Chapter 108: The Identity of the Mysterious Man

The afternoon was still so peaceful

It's always a good atmosphere here, and Catrell is communicating with the little ones in front of him, because the big thing to discuss today is that next year there will be two little ones in the family who will be old enough to go out and travel alone.

Although there is still a year to go, it is already time to start planning.

Garan and Witt had already made their own choices, but Catrell needed to help them plan their routes and local accommodations together.

"Dean, don't say it, you look better if you cut your hair short."

Garan lay on the table and looked at Catrel.

Catrell subconsciously touched his hair, and then said with a smile:

"Really?"

Jia Lan nodded with a serious face:

"I feel more stable and generous, super temperamental."

"You're so sweet."

Cartrell tugged on his glasses and turned back to the point.

"I've checked the itinerary of the boat, you two can go a little way ahead and get to this island together, and then you need to change boats to go to this island, and the dean will tell you more detailed information then."

Margaret is also here at this time, she is waiting for Garan to be okay when the time comes, they can continue to talk about yesterday, by the way, also think about where she plans to go in the future, Margaret knows some islands with very good scenery, and she wants to take pictures and check in, but she has to save some money first, or work while playing.

But it's still early, and now it's just thinking that she will have to go to school for several years before she leaves, and stay at home for a while.

Or, she wants to go somewhere with Garan, and if she can, she wants to go with someone she knows.

The family is close in age to Leandro and Landis.

However, the two Leandros can be ruled out for the time being, she prefers Lantis, after all, they are both girls.

Margaret thought about it a lot, but she couldn't think about it well, and she planned to go directly to Landis and ask her how she planned to do in the future, if the two of them were together, Landis could go out with Margaret in advance, or Margaret could go out a year later.

In short, it's okay, if Margaret wants, it's not a problem to stay at home for a few more years, but even watching her friends go out will be a little nervous.

The Leandro brothers also passed by at this time, and saw Margaret in a daze, also quietly approaching, and then suddenly appeared to scare Margaret.

Margaret snapped away from her imagination and saw that it were the twins, and she looked disgusted, which is why she didn't like them.

This group of guys is too much, they are a year older than them, and they dare to scare their sister!

"Hahahaha, Margaret, you're absolutely scared!"

"Not really!"

Boys are so annoying.

But individual brothers don't count.

Margaret pouted in anger, her face bulging like a bun, and then tried to threaten fiercely:

"You're here, I'll call Rantis to help."

"Margaret, who can't beat and looks for foreign aid, can't afford to play."

Catrell sighed and got up, putting his hand on the shoulders of the twins:

"Don't overdo it for me."

The two of them shrugged their shoulders sharply, and the dean's sense of oppression was still a little strong.

Margaret couldn't help but laugh when she saw this scene, watching these two guys eat inexplicably happy, who told them to always like to be scary.

But that's mostly because these two guys like to target her specifically.

In fact, Catrell knows best about the careful thinking of teenagers, and even if they say it directly, they will not admit it, don't ask Catrell how he knows.

But it's not bad for them to play like this, and it's an alternative way to enhance everyone's feelings, but this one is slightly not too direct.

After a while, Kaido's figure gradually appeared, looking at the dragon in his arms.

Everyone couldn't help but laugh when they saw the two.

"You two, where have you been?"

Everyone saw Kaido and the dragon's unrestrained hairstyles that were as free as the wind.

Kaido and the dragon seemed to be still a little immersed in what had happened before, and the two were stunned for a long time, and finally came to their senses, Kaido scratched his head and explained:

"It's nothing, we're just pushing the limits of speed."

Well, the two of them said it very implicitly, and if it weren't for Catrell sending Hormitz to follow, she would have suspected that the two of them had found a cliff to jump off.

In short, the two of them carried out some more exciting activities, of course, this activity was forced by them, otherwise they would not be so confused.

Both of their hair were put up and back, as if they had been fried.

Kaido looked at the dragon's hairstyle:

"I think this new hairstyle is good."

A few minutes later, thanks to Catrel's unremitting efforts, their hair still stood firm and stood on end.

It doesn't seem to work for a while.

Maybe it will take some time for your hair to get wet or it will take some time for it to recover.

After pouring these two people, Catharll had to help Jorah again, and Jorah had a lot of hard paint on his clothes because of his painting, so in the later stage, he simply changed into cheap clothes, so he didn't feel distressed.

The most troublesome thing was the paint on Jorah's face and hands.

Jorah's own rinsing couldn't be cleaned, and Catharl had to pull out a bunch of things one by one to try to clean Jorah's little flower face.

It hurt to wash Jora, so in the back, both of them chose to put it badly, and it should fade in a few days.

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Punk Hazard

Olga looked at the old marshal in front of him, it should be said that he was the former marshal:

"Old man, how do you feel so old."

The former marshal of Norvode, dressed in casual clothes, said there:

"After all, I'm also an old man in my seventies and eighties, it's normal to be old, but thank you little girl, I quit the Navy and want to come here, if it weren't for you, I might not be able to step here at all."

Olga spread his hands:

"Old man, you have also taken care of other people, and you came to see Uncle Branas, people are just doing their best, come on, Uncle should be quite happy to see you."

The two walked down the deserted corridor to their cells.

The people in the cells looked up slightly.

"Branas, I'm retired."

"You're finally retired? Congratulations. ”

Olga opened the cell door so that the two could go in and talk, and walked away, leaving them with a private space.

The man in prison had a lot of names before he came in.

Shame on the Navy

Former Admiral

The sin of rebellion is a heinous bastard

Zeng is one of the most powerful representatives of the world government

Either way, it doesn't look that easy to mess with.

The former marshal looked at the scruffy and unkempt man in front of him, who had once been his most favored navy.

He never thinks about accidents, he always does things according to his own ideas, and follows the true justice in his heart.

It was precisely because of this that he was unable to fulfill the expectations of the former marshal and take his place.

In Norvord's view, if the man in front of him could really ascend to the position of marshal, he would definitely be able to cause great reform.

Originally, according to the normal progress, he could have completely pushed the crowd out, but this guy Branas had a bolder idea, and he really fell here for the sake of a guy.

And that guy is the leader of the revolutionary army that is now a headache for the world government.

Brannas shifted his expectations from the Navy to the Revolutionary Army.

Even his identity can't pay for his actions, his behavior is a big rebellion, but fortunately, his identity allows him to keep his life alive, and he can be regarded as maintaining a certain freedom.

But he was completely controlled.

The old marshal actually felt that compared to himself, he was more powerful in front of him, he could see clearly, he had his own ambitions, and his future should not have stopped there.

It was his identity that made him who he was, and it was his identity that bound him.

Pathetic and hateful.

His stage should have been more expansive, rather than wasting time here, becoming a driving force of movement.

The old marshal sat on the ground and looked at him with a serious face:

"Branas, you're so willing....................."

"Mr. Marshal, I have a son, you know?"

“……………”

"You know what I'm for, if I continue to do my own thing, it will implicate my relatives."

"Well, I won't talk about it, I'm just a retired old thing now."

He couldn't change anything, and seeing him alive like this made it even more heartbroken.

Branas pretended to smile lightly:

"It's not that bad, in fact, if I need anything, I can get it, or your old man should go and take care of his old age."

The old marshal and Branas looked together in one direction at this time:

"We can still feel it when you turn into a ghost and eavesdrop."

Olga walked slowly across the wall and asked with an embarrassed expression:

"Would you like some wine?"

"Let's have some."

"Okay."

Olga walked through the wall and left.

The old marshal sighed:

"You really trust that guy?"

When Branass mentioned this, his expression was a little more relaxed:

"Not really, but I think he can really change the world, even if he doesn't succeed, he can shake the position, plant shade and provide experience for future generations."

"Really, that guy is a headache, but you guy has a headache even more, anyway, you don't worry about your son?"

"My son? Who knows, anyway, with Tvilla here, that kid won't be like those self-righteous guys, after all, it's my child, but it's up to him what path he wants to take, after all, you know, our clan has always been rife with 'freaks'. ”

Branas smiled meaningfully.

Olga also came over with wine and a saucer to the two of them:

"How's your chat?"

"It's okay, Olga, how long can you hide it from me here?"

"Two or three days?"

"I'm sorry for you."

"It's not a big problem, it's just that there are some places that will be monitored, just pay attention."

"I won't bother you."