Hearing this, Warring States couldn't help but laugh and scolded:

"You kid, are you forcibly slapping me on the back, or are you praising yourself!"

Randall tactically cleared his throat, then said with a grin:

"Ahem, it's neither, state the facts, state the facts!"

"Alright, since he's signed, that's fine.

Oh yes, how did he sign it?"

Sengoku suddenly asked an inexplicable question.

When Randall heard this, he didn't show a strange look, but said with a smile:

"Hehe, of course, as you instructed, let him know what a colleague is, and let him feel the warmth from his colleague.

Anyway, when he signed, he was already moved to tears.

Maybe I've given too much warmth."

Hearing this, Rao is Warring States who had specifically hinted at Randall before, couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

How shameless is it for people to say that black is white?

But he likes it!

Eyeing Randall, Sengoku had the same smile on his face as Randall.

It's all in plain sight.

After reporting on the mission, Randall leaves.

Sengoku looked at the reclosed door and was stunned for a moment.

At this time, the frustration in his heart because he was forced by the world government to carry out the plan of the Seven Martial Seas of His Majesty was suddenly relieved a lot.

Just thinking about Randall's description of Klocodahl, Sengoku's brow furrowed again.

"Oh, real pirates? I don't know who the Seven Martial Seas will be in the future. Alas~"

Thinking that more vicious pirates would be given legal plundering rights in the future, Sengoku couldn't help but clench his fists.

After a few seconds, Sengoku let go of his hand weakly, and then lay back, the whole person sunk in the chair.

Many people think that the admiral is incomparably beautiful, and that he is the supreme position.

How many people are coveting this position.

But who knows that the person who sits in this position is the real involuntarily.

Randall came out of his office and went to Zefa's courtyard.

Pushing open the door, Christa, who had already returned one step ahead of Randall, was leaning in front of Zefa, chattering with Zefa about what she had seen in the past few days.

What has Zefa never seen in his life? Alabastan, he has already turned several times.

But as he listened to Christa's story, he still enjoyed it.

"Oh, it's back!"

At this time, Zefa heard the movement at the door, looked up at Randall, who had just come in, and said.

"Well, I'm back."

Randall said casually.

"I chatted with the old guy from the Warring States period before about your mission, but the old guy pretended to be mysterious and asked you to tell me personally.

How? Is it hard to say about this mission?"

Zefa chattered and mentioned.

Hearing this, the smile on Randall's face stiffened imperceptibly.

I secretly said in my heart that it was broken.

I didn't realize it for a while before, and the Seven Martial Seas system was like a piece of to Zefa.

At the same time, he scolded in his heart, the Warring States are really good at avoiding trouble!

Such a big event, your dignified admiral actually hid far away, and let a weak and helpless person, who was even a recruit a few days ago, take the lead in the charge?!

Doesn't your conscience hurt?!

Relying on his strong psychological quality, Randall's heart turned over the river and the sea, and he still had a normal smile on his face.

Then he avoided the important and said lightly:

"Ah, it's nothing, it's just a visit to Alabastan, it's not a big deal.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have taken Christa with me."

Although Randall's face was stiff for only a moment just now, he who had been looking at Randall still found that moment unnatural.

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He didn't pay much attention to it, but Randall's behavior made him aware of the abnormality.

This is deliberately not to let him know!

He lowered his face and said:

"What the hell is going on?!"

Seeing Zefa so serious, Randall staggered inside, trying to stall for time.

However, Zefa stared straight into his eyes, and there was a feeling that he would not give up if he didn't tell him.

Randall, who wandered to the side of Christa, saw that he couldn't hide it, so he sighed and whispered a few words:

"Your Majesty's Seven Martial Seas."

Hearing this unfamiliar term, Zefa was stunned and asked, "What is it?"

Randall sighed again and explained to Zefa:

"It's to recruit seven powerful pirates, and...

I was going to recruit the first one."

While Randall was telling, Zefa remained silent and couldn't see emotion.

And after speaking, Zefa did not speak.

The quiet atmosphere in the courtyard made Randall very nervous.

After a few long seconds, Zefa sighed faintly.

He looked at Randall, who was looking at him with a worried face, and felt a little comforted in his heart.

"Don't look at me like that, I hate pirates, and these Seven Martial Seas are indeed annoying, but I'm not so fragile, let alone irrational.

After all, it's the task of the world government."

After saying that, the corners of Zefa's mouth showed a touch of mockery, shook his head, took another sip of tea, and returned to the calm Zefa before.

Seeing that Zefa's current mood was not like pretending, Randall breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he sighed the same and said, "Alas, I just hope that the Seven Martial Seas can really keep the sea in balance on a macro level while causing trouble."

Immediately, the master and apprentice glanced at each other, and the emotions in their eyes were insignificant.

Then Randall drank his tea, thinking to himself.

At this time, he discovered a problem, that is, he also hated pirates, but from beginning to end, he did not reject the system of the Seven Martial Seas.

After thinking about it, he found out the reason.

It's because he has read the comics and knows that Qiwuhai not only succeeded in finding seven people, but also continued until more than ten years after the protagonist went to sea.

This gave him a preconceived impression that he had even become accustomed to.

At this time, he suddenly realized that the original prophetic foresight was not necessarily all good.

Although it can let him know something in advance, it will inevitably lead him to fall into the error of empiricism, or ignore his own subjective initiative.

Randall secretly reminded himself in his heart at this moment that this is not a comic, but a real world!

Those prophetic messages can only be used as references, not as shackles to bind him!

The next day, Sengoku worked in the office as usual.

Blu Blu Blu ~

At this time, the phone bug suddenly rang.

Sengoku opened the drawer and saw the ringing phone bug, and his face, which he didn't care about, suddenly became serious.

"This is Sengoku!"

"Sengoku! ......」

A majestic voice came from there, and it was actually a steady suppression of Sengoku in tone.

Sengoku's expression was originally quite respectful, but the more he listened, the more ugly his expression became.