I'm Selling Exercises in Pirates

sit."

Carl motioned Sengoku to sit down and explained:

"The bookstore's rules are that only one person is accepted at a time. Considering that Garp is a regular customer, he first asked to buy a book, so please wait for a while."

Garp smiled and nodded: "No problem, no problem, it's the same who comes first, we won't care."

"emm...Garp."

Sengoku tugged at the corner of Garp's shirt.

"What's wrong?"

"I only applied for five billion baileys this time, so..."

Sengoku was hesitant to speak.

"Ah? Why did you only apply for 5 billion? I don't care, this time I will buy it first, and then you will apply for 5 billion."

Garp turned his face away, sulking.

"Garp! Don't forget that the five billion you borrowed last time have not been repaid. Do you think World Government is opened by my family, and I want as much as I want? It's also difficult for me to do it."

Sengoku said angrily.

"You're just embarrassed to talk to the World government, Celestial Dragons collect so much gold every year, will they have no money?"

"The money they have is also the money of the World government. The military spending of the Marine government is not enough for us to squander it like this."

Watching the two old men tear up their mouths, Carl lazily ignored them.

With a slight movement of his fingers, the teapot and teacup floated out of the room and landed on the edge of the chessboard.

"Hawkeye, there are tea trees over there, go pick some and make tea."

"Mr. Carl, do you mean to let me make tea for both of them?"

Hawkeye glanced at the two old men who were still tearing up, and his brows twitched slightly, showing a reluctance.

"The visitors are guests, not to mention that they are here to buy books. You can do it if you want. You can buy a copy too, or please come back. Don't disturb my business."

Carl's tone was flat.

At this moment, the eagle eye sees Carl's appearance is more and more like those who open a shop and do business, and he is not at all unfathomable as he was before.

"Perhaps this is Mr. Carl's high state."

Hawkeye remembered the realm of heaven and man mentioned by Mr. Carl.

The point is to return to the basics, everything returns to the essence, seemingly ordinary, but in fact extraordinary.

"Okay, Mr. Carl, I'll go take a dip."

For whatever reason, Hawkeye got up and went to pick the tea leaves.

After a while, although Hawkeye couldn't brew tea, and his technique was blunt and clumsy, he was able to brew it in the end.

The next tea was served by Carl himself. Hawkeye sat at the table with a serious expression:

"Lord Garp, Lord Sengoku, Mr. Carl poured the tea himself."

The meaning expressed in the tone is very obvious. If you two don't know how to respect, then I can only teach you basic etiquette.

"Fire hurts the liver, anger hurts."

Carl lifted the teapot, his face calm.

Carl, who is an oriental, is all too familiar with tea culture.

Among the three, Sengoku understood a little bit. Carl used the portable water bottle to go up and down continuously from low to high.

The action is like a phoenix nodding, vivid and graceful.

"Sir is really good, where must you learn it?"

What Sengoku didn't expect was that the way of making tea from an expert like Carl was so smooth, it made people feel as comfortable and comfortable as being in the deep mountains.

The anger in my heart also dissipated a lot.

Garp is also the same, just now the sulking has disappeared a lot, and it doesn't feel that important.

Hawkeye's gaze towards Carl became even hotter. He didn't expect that, just by making tea, Mr. Carl would be able to make a doorway.

Just now, the picture that looked like a phoenix nodding, the flowing technique, faintly exuded an air of pure heart and desire, and the reputation of being number one in the world doesn't seem to be that important anymore.

"Mr. Carl is Mr. Carl!"

Hawkeye sighed in admiration in his heart.

"Who else can come to my remote location, it's nothing more than idle time, bubble tea, and fishing."

Carl's tone was flat and motioned for the three of them to drink tea.

The three of them were like three students from the academy, they picked up their teacups and sipped it, but Garp didn't know how to taste the tea, so he drank it in one gulp.

Sengoku took a sip, savored it carefully, seemed to realize something in his heart, and said calmly:

"Sure enough, it's good tea, and it can calm down, but I still have some things I want to ask first."

"But it doesn't matter."

Sengoku recalled the years when he was a Marine. Although he wanted to implement the justice in his mind, he found that the world was so big, but he was so small.

No amount of hard work is a drop in the bucket, and nothing changes at all.

People's lives have not been changed, they are still living in dire straits, but the pirates have become more rampant because of Roger's words.

The World government doesn't care about it, as long as it doesn't threaten their regime.

"Since I became a marshal, I have tried a lot, but it seems to be of no use. I would like to ask what justice is and how to achieve justice?"

This is something Sengoku has been thinking about, and one that he has been unable to solve.

In the original, Sengoku has his own justice and a lot of ambitions to fulfill, otherwise he wouldn't have awakened Conqueror's Haki.

But as Marine, he had to do what the World government wanted.

So in the end, Sengoku didn't make too much conspicuous achievements.

"What is worth doing is what is worth doing right. Justice is in your heart, and it is also in people's hearts, or there is no justice in the world at all. The key is how you look at it."

With that said, Carl continued to drink tea.

"I still don't quite understand it."

Sengoku frowned, seeming to understand.

"In that case, please come with me."

Carl got up and walked towards the library.