chest, the same box containing the Devil Fruit that he had snatched from Darren on the Navy Mount. "Lord Klockdal, this is the target of the Pirate Alliance, and when I infiltrated them, I heard that it was a very powerful fruit. ”

"Oh, I forgot about this dropped fruit. "Klockdahl's heart is also sweating profusely. Klockdahl took the box and said to the short young man Victor, "Well, this is the fruit? ”

"Since you have given it to me, then he is mine. Klockdahl said in an unhurried tone. The afterglow swept over, although the short young man Victor was a little reluctant when he heard this, but he did not resent, or resent. This made Klockdahl understand that he was genuinely taking it out.

Opening the purple box, Klockdahl took out the strangely shaped fruit inside, "It's really a beautiful color, is this the fruit they are fighting for?" Seeing this fruit, Klockdahl was also a little surprised. This is definitely not the ordinary animal line that the steward of the Tianlong people said, it is really possible that it is an ancient species. In order to drop the bag, he actually took out a fruit of this level, which is worthy of being a Tianlong person.

"Since he belongs to me, then I have the right to deal with it. Looking at the people below and seeing that they were all looking at the Devil Fruit with hot eyes, Klockdahl smiled, "And now, I'll give it to you." ”

The Devil Fruit was tossed by Klockdahl and landed in the hands of the short young Victor, making the latter feel as if he had been hit by a pie.

To be continued

PS: Thanks again to Hijikata 14 for the tip. I'll read any comments in the comment section, but I didn't get involved. Diving all the time and rarely showing up. Finally, without further ado, I will return with a more stable update (well, don't overestimate the author's update discipline, haha!)