Moore was too wild. He always thought that he was old and experienced enough to play games with others. No one could control him except Mr. Kuro. Even the butler, Crowe, could not give orders to this person whose rank was obviously much lower than his. He had to be friends with him.
Sometimes, if Mr. Kuro's orders are not too important, he may be able to mess them up. The whole thing is unreliable and has its own bad luck.
After visiting so many brothels, no matter if they were paying or not, as long as he had been there, his business would be bleak for at least a month.
"Seven days is not a problem at all!"
Moore glanced at the nearby liveliness and nodded again. He confirmed, "Absolutely no problem. I'm so poor that I don't have any food to eat. I'll stay here for a few days. It would be better if I can be allowed to pack."
"Don't be so embarrassing!" Crowe put his hand on his forehead. "This time it's not about losing my face. You are going to lose Mr. Kuro's face. Mr. Kuro will not forgive you."
"Forget it. Forget it, let's go eat."
Moore shrugged and walked deeper into the street.
"Really… all of you are so worrisome. Fanny, you're here too."
He looked around and happened to see Fanny walking over and saying something.
At this time, Fanny has completely developed the ability to contract her plague and can make normal contact without even wearing gloves.
Epidemic Fruit is a fruit with strong potential, and it is difficult to develop it. With Fanny's talent, it is not wrong to be able to contract the plague now, which in itself is a fruit with a high lower limit. From the moment she got this ability, Fanny's strength is like her figure, it is a big killer.
"By the way, who saw Basil?" Crowe glanced around and didn't find his underling.
"?"
The three women tilted their heads and asked.
Crowe said nothing.
It was a wasted question.
Miss Leda only knows how to eat and follow Kuro. The tritium has a gender ear. Fanny is a mansion girl who doesn't ask about anything. The three of them can't get anything out of her.
If it were me, I would have become a Muggle long ago.
Those who can deal with it will listen to him, but those who can't will not listen to him.
Whoosh!
"What the hell?"
Suddenly, a voice sounded in the sky and a figure descended quickly. Kuro bit his cigar and landed beside Leda.
"Kuro!"
Leda swallowed the thing in her mouth and reached out her oily and snack-stained little hand to grab the corner of his shirt and rubbed against it.
"Dirty, go wash your hands!"
Kuro rolled his eyes, but he didn't slap Lida's hand away. Instead, he looked at Crowe. "Are you done?"
"Yes, the greetings are over. The largest restaurant has already set up the venue. The banquet will start at seven o'clock sharp," said Crowe.
"That's good. Have you invited everyone?" Kuro nodded.
"Yes, we have already invited everyone. The people from Headquarters said that they will arrive on time. As for the others, they have already arrived in advance."
There was no need to talk about these early arrivals. The invitations that Kuro mentioned were naturally heavyweights. The old man's birthday was too sudden. Except for Kizaru's faction who came to the headquarters for a meeting this time, not everyone else has arrived. But the heavyweights are all here, so it's fine.
"Okay, it's almost time to sit down. Where is the gift I asked you to prepare?" Kuro asked.
"Because it's too rushed, it's too late to redo it. We can only say that we picked one of the original accessories," said Crowe.
When the old man celebrated his birthday, he naturally had to give gifts. Money was not important. What was important was the intention. What he had was the gold that he had taken to make accessories. There was still a lot of gold in the sky of Kuro that had not been used to make accessories, but some of it had been made into accessories.
Because it is definitely too late now, he can only choose one of them. Half of those gold ornaments are on Kuro's own treasury, and some are placed on the ship and in the current headquarters.
The task of choosing gifts was naturally placed on Crowe. That was what he did.
"Okay, take a seat."
Kuro nodded and walked into the street.
He was also very familiar with this place. Previously, he was idle in the headquarters and often came here. He also knew where the largest restaurant was.
The number of people in the New World Headquarters is naturally not as many as that in Marin Vando, and the business atmosphere is not as good. After all, Marin Vando has existed as a Headquarters for many years, and this place used to be G-1, which belongs to the fortress, and there is not much traffic here. Only some family members are doing business here. After it becomes a Headquarters, many people are here, and the business naturally exists. But it is not as rich as Marin Vando, so it can only be made do.
There are still a few good places.
Kuro is now going to the tallest building at the back of Headquarters. At the top position, there is a restaurant with a balcony and the layout is similar to the Headquarters' main building, the Sky Guardian Tower.
"Vice Admiral Kim Jong-un."
After Kuro arrived, the restaurant owner, who had been waiting at the door, bowed with a flattering smile. "When I received your order, I have already cleared the place. I guarantee that there are no idle people."
"Okay, don't be so polite, take me up, did you pull the banner?" Kuro bit the cigar and waved his hand.
"It's ready," said the restaurant owner.
Kuro nodded and led the way up.
This high-rise building is mainly prepared for the hundreds of people from Kizaru's faction. After all, it's their leader's birthday, so their faction will definitely take most of it.
After reaching the top, Kuro saw a big golden banner. The above—Kizaru Admiral's Birthday.
It was very simple. There was no need for this show of extravagance.
"Okay, go to the reception. You are not needed here."
Kuro waved his hand and asked the restaurant owner to leave. He first looked around the layout of the restaurant, then walked to the balcony and looked down at the lights from high above.
Below, in addition to the lights and decorations, there were groups of white people moving around. It was lively, making Kuro smile.
Marines are the most powerful force in the sea.
"Oh, it's really lively. Uncle likes crowds the most."
Suddenly, a white light flashed beside him and Moore appeared. He stood beside Kuro and smiled at him. "You like this scene very much?"
"Of course, what's wrong with a lively atmosphere? I hope it can continue to be so lively. This means that Marine's vitality will always be there." Kuro laughed.