Everyone pricked up their ears. Leo pondered for a moment, then nodded lightly. "I won't hide it from you. Basically, you'll all be assigned separate posts. If you want to gather together like this again in the future, I'm afraid it'll be difficult."
Leo's words made all the Division Captains of the Whitebeard Pirates rise to their feet at once. Every one of them glared at Leo viciously, as if they wanted to devour him alive.
Leo's expression did not change in the slightest. Even Zoya, nestled in Hancock's arms, showed no panic when facing this group of murderous-looking uncles. She merely watched them curiously, wondering why they had suddenly become so agitated.
The uncles glared furiously at Leo, but Leo, Hancock, and Ace showed no change in expression. They knew these pirates had no way to refuse them.
"May I ask why?" Marco was the only one who remained seated. Curiosity showed on his face as he calmly raised his wineglass and asked.
"Once you join the Revolutionary Army system, you'll naturally have to work. The days when you could gather for drinking parties whenever you pleased are over. Even those of you assigned to the same post will need to take turns on duty. Besides, most of you will probably be assigned to different positions, so it'll be even harder for your holidays to line up. You should take every chance you can to get together while you still can."
Only then did the pirates suddenly understand.
When they had been pirates, what did they know about working? They raided whenever they felt like it, held banquets when the time came, or simply ate and drank to their hearts' content. Production, labor, work—none of those concepts had ever existed for them.
As for holidays, they had even less