"Hmm, was Luffy last seen over there in Sirob Village?"

Sith looked at the tip in front of him and put down the rod in his other hand.

"Why haven't I seen any fish hooked after fishing for a long time?"

Sith stretched out his foot and lightly tapped his rod, shaking his head when he saw his line swaying not far away.

But just as the Sith was thinking about what seemed to be a rather boring matter, the sailor who was standing next to him to deliver him a message blinked his eyes and rolled his eyes decisively.

As a subordinate of the Sith, although he usually doesn't spend a lot of time with his own boss, he usually does his own fatal exercises, but he is still quite clear about the materials of the boss's fishing rod, after all, some of the materials are made by the brothers of the entire naval branch.

This rod does not look strange in the eyes of everyone, whether it is seen up close or from a distance.

However, at least everyone on this ship knew that the stick of the fishing rod itself was the former weapon of the lieutenant general, and it was completely a stick made of Hailou Stone to the extreme, and the thing that was used as a fishing line was nothing else, that is, the tendons of the countless sea kings killed by the lieutenant general were pulled out and kneaded by the lieutenant general, and it was full of toughness, and it could withstand the struggle between the lieutenant general and the giant sea kings without breaking.

This is a complete murder weapon.

However, such murder weapons are used for fishing in the hands of the lieutenant general, but unfortunately, during this period of time, the general seems to have forgotten how much blood of the sea kings was stained on his fishing rod, and there are many overlord-level sea kings or giant sea kings, so only a few sea kings will attack in this East China Sea.

And at least in this part of the sea, those sea kings should not have them.

"Then, there is no need to go to that Xirob village town, because Luffy has already left, and he has not reached the so-called Great Voyage and the entrance to the East China Sea, then there is no need to worry, this nephew of mine, is still hanging in this East China Sea, let's go eat at this point, this time I have a treat."

Sith lay back on his chaise longue and happily fanned the message in his hand, telling his lieutenant to tell his men about his treat, but the man had no idea that he would meet his nephew in that place, let alone meet one of his least favorite pirates in that place.

His Majesty Qiwu Hai is a pirate, but the government chooses to recognize their plunder rights.

Is such a ridiculous title still qualified to be justice?

The Sith didn't agree, just like his own teacher, but unlike his own teacher, he was more calm, and because of his existence, his teacher was also able to endure the anger in his heart, and squatted in the naval school with peace of mind and didn't care about everything outside, because he knew that all things would be solved after his disciples had grown up thoroughly, and even his disciples would lead the entire navy to the peak of the times.

And what he, as a teacher, needs to do is not to make trouble for him, and by the way, to find more good seedlings for the navy of this era, so that those seedlings can grow better, so that the navy has the foundation to go to the top.

"Zefa-sensei?" Sith thought of his purple-haired stubborn teacher, the pathetic old man, and narrowed his eyes.

"Edward Wibull, I'll kill you sooner or later, after all, you've always claimed that Whitebeard is your own son."

There was a dangerous aura from the Sith's body, but this dangerous aura completely subsided when he sensed that someone was approaching.

"Report."

"Say."

"A large number of pirate ship wrecks were found ahead, and some pirates are still alive on it, do you want to rescue them?"

Sith looked at the arriving soldier in front of him, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Boy, you're new here!!"

"Yes, the 1520th class of the Navy Recruit Battalion has seen a vice admiral."

I still like the years and months of a sea calendar as the number of sessions.

The Sith didn't respond, but just waved his hand, signaling that the little guy could turn back, because the Sith knew that the killing embryos under his command were probably done.

"Lieutenant General, those who have lives have been executed on the spot, and those who have no lives have been taken into custody and are waiting to be sent to the advancing city."

While the recruit was still making a fool, the Sith's slow voice was already heard.

"Well, as my soldiers, you have to get used to this situation, because in my eyes, those who are willing to go to sea, whether they kill or baate, their greatest sin is to choose to go to sea to find treasure, and those who are still burdened with the sin of murder are not worthy of surviving on this ocean."

"We are just a bunch of crazy people, looking for the last stability on this sea, and for the sake of this stability, we do not hesitate to set off a bloody storm."

"If one day we die at sea, don't be sad, it's just paying for our sins."

"To kill is to sin, even if we do it for justice."

The Sith never spoke again.

The recruit was dragged away by one of Sith's veterans.