The next day.

Luther stretched lazily, followed by Gion who looked as usual.

Both of them are very careful about their sense of proportion, and they only play around when no one is around.

When there are people around, Gion will never do anything that damages Luther’s image.

The Navy Elite Training Camp is located behind the Navy Headquarters. After bypassing the Navy Building and marching for about 2 kilometers, the two Luthers came to a school field.

The atmosphere in the school grounds was lively. The running sailors' weight-bearing vests were soaked with sweat, and they shouted loud slogans. They were sweating tirelessly. They are the future of the navy and the people who will exercise justice in the future.

Luther looked at the lively scene in front of him, his eyes moved slightly, and he saw full of vitality from these sailors.

With this perseverance, these people will not be bad in the future.

In the future, these people will be the cornerstone of maintaining his rule and that of the world government.

He was not too public, so that the sailors did not pay attention to his arrival.

Before coming, he learned about the navy's elite training camp from Gion.

After a short period of training once a year in previous years, Zefa summed up a lot of training experience, and the Navy Elite Training Camp gradually became more formalized.

Now, the Navy Elite Training Camp conducts a general selection every five years, selecting elite navy from all branches of the Four Seas and the Great Line, and selecting thousands of people at a time.

After five years of training and continuous elimination, the remaining people will be the Navy's future general-level candidates.

Even those who are eliminated midway will be mobilized based on their performance. As long as there are no problems, they will be reused.

The marines who are training in the field are the next generation of Gion and the others.

Luther glanced for a moment, then withdrew his gaze.

He didn't find anyone familiar. It can only be said that it's a pity that there doesn't seem to be that kind of monster-level talent in this class.

Looking past the group of sailors in training, Luther quickly found the target he was looking for.

In the center of the school grounds, a sturdy middle-aged man with purple hair stood upright, his sharp eyes constantly scanning the actions of the sailors.

When Luther's eyes met the other party's, the other party just looked at each other coldly and then moved away calmly.

He looked like he was meeting a stranger, as if he didn't know Luther's identity at all.

Luther raised his eyebrows when he saw this and murmured to himself, "It's so interesting. Are you disliked when we first met..."

The middle-aged man standing in the center is Zefa, a former navy general and the person in charge of the elite training camp.

It is no exaggeration to say that all the new generation of the Navy are his students.

"Your Highness, Teacher Zefa should be doing it because of me."

Gion apologized in a low voice. She believed that it was her betrayal of the navy that caused Zefa to have a bad impression of Luther.

"It has nothing to do with you."

Luther shook his head and said with a smile:

"Even if you didn't join CP0, Chief Instructor Zefa wouldn't have a good look on me."

Just like what Gion said before, Zefa seems to dislike the bureaucrats of the world government.

"That's true!"

Buzz!

Zefa, who was still a hundred meters away just now, suddenly came to Luther and the other two.

Zefa frowned first, looked at Gion's outfit and said:

"Why betray your own justice? Gion!"

He came so fast that Gion didn't react until he finished his sentence.

Gion's beautiful eyes were slightly focused, and she pressed her hand on the handle of Jinpira's sword, her eyes not giving way at all:

"Teacher Zefa, I have never thought about betraying my own justice. I think I am doing the right thing."

Holding a knife against her teacher was something she had never imagined before.

But when Zefa appeared next to Luther, she subconsciously held the knife and would swing it whenever Zefa made any move.

Zefa knew Gion very well, and when he saw her behavior, his eyes were filled with surprise.

"I'm a little curious, what did you promise to Gion?"

Zefa glanced at Luther and did not pay attention to his identity at all.

Now that he has even resigned from the position of general, he is even more alone and has no worries. On the contrary, there are not so many things worth caring about.

When he was still a general, he often saw the evil deeds of Tianlong people.

If the pirates weren't even more hateful and even his family was implicated, he would have been unable to bear it any longer.

"I just asked Gion to follow me and take a good look at the world. There is nothing wrong with that."

The corners of Luther's mouth were slightly raised, and a domineering aura unconsciously exuded.

Zefa put a lot of pressure on him. Even if the opponent had no intention of taking action, the general-level pressure was still real.

Although he has retired from the position of general, it does not mean that Zefa's strength has declined. He is still at his peak.

"Overlord color... You Tianlong people are different from others."

Zefa grinned, he roughly understood why Gion chose Luther.

The owner of the overlord color will have a kingly charm and can't help but attract others.

It is not impossible for a little girl in Gion to be confused by Luther, the owner of this power.

But Zefa doesn't want to worry about it. With Luther's background and potential, it's a good destination, at least better than staying in the navy.

"Thank you for the compliment. The power of a strong man like Chief Instructor Zefa is what I yearn for even more."

Luther smiled slightly and then said:

"Chief Instructor Zefa, I brought you a gift this time!"

As he spoke, he threw a phone bug at Zefa.

Subconsciously taking the video call, Zefa frowned:

"What is this?"

"There are some things recorded in it that may be of interest to you. You can take a look at it later when no one is around." Luther smiled.

He didn't think this phone call could change Zefa's stance, but it was enough to make him change his attitude.

Although there are some things that you don’t say with your mouth, you still have expectations in your heart.

If you don't kill the general Zefa, do you really have no killing intention towards your enemy who killed his wife and children?

If you really don't have one, why bother resigning as a general...

"I hope it's not something bad."

Zefa finally accepted it, and he vaguely guessed what was inside.

"Be careful later! As for what you want me to do to help you become stronger, we'll talk about it later."

Hearing Zefa's somewhat strange tone, Luther felt something was wrong and frowned slightly:

"Chief Instructor Zefa, is there something wrong?"

Whether Zefa helps him train or not is secondary. That was an excuse for him to come to Zefa.

Now listening to what the other party means, it seems that someone is going to target him.

"I can see that you are missing something right now. There is an old guy who wants to cause trouble for you. For the sake of this thing, I will give you a suggestion: deal with it head-on instead of escaping. Okay, here he is.

, looking forward to our next meeting."

In the middle of speaking, Zefa raised his head and looked in the direction of the Navy Building, then turned back and walked out, shouting for the students to follow him to the beach for training.

The elite training camp students were in the navy before coming and received professional training.

In just 30 seconds, the students had gathered and quickly left the school grounds, leaving only an empty training ground.

"The old guy is causing trouble for me..."

Luther frowned, thinking about the meaning of this sentence.

At the Navy Headquarters, there don't seem to be many old guys who would attack him.

Combined with what he did in O'Hara, there is only that one person...

Thinking of this, Luther's expression changed slightly.
Chapter completed!