Robust Mage in One Piece

After half an hour, Bart walked out from the door of the Moran Gang empty-handed, and then went straight back to Turius' mansion.

"What are you talking about?" Turius looked at Bart with a deep face. "George actually refused my call. Have you told him clearly what I said."

"I've conveyed the original words, Lord Turius!" Bart made an angry look, "But George actually said, I know what the old guy is looking for, isn't it because he hired another bootlegger? A bit of wine? What is there to say about such trivial matters, you tell that old guy, I won't go to see my brother until I avenge him!"

"He really said that?"

"It's true, Lord Turius!" Bart said, "If it weren't for you to tell me before, if he refuses, I'll just come back and look for you, I would draw my gun and go with the madman." George is desperate!"

Snapped!

The teacup that was originally pinched in Turius' hands was directly thrown to the ground by him in a rage.

"I have given you enough opportunities, George!" Turius said bitterly, "Since you just want to be a mad dog, you can't blame me!"

"Bart,"

"What's the matter, my lord!" Bart replied respectfully.

"Do you remember any foreign guests who visited me some time ago?"

"Guest..." Bart hesitated, "During this period, there are 27 foreign guests who have visited your adult. I don't know which adult you are talking about?"

"It's the one who is short and wears a striped suit..."

"Remember, my lord!" Bart answered seriously. "He came to visit you at six o'clock in the evening, and it was eight o'clock in the evening when he left!"

"Yes, that's right!" Turius nodded. "When he left, didn't he leave a contact information? You go to contact him and say I want to see him!"

"Yes, my lord!"

In the sea near Cicero, a fortress-like ship is cutting through the waves and sailing majesticly! But inside the ship, the staff has become busy like a pot of porridge.

"The third area is flooded again. Which team is in charge of the third area, go and block the flooded area..."

"The team in charge of the third area is the sixth team, but the seventh team is now assisting in the rescue in the seventh due to the serious water intake..."

"Is there any free team? No matter who it is, go and block me in the third zone!"

"Squad 14 is on its way to the third district..."

Capenbergi stood above the fortress with his hands on his back and his cigar in his dangling, looking down at the busy staff.

"Godfather," a man with glasses next to him, who seemed to be an engineer, wiped the sweat from his forehead, "After this trial, we can be sure that your idea is completely feasible. Use the track as a paddle wheel to push it. , So that it has a faster speed than ordinary ships, and can be built for amphibious purposes!"

"Very good!" Carpenberg took off his cigar and sprayed a puff of smoke from his mouth. "With this kind of amphibious fortress ship, we will have a truly stable stronghold. This is very important!"

"Yes, Godfather!" The engineer nodded quickly, "With the experience of this sea trial, we will soon begin to build a unique, amphibious tank ship for you!"

"Fast," Capenbergi put the cigar into his mouth, "I have already figured out its name!"

"Don't worry, godfather!"

At this time, suddenly there was a burst of Blubru's voice from Capenbergi's body!

"Go ahead!" Capenbergi waved his hand, then took out a phone worm from his arms.

"Yes, Godfather!"

After making sure that the engineer was far enough away to hear his own voice, Carpenbergi answered the call.

"Hello, is that the godfather?"

On the phone worm, a Mediterranean head was shown.

"I'm here, Gotti!" Capenbergi let out a ring of smoke. "Just say anything!"

"I have two good news to report to you," Mediterranean said with a triumphant smile on his face.

"Say!"

"First of all, I led the raid this time and seized at least 300 barrels of bootleg wine from Moran's help..."

"How much?" A surprised look appeared on Capenberg's face.

"Three hundred barrels!"

"How could it be so many..."

"Because the warehouse of Moran's Gang is next to the dock," the Mediterranean face showed by the telephone worm with an elated look. "We just drove the ship that was in charge, and the brothers only took less than 20 minutes. So I moved three hundred barrels of wine. Unfortunately, the dogs and the police from Moran’s gang arrived. I could only order that all the remaining wine should be burned. It’s a pity that there are still seven or eight hundred barrels of wine. ..."

"You mean, you found a warehouse with at least a thousand barrels of wine?"

"Yes, a thousand barrels!" The Mediterranean said carelessly, "just a lot more..."

"The warehouse you are talking about is at Pier 3, and near it is the office building of the Prohibition Executive Committee?"

"Yes, godfather, you are really good!"

Capenberg silently stuffed his cigar into his mouth.

"There is the second news," Mediterranean continued. "The brother you arranged at the inn in the noble district sent back news that Turius wants to see you..."

"time!"

"Eight o'clock tonight!"

"Okay, I get it!" Capenbergi nodded, and then hung up with a click before the Mediterranean wanted to continue talking.

At eight o'clock in the evening, before the bell rang, Carpenberg had appeared in Turius' study with a cigar in his mouth.

"Master Turius," Carpenberg took off his hat and bowed, "I am glad you are interested in the little plan I told you before!"

"I'm still not interested in that plan," Turius said bluntly. "Let's just say it straightforwardly. I am looking for you to come over because I want you and your men to replace Moran's current position. Can you Can it be done?"

"Of course..." Carpenberg straightened his waist with a confident expression on his face. "My men are not the street gangsters. They are all real fighters who dare to fight and fight."

"I don't care about this..." Turius waved his hand. "It doesn't matter whether you are fighters or bullies. I just want to know, can you quickly get rid of George Moran and his men." ?"

"No problem!" Carpenberg answered without hesitation.

"Everyone can talk big..." Turius said sharply, "I heard that you were just burned down by George Moran and your stronghold on the seashore."

"That little loss is not enough..." Capenberg took off his cigar and blew a smoke ring to the side. "What's more, the Moran Gang has now paid back ten times the loss."

"But you really had nothing to do with George Moran, did you?"

"It's not that there is no way, but I have been waiting for your call from Lord Turius," Carpenbergi said, and the cigar jumped in his mouth. "Need me to remind you? George Moran My brother, Obani, who is also a Demon Fruit Ability, died in our hands."

"If it weren't for this, I wouldn't be looking for you at all this time," Turius raised his head arrogantly. "Outlander, I know what you want, and I can fulfill your wish. Of course, none of this is There is no cost."

"I understand..." Carpenberg nodded, "Do you want to see my strength? Then as you wish..."

With that, Capenberg's eyes have been swept across the study.

Da Da Da Da...

After a sharp shot, the four figures hidden in the dark of the study fell weakly to the ground.

"It's just a person with devil fruit ability," Carpenberg raised his head easily, and exhaled a puff of smoke to the sky, "Who isn't it!"

"Okay!" Turius didn't care whether his four subordinates were alive or dead, but looked at Carpenberg with piercing eyes, "If you can solve George Moran, then everything in the Moran Gang is now your!"