A Pirate's Counting Life

"My lord, your adjutant is here"

Ophelia pushed the door open with a tray, and He bowed respectfully after seeing Mark.

"Ah! I've finally waited for you!"

Mark quickly walked up to He and grabbed the other person's shoulders. He frowned slightly and was about to resist when he felt a huge force coming from his arm. In a flash, he appeared on the seat.

"I'm very optimistic about you! I'll leave these documents to you!"

Mark patted He on the shoulder, walked to Ophelia, picked up the cakes on the tray, put them in his mouth and chewed them slowly.

The image of the general in He's heart suddenly collapsed, and he felt unreal. Looking at the documents on the table, He was at a loss. Documents of this level were not something she, a colonel, could view.

"Don't worry, you will be my adjutant from now on, and you can check these documents as you please!"

Jianhe was hesitant and Mark immediately made a promise, then walked towards the door with the tray, ready to start his fishing life.

With a headache, He picked up a document and started to look at it. She gradually got into the mood, and her mood changed from anxious at the beginning to calm. She spent three days in a row correcting the document.

Looking at the golden phone bug on the table and the leather seat beneath her, He suddenly felt that the general was not as powerful as she thought.

"Hey, where are you fishing, teacher?"

Mark stood on the boat and waved to Cyborg Kong in the distance. Ophelia smiled and drove the boat next to Cyborg Kong.

"You brat, why are you out here? Don't you need to correct documents?"

"Ah hahahaha, I found an internal affairs talent, so you don't have to worry about such small things."

Mark waved his hand indifferently, took out the fishing rod in Cyborg's stunned eyes, sat on the bow of the boat and started fishing.

Cyborg Kong was very disdainful of Mark's cheating and cheating, and planned to go back and check on the sailor named Crane to avoid any trouble.

Gang Gukong swung the fishing rod hard and sat quietly on the bow. After a few minutes, the fishing rod shook slightly. Gang Gukong waved his thick arm and pulled the fishing rod hard.

A one-meter-long sea fish was thrown to the deck by him. Seeing Cyborg Kong's happy expression, Mark's eyes moved slightly and he said disdainfully.

"What's so exciting about a little fish!"

Gang Gukong turned a deaf ear and threw his pole toward the sea again. Five minutes later, another fish about one meter long was thrown to the deck.

An hour later, Cyborg Kong glanced at the sun that was about to set in the distance, put away the fishing rod and stretched, handed the fishing rod to Bourne, then walked to the deck and threw two small fish into the sea, murmuring road

"Oh~ they are two living little lives, so be careful in the future!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Gang Gukong glanced at Mark, pretending to be surprised and said, "Hey... why didn't General Mark hang up a fish?"

"Hmph! Superficial, fishing, fishing for the state of mind!"

Mark put away his fishing rod and raised his head, as if everyone was drunk and I was alone. As he walked towards the cabin, Mark's face became distorted and he vowed never to fish here again.

Two small boats docked slowly on the shore. Cyborg Kong walked onto the port carrying a ten-meter-long fish. Bourne put the divided fish into the cart and followed closely behind Cyborg Kong.

"You brat, do you want to go fishing together tomorrow?"

Cyborg Kong looked back at Mark, with a smile on his face. Mark forced a smile and said softly

"No need! I'm not as free as you! I have to correct documents tomorrow!"

Cyborg ignored Mark's harsh words. He didn't believe that Mark wouldn't eat fish for a while.

On a small island in the West Sea, the Rumba Pirates were holding a banquet in the town. People were not too afraid, but instead sang and danced to each other's music.

"Yo ho ho ho~"

Brooke let out a hearty laugh and played the violin more carefully. The banquet ended at night. A boy of about ten years old in the crowd looked at Brooke with curiosity.

The other party's music seemed to have the effect of cleansing the soul. At first, he could still hear the vicious emotions of the people around him. After being washed by Brooke's music, the emotions of the people around him became happy.

Patrick slowly walked up to Blue, and before he could speak, he felt a big warm hand on his head.

"Little guy, what's the matter?"

"Are you a devil fruit user?"

Brooke smiled and shook his head, and Patrick said in surprise, "Then why can your music change people's hearts?"

"Yo ho ho ho~ Because every piece of music is played by us with all our heart and soul."

"That's right! We are the Rumba Pirates! Our ideal is to make even crying children laugh!"

Youqi hugged Brooke's shoulders, smiled at Patrick, and said softly

"What's your name, kid?"

"Patrick Redfield"

Several pirate members stepped forward and took Patrick's hand and began to sing and dance. Feeling the smiles from everyone's heart, Patrick was slightly startled. This was the first time he met someone who had no evil thoughts in his heart. This was different from the people he had met before. Pirates are completely different.

A smile gradually appeared on Patrick's face. The next day, the Lombard Pirates walked onto the pirate ship under the watch of everyone. When Brooke walked to Patrick, he stopped and reached out to touch his head.

"Patrick, the sea is very tolerant, and you will also find a group of like-minded friends in the future!"

"Ok!"

Patrick nodded vigorously, waved to Brooke, and the pirate ship slowly sailed out of the port.

Brooke took a few people to play music at the stern of the boat to dilute the sadness of parting.

Patrick's eyes were full of longing, and he decided that he must find like-minded friends when he went to sea in the future.

"Sir... have mercy on me!"

A man in gorgeous clothes climbed up from the throne and came to Rocks. Just as he was about to hug the other man's thigh, he felt the world spinning. In a trance, he saw a headless corpse, dressed exactly like him.

Locks walked around the corpse with a nonchalant expression and walked towards the throne step by step. With every step he took, the ambition in his heart expanded until he came to the throne and turned around to slowly sit on it.

A dark red overlord-colored domineering energy burst out from Rocks. Charlotte Lingling, who was about to enter, trembled, with an incredible expression on her face and whispered in her heart.

"The captain has become stronger again..."

Shiki and Newgate, who were standing behind, were also slightly distracted. Rocks' overlord color had no effect on them before, but now it can affect them for a moment when they are not prepared.

The opponent's progress shocked them. The further they go, the harder it is to improve their strength. Even if the three of them are extremely talented, they are only halfway to becoming a general.

But Rocks seemed to have no limits, constantly breaking through himself. Even as arrogant as Shi Ji, he didn't dare to pat his chest and guarantee that he could catch up with the opponent.

The stronger they are, the more unwilling they are to submit to others, but Rocks' strength makes them dare not betray.

In the Admiral's Office at the Navy Headquarters, He picked up the documents on the table, his pupils shrank, picked up the phone next to him and reported the news to Mark.

"What? The Odom Empire was destroyed?"

Mark was shocked and whispered, "I'll be right over."

Five minutes later, Mark came to the office, picked up the files on the table and walked quickly to the marshal's office. When Cyborg heard the sound of the door hitting the wall, he knew it was Mark. He was about to reprimand the other party when he heard Mark's serious voice

"Teacher, the Odom Empire was destroyed by the Rocks Pirates. Do we need to hunt them down?"

"Put the things here for now. I'll call and ask."

Mark nodded and turned to leave the office, hoping in his heart that the Five Old Stars would be tougher so that he could fight against those legends.