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Although he is nominally the president of the Naval Academy, he is the person with the highest status and authority in the whole military academy.

But from the very beginning, Thorin was very clear about his position, that is, he was only a bystander, and he would not be involved in the management of the military school.

There is no other reason, just because Zefa in the plot has managed the military academy well enough, and the role of his existence is only to prevent those laymen in the world's government from making the military academy impure.

It is under this mentality.

At the opening ceremony of the Naval Academy, Sorin just sat on the rostrum without saying a word, watching the group of naval instructors led by Zefa preach the school motto, rules and some words of encouragement as the opening speech.

It was only at the last moment that he stood up and announced the official establishment of the Naval Academy.

There was a burst of cheers and boiling.

Thorin twisted the oxygen mask around his neck a little unaccustomedly, but in the face of the dense crowd of reporters from all over the world and the almost uninterrupted flashing lights, Thorin still forcibly resisted the urge to take off the oxygen mask.

There's no way, it's just in private, but in public, Thorin still has to maintain his basic personality as a Draconian.

And Thorin found that sometimes the bad impression that the Draco people bring to people is not all bad, because there is a notoriety of the Draco people, so people will not have any moral expectations of the Draco people, so Thorin only needs to show a little mercy to gain people's great favor and gratitude.

On the other hand, even if Thorin did something bad, people would be incomprehensibly tolerant of Thorin, because he was a Draconian, and it was natural for him to be born with privilege.

"If nothing happens, I'll go back. "

I glanced at the opening ceremony that had come to an end.

Thorin said to Zefa beside him, and was about to slip away.

"You guy.." Zefa shook his head: "At least we should formulate a teaching policy for us teachers, right?"

"I'll leave this kind of thing to you, don't you understand what kind of ingredients I'm the headmaster?" Thorin glanced at Zefa: "And if there is nothing important, don't bother me." "

After speaking.

Thorin ignored Zefa's helpless expression, led a group of followers, and left the table directly.

And that was at the moment when Thorin left.

Reporters from all walks of life, who had lost the deterrence of the 'Celestial Dragons', immediately swarmed up like ants and surrounded Zefa.

"May I ask what it means that Sorinsheng is the principal of the Naval Academy, the navy or the world government?"

"General Zefa, what is the relationship between you and Thorin Sheng, it seems that you are very familiar with each other..."

"I heard that the Saint of Thorin is also your disciple..."

“..."

Although it is the inauguration ceremony of the Naval Academy.

But these reporters are obviously more interested in a world aristocrat who appears in the outside world!

Fortunately, a group of military academy instructors, including Zefa, had been prepared for this.

Zefa's face sank even more, and he scolded: "You dare to explore Lin Sheng's privacy? Do you know that what Suo Lin Sheng is most disgusted by is being known by ordinary people?!".

"I warn you not to report any news about Thorin Saint, otherwise you can estimate the consequences!"

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At the same time.

New World...

"Discouraged~, Dover, don't be discouraged. "

Runny nose.

The man with a hunched back and a sloppy image cautiously comforted the blonde boy with an indifferent face in front of him: "Although there is no way to return to Mary Joa, you still have us, we can be your new family, Dover~~..".

"Torrebol.." Stunned, he looked at Torrebol, who had been convinced of his qualifications as a king since he saw him.

Doflamingo, who had killed his parents with his own hands and was still turned away from the Holy Land, was already in deep darkness, and a warm current suddenly rose from his heart.

Just as Doflamingo was about to say something.

"When will even the untouchables become family members with the Tianlong people?" A voice of arrogance and contempt mixed with natural contempt from above.

Suddenly interrupted the warmth of the Don Quixote family.

The next second.

Under the shocked gaze of Torrebol, Virgo, Seigno, and many other Flamenco family cadres.

A swaggering figure dressed in a quilt suit, wearing an oxygen mask on his head, swaggered in the door, surrounded by countless guards and CPs in dark suits.

I saw him look around at the people in the room.

A pair of eyes unabashedly showed disgust at the same time, looking straight at Doflamingo in the crowd, and behind Doflamingo, Roconciandi with a shocked face...

He frowned and said: "Although you are no longer Tianlong people, but as our former kindred, you have degraded to the point of living in the same room with a group of untouched people, and what kind of game do you play, the little ghost of the Don Quixote family, in just a few years, have you fallen to this extent?"

"God.. Dracon?!".

"Thank you, Saint Thorin, otherwise I wouldn't have come to such a lowly place for the sake of you two. He snorted in a nasal voice.

The Draco, or rather Rozwald, waved his hand, and one of the CPs immediately stepped forward and handed a delicately shaped phone bug into Doflamingo's hands.

"Three times, you have three chances to ask me for help. Rozwald said arrogantly: "No matter what the difficulty is, as long as you dial this phone bug, I can solve it for you." But you must know that your most precious opportunity does not come from me, but from the noble person who has made me here..."

"Strive to show your worth, lest I speak of you without even a word of praise when I mention you to the Saint of Thorin. "