Starting from the pirates, the brain hole exploded

Warring States has been very agitated recently. ..

Since the beginning of autumn this year, due to the frequent emergence of new pirate stars from all over the country, the affairs of the headquarters have become more and more busy. Coupled with the registration of all military generals in the past few days, one can imagine his daily workload.

However, it rained continuously all night, and during this period, the Revolutionary Army made a lot of noise. The World Government held frequent meetings. As a naval marshal, he naturally couldn't shirk it. He had been under Marie Joa's house these days. Running between various meetings is really tiring.

"Fortunately, the meeting will be over tomorrow."

Lying on the soft sofa, Warring States rubbed his temples a little tiredly. He also held a meeting for eight hours today. The feeling of arguing with a group of bureaucrats was not very good. Fortunately, the meeting process has reached the final stage. It will be over tomorrow afternoon.

At that time, he can leave Marigioa and return to Marineventor.

Boom!

At this time, there was a knock on the door. Warring States thought it was the hotel waiter bringing dinner. He didn't think much about getting up and opening the door. What surprised him was that standing outside the door was a man with wretched features. A thin man, the celestial dragon hoof prints on his forehead are particularly eye-catching.

"you are?"

Warring States frowned slightly. When he saw the other party's hoofprint, his first reaction was that the slaves who had escaped from the control of the Tianlong people came to him for help.

This was not uncommon in the past.

It is a pity that as a naval marshal, the Warring States Period is unwilling to get into this kind of trouble no matter from which perspective. In past examples, those Celestial Dragon slaves who tried their best to seek help were usually caught by the navy. In the end, they were all directly detained and sent back to the Tianlong people.

However, the situation in front of him was obviously beyond his expectation. After this young man with a wretched figure bowed slightly and bowed to him, he actually took out a noble coat of arms from his pocket and spoke in a kind of way. He said in a neither humble nor arrogant tone:

"You are the Marshal of the Warring States Period, right? This is a token of my master, Saint Charles. After he learned that the Marshal was staying in the same hotel, he asked me to come and invite you to discuss important matters."

Charles Rose Saint?

Warring States glanced at the coat of arms in surprise. He had some impression of the name, but it was not because of the person himself, but because the other party's father, Saint Roswader, was quite famous in Mariejoia and had a high status within the family. One of the powerful people of the Celestial Dragons.

So, the guy in front of me is not an escaped slave, but a messenger of the Celestial Dragons?

It is rare to find a slave who can gain the trust of the Celestial Dragons.

He glanced at the guy in front of him with great interest. After thinking for a moment, Warring States nodded slightly: "In that case, let me go with you to see Saint Charlos."

"Please come with me."

After Warring States nodded in agreement, Simai gave a slight salute, turned around and led the way, walking towards the stairs in a leisurely manner.

His expression has always been calm, which in the eyes of the Warring States Period is a manifestation of his representative of the Tianlong people, but obviously no one can understand how uneasy Simai was just now.

Finally got it!

It wasn't until he walked down the stairs that Simei reluctantly breathed a sigh of relief. He had no choice but to ask Charles Rose's request too much. He was so ridiculous that he even asked the dignified naval marshal to help with the game rankings. When he heard this order, Simei couldn't help it. Mai couldn't believe her ears.

But reality was just reality after all. As a slave, he could only accept it unconditionally and risk the wrath of the Navy Marshal by knocking on the door of the room downstairs. After all, the punishment of Charros was more terrifying.

Fortunately... the marshal was not as serious and cold as he expected, and he was quick to think and blurred Charros's request, and finally persuaded the other party and completed the task.

Now, everything that follows has nothing to do with him, the rest is between these two big men.Bismei estimated that the possibility of Warring States' refusal was quite high, which would definitely make Saint Charles angry, but... no matter what, he was a marshal of the navy. No matter how willful Saint Charles was on weekdays, he would still have to do it. Save some face, right?

Well, the possibility of a conflict was unlikely. After thinking about it for a while, Simai finally felt relieved.

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At the same time, the Brood Warp.

Reception Hall No. b0284, this is one of the hundreds of reception halls set up by the Ala Zerg mother nest. As a rule, two Ala Zerg will be responsible for staying behind to receive the new wise men who have returned.

Er and Swift are the names of the people left behind in this reception hall. They are the same age and belong to the younger generation of the ethnic group. They both returned to their home nest from the South China Sea at the same time 25 years ago. Their relationship has always been good, so in the reception hall During the free time on duty, we can also keep each other company and chat about anything without it being too difficult.

However, during this period of time, leisure time is no longer as boring as before, because Luo An, the elder of the tribe, has changed his strategic decision-making towards mankind, and now there is a lot more excitement to watch.

Every day, information flow from the front line is sent back to the mother nest for sharing. On the one hand, the humans inside are deceived by the cute appearance of the phone bug, and on the other hand, they are obsessed with the newly developed functions of the great elder. This Jean and Swift found a lot of jokes and enjoyed watching it every day.

And today... it's the same as always.

"Hahahaha, I'm laughing so hard, Swift, come on, look at this."

After browsing the latest video information from the East China Sea, Er suddenly couldn't help but laugh out loud. Facing Swift's puzzled gaze, he showed a mysterious expression and said with a smile, "I said, Pros Northwest Do you remember the retribution?"

"Of course I remember, how could I forget."

Swift recalled it almost instantly, frowned slightly and said, "The largest newspaper in the northwest region of the East China Sea was founded 60 years ago. Before you and I regained our sense of independence, weren't we both serving this newspaper as communication tools? Well."

"Yes, it's this damn newspaper."

It seemed that an unforgettable past event was mentioned, and the atmosphere of the conversation between the two changed. I said angrily: "That bastard editor-in-chief Sika, think about it, I'm so angry. It's obvious that the newspaper's profits are very good. He made a lot of money all year round." With so much money, I couldn’t bear to buy more phone bugs, and I couldn’t bear to hire a few more traveling reporters, so we both had to work from morning to night every day.”

"Yes," Swift sighed slightly after hearing this, "Those reporters are also pitiful. They work overtime day and night. If they didn't run fast enough, they wouldn't even be able to get the first-hand local news."

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