Robust Mage in One Piece

"Master George..."

Weird the gunner stuck his tongue and strode into George's room, "I'm very sorry, I have another bad news..."

"Go ahead," George chuckled, "Let me hear the bad news."

"Just now, one of our brothers saw a short man in a vertical striped suit, a cigar and a top hat enter Turius' mansion."

"Wear a suit with vertical stripes?"

"Yes!"

"Holding a cigar?"

"Yes!"

"Wearing a top hat?"

"Hmm!"

"That **** Capenberg?"

"Completely correct!"

"He went to Turius' mansion..." George's face suddenly became gloomy, "Turius, what does he want to do?"

"Obviously..." Weird Witt shrugged his shoulders, his tongue twitched in his mouth, "Because Lord George, you refused to show loyalty to Turius' mansion, Turius is angry!"

"My brother just died at the time, how could I have time..." George slammed a fist on the table, "Later, I didn't ask to see him, but he refused!"

"You have offended him once you refuse," Weird the gun whispered with his tongue. "Sir, you know, nobles are always better off!"

"So," George stood up straight. "Is Turius intending to replace me with the puppie Carpenberg?"

"Of course!" Witt replied naturally, "Will there be a second explanation for this kind of thing?"

"Damn Turius..." There was a hideous look on George's face, "And the **** Capenbergi!"

"Oh, that's right..." Weird Gun Witte continued, "Our brother followed Carpenberg for a while, because he didn't dare to get too close, so he just heard a few words vaguely, as if It's 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, Warehouse No. 41 in the dock area, etc.!"

"Warehouse No. 41..."

"It seems to be the spare warehouse of the Bootstrap Destruction Section," Seeing that George couldn't seem to remember what Warehouse 41 was for, Weird the Gunner reminded him kindly.

"The spare warehouse of the Bootleg Destroyer..." George gritted his teeth, "In other words, do we have no more goods next?"

"At least it can't be the same as before..." Witte added.

"No, I will never allow this to happen!" An angry George overturned the table in front of him. "Cicero's bootleg market is the brainchild of my brother Albany. I will never allow anyone Come to replace us, absolutely not!"

"Turius certainly didn't think so..."

"What about Turius?" George kicked out abruptly, kicking the overturned table in half, "Cicero's court minister is not dead, how did Cicero take office in the first place? of……"

"I have to remind you that if you do this, you are declaring war with the entire Cicero," Weird Witte said calmly. "At that time, I am afraid that King Marcus will directly dispatch troops..."

"What about sending out an army?" George waved his hand, "I'm going to sea as a pirate..."

"But how many of the Moran gang brothers will follow you and leave your wife and children to be pirates?" Weird the gunner sneered, "Master George, what you should do now is to think about how to solve the problem. This matter, instead of complaining and thinking about it..."

"You're right, Witt!" George straightened up, looking around with two wolf-like eyes. "Then how do we solve the matter in front of us?"

"We definitely can't change Turius's opinion of Lord George..." Weird Witte's tongue flung in the air flexibly.

"But we can deal with the person Turius wants to replace Lord George with you!"

Early the next morning, a richly decorated carriage ran out of Turius' mansion and ran briskly along the road of Cicero in the direction of the pier.

‘Turius’ carriage has passed the gate of the mansion...’

‘Turius’ carriage has reached a crossroad...’

‘Turius’ carriage has turned up the avenue to the pier...’

‘...’

At the entrance of Turius’ mansion and on both sides of the road to the pier, members of the Moran Gang disguised themselves as various small merchants and peddlers, strolling pedestrians, and quickly and quickly passed the whereabouts of the carriage to Weird and George. Hands.

"Master George, Turius is about to arrive at the dock now, and he doesn't have much manpower with him..." Weird Gun Witte handed the information he had read to George next to him, "I have also arranged for the dock. Brothers have gone to stare, I can guarantee that from last night to today, no puppies of the Capone gang showed up at the dock!"

"They did exactly what you said, Witte!"

George looked at the intelligence in his hand and nodded, "Neither Turius nor Carpembeki brought much manpower. It seems that these two guys thought their actions were very secretive and were not discovered by us!"

"Their actions are indeed very secret..." Weird Gun Witte replied solemnly, "If we had a brother who happened to pass by yesterday, I am afraid we would not have discovered it."

"This shows that the goddess of fate is not on their side this time..."

George stood up with a sigh, and grinned, "Then we will act according to the plan this time. Since Carpenberg has appeared, then don't let him go back."

"Yes, Lord George!" The strange gun Witte drew out his revolver and agreed.

Turius's carriage galloped all the way, and it was as if it ran to the vicinity of Warehouse No. 41 in the dock area at 8 o'clock in the morning. After the carriage stopped, Turius, who seemed impatient, stepped out of the carriage, hiding his face with a handkerchief.

Then, the door of the nearby warehouse opened, and Carpenberg, wearing a black striped suit, walked out of it with Gotti, the killer with a Mediterranean haircut, and two or three members of the Capone Gang.

"Master Turius," Carpenbergi took off his hat and saluted, "We have already come by appointment..."

"This time I will let you see where the bootleg wine that needs to be destroyed in the future is stored..." Turius seemed to dislike the air at the pier very much. Replied in his tone, "You come with me!"

"Hey ha ha ha ha..."

George Moran took the strange gun Werther, and led a large group of Moran gang members who appeared in front of them as if they had fallen from the sky.

"Finally blocked you, Carpenberg..." George stared at Carpenberg with fierce eyes, "You can't go anywhere, this is where your bones are buried!"

"And you, Killer Gotti..." George's gaze fell on Gotti, with a grinning smile on his face, "I have been looking for you for a long time, and now you are finally in my palm!"