Robust Mage in One Piece

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Tullius, the court minister, walks in the backyard of Cicero's palace with his hands behind his back.

Tullius could not have been more satisfied with Marcus, the present king of Cicero.

First of all, he knows people well and knows that talents like himself should be reused.

Secondly, he dared to delegate power. Since he became the king, Marcus spent nine days and twenty-four hours in the harem out of ten days, delegating all the power to himself... well, not all to himself , but also accounted for a large part.

In the end, he is approachable, and often disregards his noble status, caring and condolences for some girls who have lost their way, women who are deeply boudoir, and so on. He never thinks that these things will lower his status!

For such a king who knows people well, dares to delegate power and is approachable, what more can you ask for?

The only fly in the ointment is that if His Majesty the King's vision of luxury goods is not so good, then it will be even easier for him who is in charge of purchasing!

As soon as he walked to the door of the bedroom, Tullius heard the resonant voice of His Majesty the King.

"Hold the instrument well, practice hard, one minute in bed, ten years off the bed, understand?"

"But Your Majesty..." A female voice seemed to be coquettish, "I have been practicing for more than an hour, and my mouth is sore..."

Tullius had a solemn face, as if he didn't hear anything, stood respectfully at the door of the bedroom, and gestured to a coolly dressed court lady at the door of the bedroom. The maid covered her mouth and snickered, then opened the door and walked in.

Half an hour later, the young King Marcus came out of the bedroom wearing a loose robe lazily.

"Sorry, Tullius." King Marcus said in an insincere tone, "I kept you waiting!"

"As a subject, it is only natural to wait for Your Majesty." Tullius first answered with a very serious attitude, and then asked respectfully, "Is there any important matter for your Majesty to summon you?"

"I summoned you?" King Marcus first looked puzzled, then he tilted his head and thought for a while, and then yawned lazily, before he seemed to remember, "Oh, yes, I summoned you you……"

"Your Majesty, if you have anything to do, please just tell me!"

"Tulius, I heard that the wine we had at the pier was burned?" After taking two steps, King Marcus seemed a little tired, and waved to the side, and then two strong maids Walking over, one was lying on the ground, and the other leaned behind her, forming a lively and fragrant chair.

King Marcus leaned directly on this living chair, and moved his body to make himself more comfortable.

"I've also heard about this matter," Tullius continued, after considering his tone, "It should be those outsiders from Capone's gang who did it..."

"I don't care who did it..." King Marcus waved his hand, "I don't care how you plan to compensate for the loss, as long as you don't bother me!"

"Then..." Tullius asked tentatively.

"Do you know, Tullius," said King Marcus with an impatient look on his young face, "that just an hour ago, first the Chancellor of the Exchequer, then the Secretary of Defense, the Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs, the Lord Chancellor, and the Chancellor ...They all came to annoy me one by one."

"Let them disturb your rest, this is my negligence..." Tullius quickly replied.

"Of course it was your negligence!" King Marcus said without hesitation, "Do you know what they asked me for?"

"Please show me..."

"Although what they said was very polite, what they meant was that although I am the king of Cicero, I can't rob them just because I have suffered losses."

King Marcus stood up and kicked Tullius to the ground.

"My face turned red when I heard this, do you know? Tullius, I have become the first king to rob his subjects since the founding of Cicero, the first..."

"The subject is terrified..." Tullius knelt down on the ground!

"I appointed you as my court minister just to let you help me rob my own ministers?" King Marcus kicked Tullius again, "Do I need to rob them? If necessary Their money, wouldn't I steal their homes?"

"Yes, this subject is incompetent!" Tullius said in a fearful tone while trying to protect his face, "but this subject did not rob other ministers..."

"You haven't..." King Marcus then kicked Tullius twice, "The Moran Gang stole all the wine hidden in the crotches of these ministers, and you actually told me that you didn't snatch it! "

"The Moran Gang? Wine?" Tullius was stunned for a moment, and immediately began to cry out for grievances, "Your Majesty, this matter really has nothing to do with this subject!"

"Aren't you in charge of the Moran gang? How dare you say it has nothing to do with you!"

"Your Majesty," Tullius quickly explained, "Aubani Moran died two days ago, and his brother..."

"Don't tell me that," Marcus waved his hand impatiently, "It's just a gang leader, if he dies, he will die. Could it be that if a gang leader dies, you can't control them?"

"The subject is incompetent..."

"You are indeed incompetent." After a while of punching and kicking, King Marcus seemed a little tired, and he said to himself again.

He sat down on his living chair, still panting, "If I didn't really have time, I would have done this myself!"

"I am ashamed..."

"I don't care if you really can't control Moran's gang anymore, or if you have other plans..." After venting, King Marcus, who gradually regained his mood, stood up again, "In short, the matter of robbing other ministers , you have to give them an explanation, as the king of Cicero, I don't want to bear the reputation of robbing my subjects..."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

"Also, regardless of whether you instigated this matter or not, the Moran gang must pay the price..." King Marcus turned and walked towards his bedroom, "No matter what the reason, the dog that bites people indiscriminately must die !"

"Understood, Your Majesty!"

"This is the last time, Tullius, if something like this disturbs me again, you know the consequences!"

After King Marcus left his last words, he disappeared at the door of his bedroom.

"The Moran Gang..."

Tullius stood up from the ground with a cloudy expression, and finally snorted coldly, then turned and walked towards the gate of the palace.

"Bart!"

Tullius, who walked out of the palace, said to the butler Bart who was waiting for him at the gate of the palace, "Go to the Moran Gang and tell Madman George that I want to see him within an hour!"

"My lord, you also know," Bart said with a troubled expression on his face, "George has rejected your summons several times, and I have also been beaten by him several times because I strongly demanded that he come to see you...Of course, my lord, I'm not afraid of him hitting me, I just think it will damage your prestige, my lord!"

"This time is different..." Tullius patted the shoe prints kicked out by the king with his hands, "You tell George, I don't care what his reasons are, he must give me an hour to appear in front of me !"

"And if he wants it or refuses?"

"You don't have to rush him this time," Tullius snorted coldly, "If he refuses, just come back and tell me!"

"Yes, my lord!" Butler Bart replied respectfully.

"You go..." After Tullius ordered Bart, the carriage drove straight towards his own mansion.

Bart straightened up and walked towards the street where the Moran gang was located. He also bought some snacks such as dried fruit and carried them in his hand. When he arrived at the door of the Moran gang, the gatekeeper greeted him with a smile.

"Master Bart, are you here to see Lord George?"

"No!" Bart waved his hand, "I'm here to find Werther the Strange Gun, is he there?"

"Master Witte just came back, do you need us to inform you?"

"No need, I know Werther very well..." After Bart waved his hand, he strode in, "I can just find him myself."

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