Comil Calls for Reinforcements!

'Inn Street Special Groups Agreement'

Party A:

Party B: Sakuragi Onsen

After friendly consultation between Party A and Party B, the following cooperation agreement has been reached:

Article 1: Party A voluntarily agrees to pay ten times the deposit and accepts the payment method of refunding any overpayment or making up any underpayment.

Article 2. Party A promises not to cause trouble in the store. The scope of causing trouble is as specified in parentheses.

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Article 3. Party A promises not to violate or resist naval control within the scope of No. 70, 71, 72, 73, 74, 75, 76, 77, 78, and 79.

On the fourth day, if Party A acknowledges that it has violated the commitments in Articles 2 and 3, Party B will withhold all deposits.

The following is the detailed content of the regulations; please read it carefully.

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Norman didn't even bother to look at the regulations, because the few points already listed were enough to leave him speechless.

Isn't this just making a thief who's already wanted for theft sign an agreement not to steal from the store?

This is utterly pointless!

"I see, you guys are after my deposit, aren't you?" Norman slammed the agreement on the counter and sneered.

In his view, this was just a way for the hot spring to rip them off.

Once he signs this agreement, he'll definitely encounter some trouble after going inside, which will tempt them to cause trouble. If they take advantage of the fact that these thirty-odd people are drunk and find someone to provoke them, the chances of them not causing a scene are very low.

"No, we genuinely hope that everyone will refrain from causing trouble during your stay."

"This is for your own good."

The shopkeeper looked at Norman with a sincere expression, "We guarantee that you won't encounter any trouble in the shop!"

"Snort."

Norman didn't believe it and shouted, "Give us fifty million, and we'll go stay somewhere else!"

"I checked before I came. There are all kinds of hotels and inns here, and yours isn't the only hot spring resort!"

"Don't worry, you'll be required to sign this agreement at every store you go to."

Norman raised an eyebrow, still unconvinced. He turned to the men behind him and ordered, "Number 36, Number 37, Number 38, each of you go and check out three stores!"

"Yes!"

The shopkeeper calmly watched the three soldiers walk out quickly, and then calmly watched them return.

"Admiral, indeed every store needs to sign." The three soldiers exchanged glances, and finally Number Thirty-Six reported.

This immediately displeased Norman. What was going on with the Sabaody Archipelago? Wasn't this just a way to get rid of guests?

Who shows such offensive things to guests as soon as they walk in?

In the end, he could only grit his teeth and sign the agreement, then added, "We don't want the alcohol!"

Despite his rough appearance, Norman is quite shrewd, and he genuinely doesn't want to cause trouble here; a peaceful entry into the New World is the most important thing.

It wasn't that he was afraid of the navy, it was just unnecessary.

"Okay." The shopkeeper nodded.

Meanwhile, the pirates who went to the shipyard to order coating also encountered the same problem: if they wanted to pay for ship repairs, they had to sign a similar agreement for coating!

If you can refuse accommodation and go back to your own boat to rest, then this coating is essential.

Anyway, if you want to go to the New World, you have to get coated.

The pirates here had no choice but to reluctantly sign their names, but some hot-tempered or self-assured pirate crews refused. They had fought their way here, and they wouldn't let a small, run-down island bully them.

They hacked down the store's security guards and prepared to rob the coating technician.

Or some clever people might target ships that have already been coated and are waiting for their owners to come and take them in.

The shipyard was thrown into chaos!

Shouts, curses, screams, and cries of alarm filled the air.

"So things really did escalate into a commotion," Vidal sighed softly after listening to the report from the civilian Major in front of him, who was engrossed in processing documents.

I knew that pirates were a difficult group to control.

Since Antoine Vice Admiral chose to compromise, he has taken over some of the affairs of the Sabaody Archipelago and the Marine Base, so he spends half a day in his office.

But he did enjoy it immensely because he felt that these were concrete manifestations of power.

Those like Vice Admiral Garp who don't get involved can only be considered to have high positions but little power.

Vidal sought not only strength and high position, but also power, just as he declared on Z Island: he wanted to be Fleet Admiral, not just an Admiral!

So aren't these matters simply part of the path to Fleet Admiral?

Who are the captains stationed at the shipyard today?

"Reporting, Adjutant, it's Colonel Comil, Captain Rabani, and Lieutenant Weini!"

"Really? Then I shouldn't need to lift a finger." Vidal was very confident in his classmate, who was, after all, a future Vice Admiral.

"And this is Lieutenant Isoka's application for a civilian position." The Major placed a form on the table.

"Isoka?"

Vidal was taken aback because he couldn't immediately recall who this was. There were simply too many junior officers at this Marine Base. Since those demoted sailors were reinstated, the number of junior officers had reached nearly a hundred, since junior officers were the officers who directly led the marines.

"Oh, it's her, the only female lieutenant in the entire base!"

Although Isoka was the Lieutenant who came with him initially, his presence afterward was extremely minimal.

Putting aside the fact that she's not very capable, her personality also seems to be the quiet type.

Vidal took a look at the application report; it mainly stated the reasons for changing jobs.

He felt he lacked combat talent, preferred reading and writing, and insisted on not being separated from Rabani and the others.

He looked at it twice and found that there seemed to be no reason to refuse, so he casually signed his name on the application form.

"Let her be my secretary. I'm tired of looking at your masculine face anyway."

The Major's face stiffened instantly, but he could only smile wryly and leave silently. Indeed, if given a choice, the job of a secretary is more pleasing to the eye for a woman.

He's a man too, of course he understands this principle.

[Poluporu, Polluporu]

As soon as the Den Den Mushi rang, Vidal, head down, habitually put down his pen and held the receiver to his ear. "Hello?"

"Um?"

But he found that no sound came out, and the Den Den Mushi's chirping sound was still going on.

[Poluporu, Polluporu]

"So that's what it is." Vidal realized the voice was coming from his coat pocket and had no choice but to put the microphone back.

"Hello?"

"Master, it is I, Woonan." This voice immediately made him perk up. "What is it?"

"We think we've found the 'island' you asked me to find."

"Really? That's wonderful!" Vidal was surprised to hear such exciting news.

"But... but we're stuck here." The Den Den Mushi's face was grim.

"Tell me the exact location right away, I'll be there in a few days. You guys hold out for a while!"

"Good."

Just as the person in Woonan had finished explaining the location of the sea area and before the call was even over, the naval-style Den Den Mushi on the table rang!

"That's settled then. Take care of yourselves."

[Slap.]

Vidal hung up the phone and immediately picked up another Den Den Mushi, but before he could even say hello, an anxious voice came from the other end of the line.

"Lieutenant! Major Comil is wounded! Request immediate reinforcements to Grove 53!"

At the same time, Vidal heard a lot of chaotic gunfire and the metallic clanging of weapons clashing.

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