Pirate's Swamp Fruit

Chapter 25 025 So... What qualifications do you have to ask me?

The application for the training room was quickly approved, and Wilder was given a dilapidated training room on the second day.

Located at the southernmost point of the Scorching Hell, a place that was not attacked by flames was the execution room used to punish prisoners and torture. After the transfer of the execution room, it gradually became dilapidated.

Until a period of time, the execution room was transformed into a training room, because most of the jailors are a group of lazy guys, and the training also changed from the enthusiasm at the beginning to the place to pass the time later, just like that, it was deserted after a while down.

There are all kinds of training equipment and decaying instruments of torture piled up inside. Although the equipment is a little old, it is made of high-quality metal materials after all, so it can still be used as usual after cleaning.

Wilder was very satisfied with the training room, not only because the place was big enough and there were enough equipment, but also because the place was remote, and it happened to be not far from the dilapidated cell where the lv5 passage could be opened.

In the next few days, Wilder has been cleaning the training room except for working hours. He did not borrow the hands of others, mainly because the less people in this place, the better for him.

In terms of work, Wilder is already familiar with it. Apart from patrolling the Burning Hell a few times a day, the rest of his time is spent processing documents.

In the past, little Satie was in charge of these things, but little Satie is obviously not a piece of material capable of doing this. Every time he faced a mountain of documents, he just flicked his whip and turned around and went out for a stroll.

Maybe this is also the reason for Magellan's headache, so new and old, including the files accumulated in the past, were all stuffed into Weld's office.

Anyone who comes to these Wilders is welcome, because most of these documents are the information of some prisoners. Through these Wilders, they can get a good grasp of everything about these prisoners.

For example...whether a certain prisoner is a devil fruit capable user, what type, and when is the execution time, these are all included in the data.

Although it is useless to know these for the time being, who can guarantee that the mastery of these materials will not play a key role in the future?
Wilder knows a truth well, all planning starts from the news that he receives inadvertently.

Of course, in addition to these, there are also some documents sent from the navy, such as when and when the prisoner will be delivered.

Apart from the superficial information about the prisoners and the preparation of a report for receiving new prisoners and sending them to Magellan's office, the others are not within the scope of Wilder's takeover.

And taking advantage of these few days to send documents, Wilder finally met this legendary man—Magellan.

A tall, Satan-like man with a pair of demonic arms behind his back.

After delivering the documents, he returned to his office, dealt with the piles of documents on a daily basis, and silently wrote down some information that might be useful in the future. In a few days, there was another thing that Wilder cared about, even It made his heart tighten.

Although no information has been revealed yet, Wilder could clearly feel that the atmosphere in Magellan's office has changed in recent days after going out a few times, becoming depressing, like the calm before the storm.

Not only Magellan, but even Little Satie, who always likes to torture prisoners, seems to be quieter these days. The most obvious thing is that she sticks out her tongue less frequently.

Wilder didn't know if all these changes were as he had guessed, if so, then Wilder would have to plan carefully.

"Uh heh heh..."

Deep and suppressed laughter sounded in the office, Wilde supported his face, his shoulders trembled slightly.

The time for lunch came soon, and Wilder walked into the cafeteria with a more arrogant pace than the previous few days.

"Master Fei... First, is the amount of meat the same today?" Taking the meal, the head chef carefully asked Wilder's exaggerated smiling face.

"Uh heh heh... No, give me twice the amount of meat today." With a low voice and suppressed laughter, Wilder raised his head and glanced at him, a bloodthirsty gleam flashed in his eyes.

"Ah?! Yes... yes, I'm getting ready right now, please wait a moment, Mrs. First...!" The head chef's face was covered with cold sweat instantly, and his whole body was not feeling well.

Damn it!Why are these bastards fighting against the deputy warden? !

"Hey! What are we eating like this?!" A somewhat gloomy voice sounded, and the smile on Wilder's face became stronger. He knew that some people couldn't stand it anymore.

Turning his head, he looked at the other party with a gloomy and exaggerated smile: "So... what do you want to say? Tell me to eat less meat?"

Wilder looked at each other quietly, with a strong and exaggerated smile.

"Ah... that's what it means. Is there a problem, deputy warden?" The other party obviously came with confidence and looked at Wilder with a sneer.

Wilder didn't know where this confidence came from, but he thought there were two types. One was that many prisoners had already united in private and planned to resist him.

The other is naturally having enough confidence in one's own strength, but if you have confidence, you should have stood up a few days ago, so this type can basically be ruled out.

and so…

"Is it the first type? Uh heh heh..."

Wilder looked at him, his shoulders trembling, and he let out a silent laugh.

"Gulu!" Blue veins bulged out of his forehead without warning, and Wilder's smile added a different flavor: "I've changed my mind now, I want three times the amount of meat, um, ha ha ha..."

The head chef who was frantically pounding meat into the dinner plate froze instantly when he heard this, and the cold sweat dripped down his face.

When he came back to his senses, he happened to meet Wilder's strong smile.

"Yes!" The speed of beating meat changed from crazy to deadly.

Wilde turned his head and looked at the jailer in front of him with a strong smile: "Did you just tell me to eat less meat?"

When the words fell, the right hand stretched out and grabbed the opponent's head without warning, the smile disappeared instantly, the face was so gloomy and ugly, the arm that grabbed the opponent's head forcefully smashed it hard on the stone dining table!
"Boom!" There was a muffled sound, and blood spurted out like a bursting watermelon. The jailer's head sank deeply into the dining table, and his body hung limply, motionless.

"So..." Wilder seemed to have done a trivial thing, and he didn't look at the body lying quietly under his hands from the beginning to the end.

The gloomy and blackened face turned around, and the sharp eyes glanced at the silent crowd in the hall. The extremely gloomy voice rang out in everyone's ears with undisguised cold murderous intent.

"So... what qualifications do you have to ask me?"

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