And after that, whether the Warring States will think about the little guy's life experience when he goes back is not something that Karp can master, however, in Karp's eyes, there is no longer anything to directly admit that the little guy's bloodline is gone, that is, the Warring States can only guess through some messy information, and cannot be very sure, so he doesn't think about it.

Now, though, Karp has one more important thing to ask his friends.

In fact, Karp was eager to ask his friend just now.

"Warring States, how do you know that there are immortal shells in that place, I hide them very well."

Looking at the friend in front of him who had been with him for so many years, Warring States also rolled his eyes, and after eating all the fairy shells in the bag in his hand in one bite, in the clattering sound of chewing, Warring States casually picked up a piece of meat of the sea king that had been roasted, opened his mouth, and quickly swallowed the spiritual food in his mouth with the juice in the meat, and sighed very comfortably, and slammed his shoulder.

Sengoku stretched out his hand, pressed himself against Karp's body, and patted Karp's other shoulder: "Karp, how many years do you say we two guys have known each other?" ”

"How many years?"

Karp stretched out his finger and began to dot, then calculated in his own mind.

"Warring States, although I'm not good at counting, it's probably been more than ten years, and the two of us have known each other since the very beginning."

"So, there is a very important thing for you to tell me, have you always liked to eat senbei from the beginning?"

Although I don't know why this guy asked about this at this time, Karp still answered Sengoku's question very decisively.

"yes."

After that, Karp's ears were easily pinched by Sengoku.

"Bastard Karp, we have been colleagues for more than ten years, and even we have known each other for more than twenty years, I don't know what you like to eat, and where do you like to hide things, how can Lao Tzu not know, not to mention that you like to challenge the record of eating senbei in one go, in order to let you eat senbei anytime and anywhere, you have to spend a long time hiding senbei everywhere every time, do you think I don't know?"

Looking at his friend, Karp still didn't seem to realize how bad what he was doing, but in the next moment, a subtle look began to appear in his eyes, because he had an ominous premonition.

"Every month, in order to get rid of the excess senbei garbage you produce, the snacks of our admirals are almost your senbei, and I am about to vomit all these years, and you add garbage to me every day."

Karp touched his chin, recalled the number of fairy shells in his friend's room, and carefully calculated, wrapping one hand in a cloth shape around his other hand that was clenched into a fist.

"Oh, so that's the case, no wonder I always feel that my senbei has been missing, it turns out that you guy has been eating my senbei all the time."

However, before Karp could make any moves, he was technically put down by Sengoku.

Sengoku glanced at the huge sea king in front of him, sighed, picked up his friend, and walked towards his house.

"Karp, I know you want to stop me from guessing this little guy's bloodline, but this little guy's bloodline is indeed too strong."

"Even if I didn't think about it for long, there was an opponent in my mind that I had fought all my life, and that guy's race was also a half-giant, and when you brought that little guy back, he was only in his thirties, and there was a chance to leave his own offspring."

"It's just that the current little Sith has a little bit of his characteristics at all, and it is precisely because of this that I can let him live well in this place, but after he grows a beard, maybe this naval headquarters will not be able to accommodate this little guy."

Sengoku looked at the starry sky.

"Roger started this chaotic era, and our navy is one of the few existences in this chaotic era to protect the people, and it is precisely because of this that we need to be ruthless, whether it is facing the scum of the navy or the scum of those pirates."

"Sometimes, I think you're not fit to be in the Navy because you're too headstrong, but you're a Navy hero, Karp."

In the next moment, Sengoku sighed and threw his friend in front of the house of the little Sith.

"Sith, your dad fell asleep while he spoke, and the rest will be left to you."

As the huge man picked up his father back to his room and settled in, the Sengoku Marshal stretched his waist, hit a hache, and disappeared into the night to the jingling of his pet sheep.

"Sith, Uncle will give you a mask tomorrow, put it on when you grow your first beard, maybe it will help you."

Looking at the taciturn little guy, Sengoku sighed.

One or two are like that.

Karp, Sith, Mel, these old fellows are not very suitable to live in this era, after all, they are sometimes too merciful in this cruel world, and sometimes their kindness can harm them.

Sengoku touched his head, shook his head and left.

They are not suitable for this era, are they suitable, but they are suppressed by their own responsibilities and must adapt to this era.

I am a remnant of the times, and there are no warships in the world that can carry us old guys for a long time.

We, the old guys, are waiting for the Navy juniors to grow up and be able to take over our tasks from us.