The pirate's noble son of the navy

a few days later.

Marshal's Office.

"The registration date is over, each branch has recommended preparatory students, a total of 250 people, and 250 people have actually arrived." Rosinandi briefly reported to Zefa.

"What's going on with the people who haven't arrived?" Zefa put down the teacup and asked cautiously.

Rosinandi closed the folder and said: "After checking, we found out that the shipwrecked navy branch recommended a preparatory cadet. On their way there, they encountered a storm. A warship and a hundred soldiers who escorted the preparatory cadet were all killed in the sea."

Zephyr's brows showed some annoyance. He blamed himself. Without his call, how could those young soldiers come across the ocean to Malinfando and how could they unfortunately encounter a storm?

He was simply used to life and death. Zefa then said: "I know, I will handle it." He cheered up and said: "The number of preparatory students this year has more than doubled than the number of preparatory students the year before. Some are more promising. Hey, black fox, your eyesight has always been great."

"Four." Rosinandi gave the correct answer.

"Oh, which four?" Zefa said with great interest.

Rosinandi randomly pulled out four resume forms from the folder, handed them to Zefa, and said, "That's them."

"What's your evaluation of them?" Zefa said while browsing carefully.

"Two, one is a giant from Elbaf, Haguwalsauro. He has a very gentle personality and a weird laugh. His racial talents are there, so it's okay not to be optimistic about them, but that's all. The lower limit. Although it is good, the upper limit is limited. One is Mr. Garp's son, Monkey Drag, a monster among monsters. It is probably related to Mr. Garp and does not agree with the navy." Rosinandi commented.

"Your guess is very correct," Zefa exclaimed: "That bastard Garp trained Dorag from childhood, threw him into an abyss, threw him into the jungle at night, tied him with a balloon and let him fly, and he still didn't have a good reputation. Yue's training gave him the strength to be a monster among monsters, but it also made him dislike the navy where Garp was."

"No, I mean, because Mr. Garp, he has the strength of a monster among monsters and he doesn't really agree that the two points of the navy must be distinguished." Rosinandi interrupted Zefa and said clearly.

Zefa was stunned for a moment: "You mean that he doesn't agree with the Navy very much, and it has nothing to do with Garp."

"Maybe he doesn't agree with the world government." Rosinandi said plainly: "After all, it is impossible for light to shine in every corner of the world. Where there is light, there must be shadow; shadow is darkness. He witnessed the darkness, so he did not Completely believe in the light again.”

Zefa thought without moving for a while, then said: "Where are the other two?"

"A confused young man who uses passion to cover up his uneasiness, a young man with amazing bones who is not inferior to Dorag, and has huge potential." Rosinandi's eyes contained a hint of smile.

Zefa glanced at Rosinandi, then lowered his head and glanced at the photo he happened to see, the photo of the boy whom Rosinandi called "a young boy with amazing bones", and said without saying a word: ""

"It's true." Zefa got stuck and simply changed the topic and said: "One thousand and two hundred and fifty people, the base number is a bit high. What I need are elites who can become future heroes of the navy, not just a fill-in number. Before transferring Mary Joa, Remove half and one-third for me. This year’s semester is also longer than the previous year’s semester. If too many are eliminated at one time, fewer will be eliminated later, which will not achieve the effect of putting pressure on them.”

"I'll do it," Rosinandy wondered.

"This is a test for you." Zefa waved his hands and said as if he were a shopkeeper.

"Understood." Luo Nandi nodded, turned around and left neatly.

Kong, who had been pretending to be dead, said: "I feel like you are too lazy to let a kid work so hard."

"Are you envious that pinkeye is a disease and needs to be cured?" Zefa said leisurely and sarcastically while holding up the teacup.

Kong dusted off the cigarette ashes and said unhappily: "Yes, I am envious of such a capable kid. On the way back from defeating that stinky rat in Redfield, I invited him again and again to continue to be my assistant, not you." was rejected by him."

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