Robust Mage in One Piece

Court Minister Turius walked in the backyard of Cicero's palace with his hands behind his back.

For the current King Marcus of Cicero, Turius is satisfied and can no longer be satisfied.

First of all, he knows people's responsibilities and that talents like himself should be reused.

Secondly, he dared to delegate power. Since he became king, Marcus spent nine days and twenty-four hours in the harem in ten days, delegating all the power to himself... well, not all himself. , But he also accounts for a large part.

Finally, he is approachable, often disregarding his noble status, lovingly cares and condolences to some girls who have missed their feet, deep wives, and so on. He never feels that these things will reduce his status!

For such a king who knows people and has a good job, dares to delegate power and is approachable, what more can you ask for?

The only fly in the ointment is that if His Majesty's vision of luxury goods is not so good, then the person responsible for purchasing will be even more relaxed!

As soon as he walked to the door of the bedroom, Turius heard His Majesty's loud voice.

"Hold the instrument, practice seriously, one minute in bed, ten years of work under the bed, understand?"

"But Your Majesty..." A female voice seemed to be acting like a baby, "I have been practicing for more than an hour, and my mouth is sore..."

Turius looked solemn, as if he hadn't heard anything, stood respectfully at the entrance of the palace, and motioned to a cool-dressed maid at the entrance of the palace. The palace lady smirked, then opened the door and walked in.

Half an hour later, the young King Marcus wore a large robe lazily and walked out of the palace.

"Sorry, Turius." King Marcus said in an insincere tone. "Let you wait so long!"

"As a subject, it is only natural to wait for your Majesty." Turius first answered with a very serious attitude, and then asked respectfully, "Your Majesty, is there anything important for you to summon your subjects?"

"I summon you?" King Marcus first looked puzzled, then he tilted his head and thought about it, and after a lazily yawn, he seemed to remember, "Oh, yes, I summoned him. you……"

"Your Majesty, please do not hesitate to order!"

"Turius, I heard that the wine we had at the pier was burned?" After taking two steps, King Marcus seemed to be a little tired. He beckoned to the side, and then two sturdy court ladies Coming over, one lay on the ground and the other leaned behind her, forming a living chair with a vivid color.

King Marcus leaned directly on this living chair, and moved his body to make him sit more comfortable.

"I've heard about this too," Turius pondered his tone and continued, "It should have been done by those outsiders from the Capone gang..."

"I don't care who did it..." King Marcus waved his hand, "I don't care how you plan to compensate for the loss, as long as you don't disturb me!"

"That..." Turius asked tentatively.

"Do you know, Turius," King Marcus had an impatient look on his young face. "Just an hour ago, first the Minister of Finance, then the Secretary of Defense, the Secretary of Foreign Affairs, the Secretary of the Seal, and the Lord Justice. ...They all came and annoyed me one by one."

"Let them disturb your rest, this is my negligence..." Turius quickly replied.

"Of course it's your negligence!" King Marcus said without hesitation, "Do you know what they were talking about when they came to me?"

"Please show me..."

"Although they are very polite, they mean that although I am the king of Cicero, I cannot rob them just because I have suffered a loss."

King Marcus stood up and kicked Turius to the ground.

"My face turned red when I heard this, do you know? Turius, I became the first king to rob my subject since the founding of Cicero, the first..."

"The ministers are terrified..." Turius knelt on the ground!

"I appointed you as my court minister, so that you can help me rob your own minister?" King Marcus kicked Turius again fiercely. "Do I need to rob them? If so. Their money, will I not copy their homes?"

"Yes, the minister is incompetent!" Turius said in a sincere and fearful tone while trying to protect his face, "but the minister did not rob other ministers..."

"You haven't..." King Marcus then kicked Turius twice. "The Moran's gang took away the wine that the ministers hid in their crotch. You actually told me you didn't steal it! "

"Morlan Gang? Wine?" Turius stunned for a moment, and immediately began to cry out for grievances, "Your Majesty, this matter really has nothing to do with his ministers!"

"Aren't you in charge of Moran's help? You dare to say it has nothing to do with you!"

"Your Majesty," Turius explained quickly, "Obany Moran died two days ago, his brother..."

"Don't tell me this," Marcus waved his hand impatiently. "It's just a gang leader. If he dies, he will die. If a gang leader dies, you can't control them?"

"The minister is incompetent..."

"You are indeed incompetent." After a round of punches and kicks, King Marcus seemed a little tired. He sat down in his living chair again, still breathing in his mouth, "If I didn't have the time, , I will do this myself!"

"The minister is ashamed..."

"I don't care if you really can't help Moran to help, or you have any other plans..." After venting, King Marcus, who was gradually recovering, stood up again, "In short, rob other ministers. , You must give them an explanation. As the king of Cicero, I am not willing to carry the reputation of being a robbery minister..."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

"Also, regardless of whether you instigated this matter or not, the Moran Gang must pay the price..." King Marcus turned and walked towards his bedroom. "For whatever reason, any dog ​​who bites people must die. !"

"Understood, Your Majesty!"

"This is the last time, Turius, if something like this bothers me again, you know the consequences!"

After King Marcus left the last word, he disappeared at the door of his bedroom.

"Moran Gang..."

Turius stood up from the ground with a gloomy expression, and after a cold snort, he turned and walked towards the gate of the palace.

"Bart!"

Turius, who walked out of the palace, said to the butler Bart who was waiting for him at the gate of the palace, "You go to the Moran Gang and tell the madman George that I will see him within an hour!"

"Sir, you know," Bart said with a tangled look. "George has refused your call several times, and I have been beaten several times by him because of his tough request to come to see you... Of course, my lord, I am not afraid of him hitting me, I just think this will damage your prestige, my lord!"

"It's different this time..." Turius patted the prints of his shoes kicked out by the king. "You tell George, I don't care what reason he has, he must give me an hour to show up in front of me. !"

"If he wants or refuses it?"

"You don't need to urge him this time," Turius snorted coldly. "If he refuses, you just come back and tell me!"

"Yes, my lord!" Butler Bart replied respectfully.

"You go..." After Turius gave Bart's instructions, the carriage drove straight in the direction of his own mansion.

Bart straightened up and walked towards the street where the Moran Gang was located. He also bought some snacks such as dried fruit and carried it in his hand. When he arrived at the door of the Moran Gang, the doorman greeted him with a smile.

"Master Bart, are you here to see Master George?"

"No!" Bart waved his hand. "I'm here to find Weird the gun, is he there?"

"Master Witte just came back, do you need us to inform you?"

"No, I'm very familiar with Werther..." After Bart waved his hand, he strode in, "I can find him by myself."