The Iron Ship Island of the Great Voyage

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"Father, prepare your evacuation plan, Philip's collar is about to be destroyed."

"Haha? Do you know how deep the foundation of Philip's collar is? Not to mention losing five blocks, even if the slums are all destroyed by the plague, its combat power is still [-]%!"

"No, no, no...a powerful individual always decays from within. Doesn't my father represent half of the [-]% combat power?"

"Put away your stupid thoughts! Do you really think that the Duke has no way to deal with it? If you really want to tear yourself apart, you must be killed... Besides, I guess that the Philip family may still have a terrifying force that can reverse any crisis. , don’t look at our parliament now having the upper hand... If the Lord Duke is tough, no one can stop his anger!"

"Terrorist power? Jie Jie... Then we don't need to worry, there will naturally be experts from the Navy headquarters to deal with that guy. What we have to do now is to secretly unite with other veteran nobles to prepare the family relocation plan. When the time comes Together, Philippe is doomed."

"What do you mean by that?"

At this moment, in the secret room of the Clive family, old Clive was having a secret conversation with a young man with a sullen face.

This young man is obviously the elder brother of the dead Fei Lun, Meyer Clive who has returned from the capital of Tianlan King!

Mayer's tone was always tepid, but it made old Clive feel a chill, like the coldness of being stared at by a poisonous snake.

Meyer said directly: "It seems that we need to speak more clearly... You give me the control of the 'Blood Skull Pirates', I need this power now."

Hearing this, Old Clive's expression changed, and he said angrily, "I don't know what you're talking about!"

This kid is simply outrageous, he has been to the capital for a few years, and when he comes back, he dares to be defiant!But, how is it possible for him to know that I am controlling the "Blood Skull Pirates"?

"Forget it... let's talk to you in another identity, my dear father."

Meyer frowned, and said lightly: "I hope you understand one thing, this is an order, not a request. Do you really think that without my intervention, the Navy will not be able to wipe out the Blood Skull Pirates for a long time? Hehe, the newly appointed Red Tiger University is not easy..."

Old Clive's pupils shrank when he thought of the resolute methods used by the White Shark Tavern to wipe out the stronghold of the revolutionary army.He obviously also knows that Chihu, who has extremely strong wrists and strength, really wants to deal with a pirate group. It is not difficult at all.

Suddenly he thought of something, and suddenly came to his senses: "You joined the navy?"

"That's right..."

There was a wicked smile on the corner of Mayer's mouth, and he said lightly: "However, to be more precise, I received a new appointment two days ago, and my current identity is... CP9!"

Hearing this, Clive couldn't hide the shock on his face.

For so many years, he has never lost his composure like this.

He stared at his son carefully, feeling more and more strange.How did that well-behaved son who was not good at words back then become like this now?He considers himself to be a scheming person, otherwise it would be impossible to secretly support the "Blood Skull", one of the three big pirate groups in the Black Sea, but even so, he felt a chill down his spine at the moment.

Old Clive didn't think this son was too simple, but said again: "You think we can evacuate if we want? You think the defense of the territory is too simple! The Minister of Defense is from the Duke's party. , together with the war, as long as we show the slightest sign of timidity, he will definitely kill us first without hesitation!"

"Then don't worry."

Meyer's tone was still calm, as if everything was under control, and said: "It won't be long before the Gustav family will not hold the position of Minister of Defense...Father, you can make preparations first, when the time comes The position is vacant, so arrange your people to take the position as soon as possible."

Hearing this statement, the old Clive was obviously not so objective. He shook his head and said, "Hehe... how easy is it to say?! You won't tell me that the Duke will cut off his own arm and remove Gustav for no reason?"

"For no reason? No... no... no..."

When Meyer said this, his tone was full of confidence.He smiled evilly at the corner of his mouth, and said: "So... now I still need my father to hand over the blood skull's overriding control to me... There are some things that need their cooperation. At that time, even if the Duke does not agree , I can't help him..."

Hearing this, old Clive twitched his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes rolled quickly.

Even though he admits that his son has given him too many surprises, he doesn't think that he should be given the biggest secret of the Clive family to him.

After all, he is still too young!

"Father, you are still so indecisive."

Seeing old Clive hesitating, Meyer raised his eyebrows, as if he had decided on something, and said with a mysterious smile: "It seems that I have to help you make a decision."

As he said that, his palm was like a melted candle, with some kind of foul-smelling liquid dripping drop by drop.When the droplet landed, a small hole was corroded in the hard ground, and thick white smoke curled up...

"This is..."

Old Clive shrank his pupils suddenly when he saw this strange scene, "You are a devil fruit capable user! You participated in the plan to assassinate the Duke that night?!"

Seeing the corrosion marks on the ground, he immediately recalled the messy battle marks in the library.Obviously, the person who assassinated Archduke Philip that night was a devil fruit user suspected of using acid!

He never thought that that killer... would be his own son!

In this way, he should have sneaked back to the territory secretly a few days ago, but he has only officially shown up now... Was all this calculated?

He was a little relieved that his son was actually strong enough to compete with Master Philip.But it's more about fear... How would he participate in that top-secret assassination plan?And it failed...

At this moment, Old Clive also guessed that there might have been a big net laying out Philip's collar long ago, but he didn't know it at all.If his son hadn't informed him in advance, I'm afraid he would really have to bear the blow of the conspiracy with Philipling.

After thinking about it, Clive expressed his doubts: "Since you have fought against the Lord Duke, you probably know the ability of 'Night Crow', so do you still think that any conspiracy has a chance of winning in the face of absolute strength?"

"Tsk tsk...'Night Crow' is strong, but it's only in the Black Sea. There are as many masters of this level in the Navy Headquarters as there are crucian carp crossing the river..."

Meyer said something meaningful, as if he didn't seem to be worried at all, and said: "Besides... I will advance to Sequence 6 soon, and by then, even if it is a head-on confrontation, he may not be able to What a chance..."

It turned out that his strength had grown to such a terrifying level before he knew it.

Old Clive never thought that he would also have a moment when he was forced into the palace by his son.

At this moment, he seemed to be ten years older, with a gloomy expression.What if I don't agree?He didn't think that the move Meyer showed just now was just showing off, and I'm afraid it was full of threats.

"Father, you are already old. Leave the Clive family to me, it will reach another peak. After all, the stage led by Philip is too small..."

At this time, Meyer suddenly showed a sly smile, and said calmly: "Besides, I helped you kill that bitch's bastard, shouldn't you thank me?"

"What, you killed Feren?!"

No wonder there are so many doubts... It turns out that all this is a conspiracy, and that kid named Raymond is just a scapegoat.Even myself and the veteran nobles have become pawns to be calculated!

Hearing this, Old Clive felt as if someone had slammed his chest hard, and he almost couldn't catch his breath.

With pain on his face, he said with a difficult tone: "He's your brother...why?"

"Didn't I create a chance for you to make trouble? Unfortunately, you don't seem to be able to grasp it..."

Meyer shrugged and said, "What's more...brother? Father, have you forgotten that you lost your fertility in the battle where my mother died?"

"You... how do you know?!"

Clive pointed at Meyer as if he was looking at a devil, and took a few steps back in shock, almost losing his footing.

"I know more than you think."

Meyer sneered, as if thinking of some unpleasant past, his tone became very cold: "Do you know why I left my family to go to the capital? Tsk tsk, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to live in the hands of that bitch if I didn't leave." to today."

The murderous intent just disappeared for a moment, and he resumed his calm tone, and said coldly: "But... I can get a great opportunity because of this, I really thank that framer."