Although it is late at night, the moon is shining high, and the sky is filled with stars, for some people, it is a good time to enjoy fun.
Marineland, as the headquarters of the world's largest military organization, the Navy, naturally has no shortage of electric lighting, which also provides convenience for the island's nightlife.
I saw only men and women wearing uniforms or casual clothes, walking along the streets, converging from all directions to one place.
Seagull Tavern!
This is the only tavern on the island, and it is also the largest multi-level public tavern that can accommodate thousands of people at the same time. Whether they are serving navy personnel or their families, they can drink all kinds of wine and food here.
In fact, more than ten years ago, this pub was not so big, nor was it a duplex, because there were few residents on the island at that time.
According to regulations, as long as the military rank reaches the level of major in the headquarters, you can bring your family members, but not many people were willing to move all the way here before.
But since the family of Admiral Zefa was attacked by pirates and died eight years ago, nearly 80% of the naval officers have chosen to bring their families here.
As a result, the population increased dramatically, and the senior officials allocated funds to expand the tavern.
For this reason, there is also an interesting theory circulating, saying that because there are more people on the island, there are not enough seats in the tavern. Marshal Kong found it difficult to find a seat to have a drink, so he ordered the construction of another floor out of anger.
At this time, in this extremely spacious tavern, bursts of strong drum beats and various piano sounds, accompanied by the infectious female singing, rippled wantonly in every air.
There are no colorful lights here, and there are no smiling women in scantily clad clothes. There are only heart-warming pale yellow lights, but this does not reduce the excitement at all.
On the familiar square wooden tables, there were happy drinkers sitting around them. They no longer cared about the difference in status and military rank. They held large wine glasses filled with golden wine and laughed heartily, arm in arm.
Continuously.
Bartenders from family members quickly shuttled between tables and people, delivering wine and meat to each guest, chatting and laughing with them from time to time.
"cheers!!!"
On the second floor, a group of people put three wooden tables together, picked up slightly heavy beer glasses and clinked them together, then raised their heads and drank, the liquid in the glasses pouring into their throats at an extremely fast speed.
[Bang, bang, bang...]
The wine glasses that had been drained in one gulp were placed heavily back on the table. A smiling Kuzan looked at Dolag sitting opposite and laughed loudly: "Congratulations, you have made a great contribution and have been promoted to lieutenant general!"
"congratulations!"
"Among the three of us, Lieutenant Kuzan, another lieutenant general has appeared!"
"Hahahaha, tell me how you defeated that slave king?!"
Dolag stood up and smiled as he glanced around at his friends. Kuzan, Huo Shaoshan, Flying Squirrel, Gumil... were all graduates of the first three sessions of the training camp.
Although there are students in the training camp every year, in terms of relationship, the first three are the closest, while those after that are strangers and can only be regarded as ordinary colleagues.
Except for those who could not come back from abroad, everyone gathered here to celebrate his promotion to lieutenant general today.
"Teacher, thank you very much for coming to support us. I will toast you this cup alone."
In the end, Dolag's eyes rested on Zefa, the most noble elder. He picked up the beer, filled his cup, and drank it all in one gulp.
"Hahahaha, good drinker!" Seeing this, Zefa laughed happily, not to be outdone, he picked up the wine glass that Kuzan helped fill and drank it.
"Okay, let's drink the beer here. I want to try what the wine from Fishman Island tastes like. You can do whatever you want!"
Today, Kuzan and I were chatting in the office, and then we heard a call from He, telling him that he had another lieutenant general among his students.
After hearing this, Kuzan enthusiastically organized the celebration, and finally dragged him, the teacher, over with him, saying that he had never celebrated before when he was promoted to lieutenant general, so we just happened to have it together this time.
"Tell me, your trip to the South China Sea this time. Just reading the description in the newspaper makes people excited. The slave king is very powerful, right? I heard Major General Ai Wen say that you suffered a lot of injuries?"
Kuzan looked at Dorag who was sitting down and urged. The surrounding flying squirrels, Huo Shaoshan and others also had curious faces.
By the way, the latest issue of the newspaper was sent to all parts of the world just this afternoon. Now everyone knows that Dorag defeated the 'Slave King' and saved hundreds of thousands of innocent people.
This has become the biggest topic in the Seagull Tavern tonight. Look, the sailors at the next table also pricked up their ears and looked over blatantly.
"Well, I'll start from when I received the mission order. The process is a bit long, but I'll try to keep it short." Dorag didn't shirk, but there was no trace of pride on his face. He was still as cheerful as ever.
Steady and calm, this also made Zefa look at him with more admiration.
Zefa's most famous students were Sakaski, Porusalino and Kuzan before, but now there is another Dorag.
To be honest, the favorite among the four is Dolag, because he is the most serious about physical skills, followed by Sakaski, and the person he dislikes the most is Porusalino.
As Dorag spoke, although the music and singing from the first floor continued, the people at Kuzan's table, as well as the navy and family members around them, naturally became quiet, even putting down their beer glasses.
The strength is deliberately relaxed.
Even the well-informed Zefa was listening silently.
Ever since he resigned from the post of admiral and became the principal of the Naval Academy, he no longer pays special attention to outside affairs, and would only take a second look at something as big as the execution of the Pirate King.
When Dolag began to talk about leading fifty generals from his headquarters and using the power of the hurricane fruit to raid Shabak City from the sky through a 'ship', the expressions of the surrounding listeners became excited and expectant.
Kuzan, Flying Squirrel, Huo Shaoshan and others who were closest were listening with great interest, but when they heard that hundreds of black-striped guards appeared who were powerful enough to suppress the lieutenant colonel of the headquarters, they frowned again.
But the most fascinating part begins when the ‘Slave King’ King Taklama makes a strong appearance surrounded by the wind and sand.
The powerful armed Haki, the Haki of knowledge, the superb one-handed stick technique, and the fruit awakening ability that can actually 'catch' Sandstorm as a pet slave.
Each of these can make people feel the power of the Slave King, and Kuzan secretly wondered if he could survive it if it were him.
His frozen fruit ability has not yet been awakened, and his physical skills and domineering skills are not as good as Dorag's. No matter how you look at it, it is a bit uncertain.
Thinking about the title of general above me, I became more or less concerned about it, or felt a sense of tension and urgency.
Among the four natural ability users in the Navy Headquarters, it is obvious that the weakest one is himself.
Although this has a lot to do with age, the strong is strong and the weak is weak. If you really encounter a powerful enemy, it won't care how old you are.
In addition, he will stay on Fish-Man Island for a long time in the future. That place is the "gate" to the "Paradise" and the "New World", and he will definitely encounter the strong men of the "New World" in the future.
"It seems that I have to catch up and improve my strength after I go back. Whether it is for myself or to protect the safety of Fish-Man Island, I must reach the level of a general as soon as possible!"
Kuzan's eyes gradually became firmer as Dorag described it.