Of course, to the old sly fox, Garp, whether Marine Headquarters was busy or not had nothing to do with him.
If there was a lot of work, he would secretly slack off, and if there was little work, he would openly slack off.
Even though he was the Hero of the Marines, he was still just one of the many Vice-Admirals in Marine Headquarters.
Major matters would be handled by the admirals; minor matters didn't require him, and with his status, even if he slacked off, nobody would dare say anything.
But as for this old sly fox, Fleet Admiral Sengoku had long been irritated with him.
Especially since he was diligently working here, yet this guy had the nerve to co into his office, openly cross his legs, and eat snacks, the more Sengoku looked at him, the angrier he got!
"Hey, hey, hey! You bastard, can't you do so actual work!?"
Sengoku slamd the pen in his hand down while glaring at Garp. "And didn't you say you finished all your snacks? Where did you get more? Don't tell you secretly made the logistics to buy them for you! Aren't you afraid I'll arrest you for embezzlent!?"
"What embezzlent? Sengoku, since when did your words start sounding so unpleasant?"
Garp said cheerfully while eating. "These snacks were earned by . They have nothing to do with Marine Headquarters!"
"You earned them yourself?"
Sengoku sneered. "The Sibia Village's winery has already been dismantled, how could you still earn anything? I'm telling you, stay away from those people. I don't want to suddenly see your wanted poster on my desk."
"Relax, relax!"
Garp remained completely unfazed, smiling as if it were natural. "I'm not close to those guys."
"You still dare say that? I haven't forgotten before—"
Hearing Garp's words, Sengoku was so irritated that he laughed in anger, but just as he slamd the table and prepared to rcilessly scold this old fool to make him work seriously…
Knock! Knock! Knock!
A knock sounded at the door.
Sengoku instantly swallowed his anger, sat upright, and with a stern, authoritative tone said: "Co in!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened, and a marine entered carrying a package.
He saluted solemnly to Sengoku and the leg-crossing Garp. "Fleet Admiral Sengoku, Vice-Admiral Garp."
"What is it?"
"There is a package for Vice-Admiral Garp."
Garp: "...?"
Sengoku: "...?"
Both n froze, then exchanged glances. Sengoku frowned at Garp. "A package? Don't tell you bought sothing again? Soone actually mailed you a package?"
Mailing parcels across the sea wasn't cheap!
Unless you were transporting large quantities of goods, sending sothing for one person was practically throwing money away.
"No idea!"
Garp also looked confused. "Could it be from the village?"
"No, it's not from the East Blue."
The marine hesitated for a mont, then finally opened his mouth. "It's a package from West Blue!"
"West Blue?"
The two froze again, then Garp suddenly grinned happily. "Don't tell Ian sent so wine? Bring it here so I can take a look!"
"You!!"
Sengoku glared at him but still waved tiredly at the marine. "Give it to him and return to your post. Also, don't speak of this to anyone."
"Understood, Fleet Admiral Sengoku!"
After the marine left, Sengoku turned his head toward the package placed in front of Garp while frowning more deeply. "What are those guys trying to do? They actually dare send sothing to Marine Headquarters?"
Then he snorted coldly. "Don't forget what I just said. Tell , what's inside? If it's sothing problematic, throw it out imdiately!"
"Yeah, yeah!"
Garp ignored Sengoku's sternness, opened the package curiously, and seeing the contents, grinned happily. "So it is wine! Huh? Why would they also send candy? I don't even eat candy much. And... a letter?"
The mont he saw the letter, the previously cheerful Garp suddenly froze with a dumbfounded expression.
"Who is it from? Soone actually wrote to you?"
Sengoku leaned over with a frown while speaking in a serious tone. "Could it be important intel?"
"Intel? Sent to ?"
Sengoku: "..."
Hearing Garp's matter-of-fact tone, Sengoku fell silent.
Fair point, who would send intel to him? To make him clean up their ss?
If they had intel to deliver, they would send it to him, the Fleet Admiral!
anwhile, Garp opened the letter without a care, glanced at it, and imdiately started smiling again. "Oh! It's from that Zephyr! Really, writing a letter? Couldn't he just call? Let's see, oh! Zephyr has a grandson now!"
"So it's just Zephyr having a grandson? Here I thought you were secretly working with those guys again!"
Hearing this, Sengoku, who had been tense, relaxed and even smiled. But then... He suddenly realized sothing was wrong.
Staring blankly at Garp, he said: "Wait. What did you just say? What's written there?"
"Zephyr has a grandson! What's wrong with that?"
"What's wrong!? Are you joking with !? That man's family is supposed to be gone!"
"Oh yeah!"
"Oh yeah, your head! What does it actually say!?"
"What else? It just says Zephyr has a grandson!"
"You expect to believe that!?"
Sengoku snatched the paper furiously. "I'll read it myself! Let see what nonsense you two are cooking up!"
But the mont he looked at it, he froze.
There was only one line: [I have a grandson! Hahahaha!]
Sengoku: "..."
He went silent, blinked a few tis to make sure he wasn't mistaken, and then his voice exploded again. "That old guy really does have a grandson!?"
"So what if he does? What's the big deal?"
Garp took the candy bag, popped one into his mouth, and, while sucking on it, said cheerfully: "Don't tell you're not allowing him to have a grandson?"
"I'm not, I…"
Sengoku stuttered, then his expression turned serious as he stared at the paper. "No, maybe there's a hidden aning. This could be so sort of code between you!"
Garp: "..."
Is this guy insane?
Garp looked helplessly at Sengoku, who was seriously studying the slip of paper as if it held world-changing secrets.
Garp sighed and ignored him, picking up the bottle of Sibia Green Grape Wine.
Only the packaging seed slightly different, with a symbol resembling an umbrella printed on it.
He glanced at it without much thought and suddenly rembered sothing. His expression softened.
"A grandson, huh?"
How was that kid, Ace, doing now?
Speaking of which, it was almost ti for that kid to set sail...
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