Robust Mage in One Piece

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"Lord George..."

Strange Gun Werther stuck out his tongue and strode into George's room, "I'm very sorry, I have another bad news..."

"Tell me," George laughed, "let me hear the bad news."

"Just now, one of our brothers saw a short man in a vertically striped suit, smoking a cigar, and wearing a top hat enter Tullius' mansion."

"A suit with vertical stripes?"

"That's right!"

"With a cigar?"

"Yes!"

"Wearing a top hat?"

"uh-huh!"

"That son of a bitch, Capembecki?"

"Completely correct!"

"He went to Tullius' mansion..." George's face suddenly became gloomy, "Tulius, what does he want to do?"

"Obviously..." Strange Gun Werther shrugged his shoulders, twitching his tongue in his mouth, "Because Sir George refused to go to Tullius' mansion to show your loyalty, Tullius is angry!"

"My brother had just died at the time, how could I have time..." George slammed his fist on the table, "I didn't ask to see him, but he refused!"

"You'll offend him by refusing just once," Werther's tongue sucked. "My lord, you know that nobles always have a better face!"

"So," George stood up straight, "is Tullius planning to replace me with that son of a bitch, Cappenbecky?"

"Of course!" Werther replied as a matter of course, "Is there a second explanation for this kind of thing?"

"Damn Tullius..." George had a hideous look on his face, "and damn Capembecki!"

"Oh, that's right..." Strange Gun Witt continued, "Our brother secretly followed Kapenbeki for a while, because he didn't dare to get too close, so he only heard a few words vaguely, as if It's eight o'clock tomorrow morning, Warehouse No. 41 in the Docklands and so on!"

"Warehouse No. 41..."

"It seems to be the spare warehouse of the Bootlegger Destruction Section," Seeing that George couldn't remember what Warehouse No. 41 was for, Strange Gun Werther kindly reminded him.

"The spare warehouse of the bootlegging department..." George gritted his teeth, "That is to say, we won't even have any goods in the future?"

"At least it can't be the same as before..." Werther added.

"No, I will never allow this to happen!" An angry George directly overturned the table in front of him, "Cicero's bootleg wine market was the brainchild of my brother Albany, and I will never allow anyone To replace us, absolutely not!"

"Tulius certainly doesn't think so..."

"So what about Tullius?" George kicked out suddenly, kicking the overturned table in half, "It's not that Cicero's court minister is immortal, how did he take office in the first place?" of……"

"I must remind you that if you do this, you will be declaring war on the whole of Cicero," Werther said calmly, "I am afraid that King Marcus will directly dispatch troops..."

"So what if we dispatch the army?" George waved his hand, "At worst, I'll go to sea and become a pirate..."

"But how many of the brothers of the Moran gang will follow you and leave their wives and children to become pirates?" Strange Gun Werther sneered, "Master George, what you should do now is to seriously think about how to solve the problem in front of you." This matter, instead of complaining and thinking about it..."

"You're right, Werther!" George straightened up, looking left and right with two wolf-like eyes. "Then how do we solve the situation in front of us?"

"There is absolutely nothing we can do to change Tullius' view of you, Mr. George..." Werther's tongue flicked around in the air nimbly.

"But we can solve the person Tullius wants to use to replace you, Lord George!"

Early the next morning, a gorgeously decorated carriage ran out of Tullius' mansion, and ran briskly along the road in Cicero Town towards the pier.

"Tulius' carriage has left the gate of the mansion..."

'Tulius' carriage has reached the crossroads...'

'Tulius' carriage has turned onto the road to the docks...'

'...'

At the entrance of Tullius' mansion and on both sides of the road leading to the pier, members of the Moran Gang disguised themselves as various small merchants and pedestrians, and promptly and quickly reported the whereabouts of the carriage to Strange Gun Werther and George. hands.

"Master George, Tullius is about to arrive at the pier now, and he doesn't bring many people..." Strange Gun Witt handed the information he had read to George next to him, "I have also arranged for the pier The brothers are watching, I can guarantee that from last night to today, not a single son of the Capone gang has appeared on the pier!"

"They did exactly what you said, Werther!"

George looked at the information in his hand and nodded, "Tulius and Kapenbeki didn't bring many people. It seems that these two guys thought their actions were very secretive and we didn't find them!"

"Their actions are indeed very secretive..." Strange Gun Witt replied solemnly, "If a brother of ours hadn't happened to pass by yesterday, I'm afraid we wouldn't have discovered it."

"This shows that the goddess of fate did not

Be on their side..."

George stood up abruptly, and grinned grimly, "Then we will act according to the plan this time. Since the bastard Kapenbeki has shown up, don't let him go back."

"Yes, Master George!" The strange gun Werther pulled out his revolver and agreed.

Tullius' carriage galloped all the way, and at eight o'clock in the morning, it ran near the No. 41 warehouse in the dock area. After the carriage came to a complete stop, Tullius, who seemed very impatient, covered his face with a handkerchief and got out of the carriage.

Then, the door of the nearby warehouse opened, and Capone Becky in a black-striped suit came out with Gotti, a killer with a Mediterranean hairstyle, and two or three members of the Capone Gang.

"Master Tullius," Kapenbecki took off his hat and saluted, "We have come as promised..."

"This time, I want you to see where the bootleg alcohol that needs to be destroyed is kept..." Tullius seemed to dislike the air at the pier, covering his nose with a handkerchief, waved his hand impatiently, and said in a dull voice. He replied, "Come with me!"

"Hey ha ha ha ha..."

George Moran, carrying the strange gun Werther, led a large group of members of the Moran Gang, appearing in front of them like magic soldiers descending from heaven.

"Finally blocked you, Kapenbeki..." George stared at Kapenbeki with fierce eyes, "You can't go anywhere, this is where your bones are buried!"

"And you, Gotti the Killer..." George's eyes fell on Gotti, with a ferocious smile on his face, "I've been looking for you for a long time, and now you've finally fallen into my palm!"

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