A slight smile appeared on Kuro's lips.
This was another factor that led him to keep Moore.
Finally, someone in this world understands what he's thinking!
It wasn't for a promotion, it wasn't for fame, and it wasn't for justice!
He just wanted to live a safe and comfortable life.
Moore, on the other hand, understands this very well. This lazy, middle-aged loser understands perfectly what Kuro, who is also a "middle-aged loser," is thinking.
Huh? Being in your twenties doesn't make you a middle-aged loser?
In the eyes of a teenager in his past life, someone in their twenties is practically on their deathbed!
"But I really don't know, because I returned the power of 'sloth' to Saria a long time ago, and I haven't acted alone since. I've been guarding the Iron Maiden all this time."
Moore shrugged, put the cigar Kuro tossed him into his mouth, lit it with a match, and said, "Wow, good stuff. Being a navy officer is really great."
"Don't use the word 'laziness,' you look lazy and lethargic. If you want to sleep, go find a place to sleep."
"Huh? Is that so good? Uncle, I don't have to pretend to be on guard anymore?" Moore asked expectantly.
Kuro waved his hand, signaling Moore to leave, then leaned back, picked up a report, and squinted his eyes.
"Brother Yixiao, you've already set off for Dressrosa..."
"A smile?"
Lida, who was snacking on the sofa, paused, "Fujitora? What's he doing there?"
"Sent by Marshal Sakassky."
Kuro, puffing on his cigar, said, "That flamingo pulled off a stunt of abdication and resignation, and headquarters wants to check it out. But it has nothing to do with me."
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