Hearing Christa's words, Randall felt an arrow in his chest.

He couldn't help but clutch his chest in pain, and defended with a painful face:

"Little Crystal, this is all a misunderstanding! I was really forced!"

Christa was a little white eyed again.

"So Brother Randall likes to be passive?"

Randall's face turned green, how did he feel so familiar with this sentence? Isn't that who said that?

At this time, Zefa on the side couldn't help laughing.

After a while, Randall spoke bitterly and told the whole story of what had happened before.

He thought that he had been wronged by this, but who knew that he saw Christa's expression that had already seen through everything.

"But if Brother Randall really wants to hide, with the strength of those female soldiers, he won't even be able to catch your shadow!"

Hearing this, Randall smiled awkwardly, then scratched his head and forcibly excused:

"Hahaha, what, I'm not afraid of hurting them!

Ahem, what, little crystal, come and eat sugar, eat sugar and eat sugar~"

Randall grabbed a lollipop out of nowhere and handed it to Christa's mouth.

Christa thought to herself that she couldn't be corrupted by sugar-coated shells, but her body might have its own mind.

"Whew~"

By the time she reacted, the sugar was already in her mouth.

Seeing that Christa had eaten the candy, Randall breathed a sigh of relief, and then quickly changed the subject.

"Ah, by the way, Mr. Zefa, what did you want to tell me when you saw me before?"

Zefa then remembered what was going on, his eyes widened, and he said:

"It's all your fault, I almost delayed business!"

Randall was stunned, was he delayed? Didn't you start first?

Seeing the obvious threat in Zefa's eyes, Randall wisely chose to shut up.

Seeing Randall admit his mistake, Zefa's unkind gaze turned kind.

"Sengoku called me and told me the origin of the knife you brought back."

Hearing this, Randall also became serious.

"What is it?"

Zefa said word by word, "Celestial Dragon!"

Randall was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously repeated, "Draconian?"

Seeing his attitude, Zefa was also stunned for a moment.

Although Randall was also surprised, this was also the most insipid reaction Zefa had ever seen, after hearing the Celestial Dragons.

These old guys, or the likes of Whitebeard, are only because of their own strength and experience, so they can ignore the Tianlong people and the like.

But even so, when I mentioned it, I couldn't help but feel heavy.

But if it's an ordinary person, not to mention being frightened to the point that his face is pale and his whole body is stiff, he must at least show a panicked look.

This reaction doesn't need to be thought of, it's like drooling when you ask about the smell of food, which is already engraved in everyone's genes.

Randall, however, only had an expression of surprise at best.

However, Zefa didn't know that Randall was actually panicking, but he didn't show it.

But his panic is different from the natives of One Piece.

Perhaps the civilians were only afraid of the power of the government in the first place, so they became afraid of the Draconians.

But in the long run, they have become accustomed to it, and thus have an instinctive fear of the Draconians.

But as a traverser, Randall has nothing but disgust with the Draconians, where there will be fear.

What he was really worried about was the world government that had never shown its full power in the original book, and the Im who had never even shown his face.

However, he thought about it, with his current strength, he must be just over the World Government, but if he wanted to run, it shouldn't be a big problem... bar.

Besides, this is also the worst-case scenario, which is that he and the world government get up

Conflict.

But now this matter is just that he has picked up something from the Celestial Dragons.

Although this sword ability is powerful, are the Celestial Dragons the kind of people who covet power?

Maybe they've forgotten about it.

Randall thought for a moment and asked:

"Then, this sword, the marshal of the Warring States should not have reported it."

Zefa shook his head directly and said:

"Surely not!"

As he spoke, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.

Not against the Warring States, but against the Tenryu people.

Hearing this, Randall breathed a sigh of relief.

His current combat power has not yet reached the top level, and he really doesn't want to have anything to do with the Celestial Dragons.

Zefa said again, "Sengoku originally wanted to tell you to keep a low profile.

But... Who would have thought that your kid would be so decisive and break the knife directly..."

Zefa's face was full of helplessness.

Randall scratched his head and smiled.

He scratched his head, and Zefa saw the gauntlet he was wearing.

"That's what you made?"

Zefa couldn't help but ask curiously.

Randall nodded, removed the gauntlet, and handed it to Zefa.

"Zefa-sensei, be careful."

Although he knew that this would definitely not help Zefa, after all, his control of his own energy had reached an instinct like breathing.

But he couldn't help but remind.

Zefa took the gauntlet, but nothing happened.

He couldn't help but look at Randall.

Was this a success or a failure?

Randall didn't speak, just let out a breath that melted into the gauntlet.

Suddenly, that strange suction force appeared, trying to suck Zefa's energy away, but it was in vain.

Seeing this, Zefa looked at this gauntlet in surprise and teased:

"You can do it with your iron-making skills."

"I just forced a shape out of it, and it's all thanks to the red light."

Randall spreads his hands.

Although he didn't elaborate, Danzefa could already imagine that scene.

Immediately, Zefa handed the gauntlet to Randall.

This gauntlet is more hidden than a sword.

"Oh yes, you kid don't want to run out lately.

In a few days, Sengoku will officially take over as the marshal of the navy, and you will be conferred the title!"

Randall nodded.

For the rank of lieutenant general, he has no feelings.

Perhaps the most practical thing for the lieutenant general is that he has a fixed salary.

Fortunately, as a member of the Navy, he can eat in the canteen.

Otherwise, he would have to rely on Zefa's relief to survive.

A miserable word in capital letters.

Well? Wait, Randall suddenly remembered, he still seems to be an island owner?

But why is he so struggling?

Randall fell into deep thought.

......

In the year 1501 of the Haiyuan calendar, March 1, it was a good day.

On this day, in the square of the naval headquarters, the soldiers stood solemnly, crowded with people, but the pins fell audibly.

All the officers gathered here, with solemn expressions.

And the Warring States were on the stage and made a generous statement.

「...... Let the justice of the navy reign over the world!"

The blue tendons on the forehead of the Warring States erupted, and he shouted the last sentence vigorously.

As a wave of domination swept the world, the number one leader of the navy officially changed.

The current marshal of the Navy, the Warring States of Buddha!