Zefa of the Pirate

Chapter 125, Creighton
The huge warship slowly docked at the main port in front of the Naval Justice Square, which looked like a crescent gap in Marin Vanduo.

"Clap."

A handsome man with white mid-length hair tied into a ponytail, two long knives hanging from his waist, and a coat of justice walked down the deck unhurriedly.

As a vice admiral who is strong enough to be ranked in the top three, although he is not a candidate for general, the approachable Clayton still has a high status in Marin Fando, and his style makes him very popular among soldiers.

At the port, the sailors who noticed Vice Admiral Creighton saluted Creighton with an upright military salute, and some of them who were familiar with him would exchange a few words with Vice Admiral Creighton, and Creighton also responded in an easy-going manner. on, as usual.

However, Clayton's mood was not as calm as he showed at this time.

Since Clayton was transferred back to Marlin Vandor, even though his position as the base commander of the G5 base has not been cancelled, the navy of the Navy headquarters has been friendly to him as always, but he just feels quite uncomfortable, no, it should be something Not going well!

Clayton was ordered to lead four large warships, a total of [-] elite navies, to conquer the big pirate saber-toothed tiger Cayman, which is entrenched in the second half of the great channel and close to the windless belt.Although the predetermined goal was perfectly achieved in the end, the huge loss far exceeding expectations made Creighton feel more hazy.

After seeing the person in charge of the port waiting at the port, Clayton briefly handed over to him, left the adjutant to deal with the follow-up matters, and went directly back to his house in Marlin Vandor.

the next day.

Hearing the adjutant whispering the information he had learned, Clayton casually looked at Mosa's photo on the document in his hand, and suddenly interrupted the adjutant's narration.

"Mosa? Is that the kid who has been called Mosa of Sand these two years?"

The newly appointed adjutant who just took office yesterday looked at Creighton's face calmly. His knowledge of Lieutenant General Creighton was limited to information, so he was unavoidably a little uneasy at the moment.

"Uh yes." He thought about Lieutenant General Creighton's information and quickly added, "He is also the son of General Zefa and Lieutenant General Luna."

"Well, I see."

Clayton nodded perfunctorily and said casually: "A normal lieutenant colonel can arrange him as he likes. There is no need to specialize for a so-called genius, even if he belongs to General Zefa."

Clayton's words that stopped abruptly caused the adjutant, who lowered his head to record, to raise his head in astonishment.

"Forget it! Well, you should take him and let him follow me." Clayton overturned his previous decision without any sense of disobedience, and then pretended to explain casually.
"I seem to owe General Zefa a life. Well, let's pay it back on his son. Inform him to come to my office in the afternoon."

"continue."

"Yes!"

The adjutant hastily continued to narrate the latest information.

…………

Creighton looked out the window to the void.

Has the reputation of the Navy's bipolar star faded away in just a few years?
I don't even know the relationship between me and Zefa, even if he came from the Four Seas branch, this guy is really unqualified...

But that's okay, I haven't seen Moza since Zefa's banquet not long after Moza's birth...

I don't know what this little guy looks like!

In the afternoon, in Clayton's office, Mosa was standing at the door bored, as if waiting for something, but hesitated to speak.

Clayton, on the other hand, untied the leather rope that tied his hair, and with his white hair hanging loose, he sat cross-legged on the ground quietly, with an ordinary-looking long knife lying flat on his knees.

In the bright afternoon sun, the scene looked languid and cozy.

Suddenly, a gentle voice sounded.

"Are you Mosa?"

Mosa: "???"

Didn't I make an introduction when I walked in? !

Co-author, you not only ignored me, let me stand for more than half an hour in vain, but also forgot my name? Or did you not remember at all?
"Yes!"

However, after being "carefully" reminded by Kong, Mosa has been able to suppress the negative emotions in his heart, and forced himself to respond quickly in the unique style of a soldier.

But his unconscious frown clearly revealed his inner dissatisfaction.

"Two mistakes."

Clayton stood up slowly and stretched out two slender fingers. "You made two mistakes today."

"First, as a pure swordsman, he is loyal to his heart and sincere to his sword, so the ceremony of becoming one with the sword cannot be interrupted! If this is not the Navy Headquarters, or Marlin Vanduo, you are dead now."

Mosa couldn't help straightening his already upright body. He felt a huge threat from Creighton's body, and Mosa's face trembled in pain from the sharp breath.
It was as if the person standing opposite Mosa was not a human being of flesh and blood, but a famous sword that had just been unsheathed and was about to drink the blood of the enemy.

"Second, you should not show your dissatisfaction in front of the boss you met for the first time. Even if you feel that you have done nothing wrong." Clayton suddenly appeared in front of Mosa on the right, and the blade of the long knife lightly rested on Mosa. Sa's neck.

The incomparably sharp blade left a bloodstain on Mosa's neck just by the rolled breath, and a drop of blood slowly oozed out of the bloodstain.

"Do you think I'm a blind man who can't see your frown? Lieutenant Colonel?" Blood slid down Mosa's smooth neck.

when.
Mosa turned his stiff eyes to look at Clayton with difficulty, when did he come over?
Why is there no response!
"Go down and run a hundred laps around Marlin Vandeau! Come back and report to me when you're done!"

".yes!"

After Mosa left, Clayton couldn't help frowning. It seems that Zefa really didn't tell him my identity...

This little guy has lived in the navy since he was a child, and he doesn't even know me...

Zefa, let's wait and see!
……

It was a quarter past six.

Mosa was sweating profusely and knocked on the door of Clayton's office.

"Come in."

"Report sir, complete one hundred laps around Marin Fando!" Mosa's whole body was trembling but his saluting hands were straight.

"Ah."

"Go out and take a shower before you come back." Clayton glanced at Mosa.

"Uh yes!"

Two 10 minutes later.

"Now, Mr. Genius, tell me your mind is clearer?" Clayton's eyes were full of unconcealable smiles.

"Yes! Sir, my judgment is influenced by the name of genius. I [more than 500 words are omitted in the middle]. I am just Lieutenant Colonel Mosa of the Navy Headquarters."

Mosa came up with such a passage based on a series of theoretical guidance, such as standing at attention when being beaten, holding your head when you are surrounded, people using knives and me being fish, following your heart when you should follow your heart, arms that can't twist your thighs, etc.
(End of this chapter)