Pirate: I'm really not a Super Saiyan

Under the guidance of his servants, Zefa met with Prime Minister Philip in the council hall of the royal palace.

Zephyr warned Philip of a possible pirate attack and asked Philip if he knew any news about the Orne Pirates. The navy wanted to nip the danger in the bud.

Philip first flattered Zefa, praising the name of Black Arm Zefa, which was resounding throughout the sea, and predicted that the pirates would not dare to attack at will after hearing Zefa's name.

He declined again, indicating that the kingdom's army was powerful and the kingdom was strong, and if a third-rate pirate group dared to attack, they would be defeated without return!

Zefa looked at Minister Philip, who was full of confidence and talking eloquently, and lost interest in talking for a moment. After he understood what he meant, he left the palace.

After Zefa left, Philip looked gloomy. Yaz appeared from the side and comforted Philip.

"Don't worry, sir. Zefa must not have discovered anything. Even if he did, this is our internal affairs on Cliff Island. As long as we can pay the Heavenly Gold, the World Government will not care about us..."

After hearing what Yaz said, Philip's expression improved a bit and he gave Yaz instructions.

"Tell Sam to speed up the process. The weapons must be delivered to Orn and his men as soon as possible! The operation in three days must be launched on time!"

"Yes, my lord!"

Yaz hurriedly went to find Sam, while Philip turned and entered the palace to fool the useless king who had been bewitched by him with wine, sex, money and power.

"Philip! Why are you here just now? I'll punish you by making you drink a drink! Come here quickly!"

The fat king raised his head while surrounded by his concubines, holding up a glass of wine and speaking to Philip who was coming to meet him.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will come and drink with you right away."

Philip laughed along and took the wine from the police inspector beside him, thinking to himself.

"There are only three days left before this country belongs to me. I'll let you enjoy these last few days, you fat pig."

Zefa walked down the palace slowly. The palace avenue led directly to the pier. He declined the servants' farewell. Seeing that there were no outsiders around, the subordinates beside him could not help but complain to Zefa.

"This Philip is really ungrateful. We are willing to help him wipe out the pirates, but he is not only not happy about it, but he is also making excuses. Who does he think we are?"

Zefa said calmly.

"After all, they are allies. If this is their own decision, we can't interfere. Let's go first. It won't be too late when the pirates really take action."

The group talked as they walked, and soon they walked down the mountain where the palace was located and arrived near the port, ready to board the ship.

Just then, a shout came from the entrance of the alley.

"Marine masters, please wait a moment!"

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After Yaz received the order from Philip, he immediately summoned the person in charge of weapons manufacturing and asked him about the progress.

When he learned that the manufacturing process was going smoothly, he was still worried and went to check the weapons warehouse himself. Looking at the various swords and flintlock rifles that filled the warehouse, he nodded with satisfaction.

When I was about to leave, I asked the person in charge.

"How has Sam been doing lately? Has he contacted anyone else?"

"We have someone monitoring Sam at all times. He has a regular schedule every day and has never had contact with outsiders. It's just..."

"Just what? Tell me what's going on!"

Yaz asked urgently.

"The little follower Sam brought seems to have had a stomach upset today. He went to the toilet several times in the past half day..."

"Really? Now that I'm here, I might as well go check on them. If they dare to do anything, I'll have enough weapons anyway, hehe."

Yaz rolled his eyes and said viciously.

The person in charge felt a little nervous when he heard this. If something went wrong, he would definitely be in trouble. There was nothing he could do at the moment, so he had to take Yaz to the forging room and pray in his heart that nothing would go wrong.

The warehouse was not far from the workshop. After walking for a few minutes, the two saw Sam, who was busy with work.

Sam had noticed the two of them coming, but he didn't want to talk to them and just worked with a stern face.

"Master Sam, you are amazing! I really didn't find the wrong person. So many weapons are almost finished. You are worthy of being the master craftsman of our Cliff Island!"

Yaz started off by complimenting Sam.

"The remaining weapons will be forged the day after tomorrow, so don't worry about me being late."

Sam said without looking up.

"I'm not here to urge you to work, Master Sam. I'm here to comfort you. I heard that your little follower has a stomachache? I have a doctor here. Take him to see a doctor."

Yaz said with a smile, but there was a dark gleam in his eyes.

"Don't worry about it. This little bastard just ate too much meat recently and has a stomachache. It will be fine once he gets used to the oil."

"How can this be possible! You guys come here to work for me, how can I just ignore you if you get sick? Let him out now!"

Just as the two were pulling each other repeatedly, a voice came from the door.

"Uncle Sam, I'm back... Lord Yaz, you're here too."

Sam and Yaz turned around together and saw that the person coming was Xia.

Xia Ju was seen hunching over, holding his stomach, and speaking weakly.

"I've been eating too well these past few days, and my stomach can't take it. I'm sorry, Uncle Sam, for delaying our work."

Sam snorted.

"It's good that you know, why don't you get over here and work!"

Yaz looked at the two, one big and one small, and watched Xia staggering towards the workbench. He felt relieved and said to Sam and Xia.

"Hurry up, once you complete it successfully, I will report the credit to Lord Philip!"

Then he looked at Xia deliberately and said.

"You have to do your job well, and then you can eat as much meat as you want! Hahaha!"

After saying that, he left. This incident frightened the person in charge. Even after Yaz left, he was still frightened and arranged for people to stay with Sam and the other man at all times.

Seeing that there was no chance to speak, Sam and Xia looked at each other. Xia nodded, and Sam knew what was going on and continued to work.

Time passed quickly and it was the day before the celebration. Sam and Xia delivered all the weapons as scheduled, and then said goodbye to Yaz on the grounds of being tired from work.

Of course Yaz wouldn't allow it, for fear that something bad might happen and the two of them would go out and leak the news.

Sam was also afraid that Yaz would turn against him after the mission was completed. After a tug of war, the two sides reached an agreement: Sam and Xia would have a day off and could go home after the celebration.

The next morning, Xia opened her eyes early and got up with Sam to pack their luggage.

The two did not dare to prepare too many things. They only brought some dry food that they had stolen from the cafeteria a few days ago, ready to run away as soon as they found the right opportunity.

At this time, the Orn Pirates, who had obtained a large number of high-quality weapons as they wished last night, had arrived at the eastern coast of Cliff Island, and the patrol ships of the Kingdom Army, under the orders of Philip, all went to patrol the northwest waters to guard against possible attacks by the Orn Pirates.