Forced To Be A General, I Just Wanted To Retire

Someone Finally Understands Me! (Transition)

Moore entered the Golden Lion, but because he was not officially employed and could not be treated as a Marine, he was allowed to stay on the ship and do whatever he wanted.

Except for some important places, Moore could visit everywhere.

But more often than not, he made an exception and entered Kuro’s office.

This was not because Kuro believed in metaphysics and wanted Moore to use his bad luck to force him to complete his goal.

It was just that he had to be familiar with some business as a messenger. Yes, that was it.

In the office, Kuro looked at the man standing at the door, who looked like he was doing his duty.

“I said, how long have you been in the New World?”

No reaction.

Moore’s eyes were open and he seemed to be looking at something. His eyes were fixed in one direction and he did not move.

“Moore?”

“Humph… Ha…”

A snoring sound came from Moore’s nose. His head was moving bit by bit, and a snot bubble came out of his nostrils.

A vein appeared on Kuro’s forehead. He moved his fingers and the pen on the table flew up and stabbed at Moore.

Snap.

The tip of the pen pierced through his snot bubbles and pierced into his nostrils.

“Ow!”

Moore cried out in pain and reached for his nose, pulling the pen out.

“Ah… Vice-Admiral Kuro, I am standing guard.” He was stunned and then said seriously.

“Do you think I’m blind?”

Kuro raised his eyebrows and waved his hand helplessly. “You, be careful. You are not a Marine yet.”

Moore was lazy, so lazy that it was infuriating.

During the past few days of sailing in the sea, even Kuro had heard about it.

He was basically sleeping on the ship or lying there looking at the sky. He looked quite depressed, but when asked, his head was empty.

And it’s very greasy. Even if the radium can’t hear Moore’s words clearly, he will say that he doesn’t need oil to cook.

Sloppy, dirty, greasy, like a middle-aged man who has lost his dream… Sorry, there is no need to act like this, this is a middle-aged man who has lost his dream.

“I asked how long you have been in the New World.”

“A few months, not long.”

Moore yawned and said, “At that time, we were preparing to use Port Grande as a base to radiate outwards. The Holy Lady… No, Salia thought that it would be more convenient for us to do things if we let everyone nearby be dealt with first. Of course, it was also to target you.”

Zalia had a plan, not just finding a place to rest.

It was really aimed near G-3.

There are not many pirates near G-3, and the Marines at its base are famous, which can deter many pirates.

If G-3’s Marines are all dealt with and they are free to deal with the nearby pirates, this area will fall into their hands and they will slowly influence the surroundings.

However, before the first step was completed, Kuro came to his door.

“Quite an idea…”

Hearing Moore’s words, Kuro shook his head and said disdainfully: “It’s just a little naive. Once the Marines know this news, they will not stop. Once we react, no matter who they send, this matter will not be easy to end.”

Even if Kuro is not here, once this matter makes Headquarters feel that something is wrong, they will be exposed sooner or later by sending a lieutenant general over.

Even if Zalia was lucky and used her ability to influence a Vice-Admiral, the Vice-Admiral’s abnormality was still discovered by the Headquarters.

At that time, the elites will come.

At that time, Zalia would still be finished.

If it doesn’t end soon, it will be a great general.

“You have been in the New World for a few months. Do you know any pirates or other things to pay attention to around here?” Kuro asked.

Moore thought for a moment and said, “No, G-3 is quite safe, but other places… Pirates in the New World are different from ordinary Pirates. These pirates are terrifying. Almost every pirate who survives in the New World has their own territory.”

This was true.

Unlike the Pirates of Paradise or Four Seas, the Pirates of New World are different.

In the beginning of a ship, fame depends on different ways of snatching. Although it is all like this, the New World is much more dangerous.

Almost all the pirate forces here have their own territory.

With the territory as the center, the radiation area formed a criminal organization.

The biggest criminal organization is Yonkō (Four Emperors). Their power is the strongest in the New World.

However, the others could not be underestimated.

Those who can still have power under the noses of Marines and Yonkō (Four Emperors) are not to be trifled with.

“Do you know who the pirate who bombarded G-3 is?” Kuro asked.

“Eh? Was G-3 bombarded? Or was it a pirate?”

Moore was stunned for a moment. “That place seems to be the territory of Marine Hero Garp?”

Even if he didn’t pay much attention to the big events in the sea, he knew who Garp was.

“It’s gone. This place is mine now.”

Kuro took out a box of cigars, took out one and threw it at Moore, then took out another and lit it himself. Sparks appeared at the end of the cigar and a puff of smoke came out of his mouth.

“I’ve lost face. I’ll find a way to get it back. Otherwise, if the news of G-3 being bombarded spreads, those pirates will definitely be restless. That situation…”

“Ah… it sounds very annoying.”

Moore took over from Kuro and gave him a thumbs-up. “I understand you!”

A smile appeared on Kuro’s face.

The other factor that kept Moore was this.

Finally, someone in this world finally understood what he was thinking!

Not promotion, not fame, and not for justice!

He just wanted to live a safe and comfortable life.

Moore, on the other hand, understood this aspect. This lazy middle-aged loser knew very well what Kuro, who was also a middle-aged loser, was thinking.

Huh? Not considered a middle-aged loser in his twenties?

In the eyes of the young man in his previous life, a 20-year-old is almost dead!

“But I really don’t know, because I returned the power of ‘Sloth’ to Salia a long time ago, and I have never acted alone, and have always been guarding in front of Iron Maiden.”

Moore shrugged and put the cigar that Kuro threw into his mouth. He picked up a match and lit it. “Oh, good stuff. It’s really good to be a Marine.”

“You don’t have to be lazy. You look very lazy. If you want to sleep, find a place to sleep.”

“Eh? Is it that good? Uncle, don’t I have to pretend to stand guard?” Moore said expectantly.

Kuro waved his hand and motioned for Moore to leave. Then he lay back and picked up a report and narrowed his eyes.

“Brother Yixiao, he has already moved forward to Dressrosa…”

“A smile?”

Leda, who was eating snacks on the sofa, was stunned. “Fujiko? What is he doing there?”

“Marshal Sakaski sent it.”

Kuro bit his cigar and said, “That Flamingo played a game of abdication and resignation and Headquarters wants to confirm the situation. However, it has nothing to do with me.”