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Chapter 15 What is the reason for not getting married at the age of fifty?

Marinfando, Office of the General Staff.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

"Lieutenant General, Wilson Sith, who was transferred from the 177th branch of the West Sea, came to report." Standing outside the office, Sith knocked on the door and said with great enthusiasm.

Tashis is now a backstage person, and behind him are the three generals of the Navy, the future Marshal Sakasky, who speaks more arrogantly.

"Come in." A slightly older female voice came from the door.

The Sith was silent, and he seemed a little arrogant.

The position is a lieutenant general, the gender is a woman, and the age is estimated to be his grandmother, so it seems that it is not difficult to guess who is behind this door.

Pushing open the door, Sith clamped his legs and saluted,

"Mr. He!"

"Okay, your child is obviously still injured, so don't force yourself, just sit down."

Lieutenant General Crane pressed his elbow on the table and waved to Sith. His smile was kind, like an old lady next door, but he did not dare to relax at all. After all, he was a woman who even Doflamingo had to be on guard. She was really popular. Not to mention Sakasky, it might not work if the Warring States Period came.

"Don't be restrained. Victor once did things under me. You are his nephew. In my eyes, just like your own child, relax."

"Yes, Lieutenant General."

Sith agreed and couldn't help but say in his heart that his admiration was his uncle. As soon as he entered the headquarters, there were old leaders everywhere. He just didn't know how Lieutenant General He had sneaked in the ship full of female soldiers. He really wanted to communicate more when he had time.

Lieutenant General Crane's eyes were deep, as if he could see through the Sith's heart at once, and he narrowed his eyes and smiled at him.

"Victor is not on my ship, he is my subordinate in the General Staff."

"cough."

Sith covered his mouth and coughed, his expression a little awkward.

"Okay, young man Mu Ai, it's understandable. I remember you seem to be only eighteen?"

"Yes, Lieutenant General, I'm eighteen after this summer."

Lieutenant General Cran nodded, stood up from the chair, poured a glass of water for the Sith with a monk's expression.

"That's not small anymore. If there is a suitable one, you can try it. Look at Sakaski and the others. They are all very old, but there is not even a child around them. But Porusalino heard that there is an illegitimate child, and he doesn't know what he looks like?"

Sith took the cup from the crane with a little flattered look, feeling that he had heard something amazing. This was a special game for the Navy General in the high-end game in another world.

As long as he gets married before he is thirty years old, wouldn’t that beating the Four Emperors Shanks and catching up with the three generals of the Navy?

The scenery is really too beautiful.

Before he knew it, Sith found himself another reason to deceive the girl.

"Don't worry, maybe the generals will have their own reasons."

"Reason? What's the reason?" He hugged his hands and groaned, "People are still in their fifties and still not getting married. What's the reason? Even Cap, he has Dorag at this age. Even though his descendants are a little worried, there is still some!"

The Sith did not speak silently, which was not worry-free. One read it as a revolutionary army, without discipline, without program, and wrote it as a terrorist, and the other read it as an adventurer, robbing the judicial island, robbing the city, writing the international thief, and the enemy of the judicial island. If it weren't for the protection of officials, the Sith had every reason to suspect that they had died many times.

"Oh, forget it, Sakaski has already told me about your matter, I agree, you can report to the elite class in a while, and it happens to be with the legal training on Judicial Island. After all, the Supreme Court cannot do if it doesn't understand the law."

He shook his head and sighed, changed the subject, and glanced at Sith with a meaningful look.

Sith's expression was a little stiff, and she felt that she had been seen through by the old lady. She hurriedly got up and saluted.

"Don't worry, this kind of thing won't happen again."

"It's okay." General Crane waved his hand at him indifferently, "Don't be nervous, take it easy. I don't mean to blame you. On the contrary, some people appreciate your behavior. When you go out, go to the next door first, and someone there wants to see you."

"yes."

After saying that, Sith was about to turn around and leave, and there seemed to be a long sigh from behind.

"I just said that there is no woman among the generals. They always don't believe it in the Warring States Period. Now, Sakaski and Porusalino get together all day long. The wife doesn't need it anymore, and the children don't need it anymore, and I don't know what I'll do in one day?"

Sith paused and shivered. He couldn't help but his scalp became numb and his steps accelerated a little. The circle was too messy and could not afford to offend him.

...

Leaving the Horde's office, Sith adjusted his breathing for a while before knocking on the door of the next office.

"Navy Lieutenant Sith comes to report."

"Come in." The voice inside the house was a little deeper.

Sith pushed open the door and was a middle-aged man in a tall figure, suit and ties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, holding a document in his hand and a bookish look on his body.

"grown ups."

Sith saluted a serious salute, but he didn't relax his vigilance because he had never seen this person before.

Because of the stimulation of the missionary's superpowers, the poet Sith is now aware of the domineering person who has seen and heard, and feels extremely keen.

Although the man in front of him looked like a literati, his aura was as strong as a sea. Although he was not as powerful as Sakasky, he was much stronger than Smog. The extremely explosive vest line under the white shirt proved this.

"Oh, Lieutenant Sith, no, Major Sith, right?" the man stood up, gave Sith a formulaic smile, and stretched out his right hand, "Yirando Reggins, Senior Attorney of Justice Island."

"Navy Lieutenant Sith." Sith narrowed his eyes and handed it out.

Yylando Riggins?

Sith had a clear mind. If nothing unexpected happens, this big man from the Justice Island will be his contact person, or his immediate boss, on the Justice Island.

"Major Sith, do you know the situation in Judicial Island now?" Reggins sat back on the chair, put his hands on the table, and crossed his legs.

"Sir Riggins, I'm sorry, I..."

"Okay, okay." Reggins grinned, squinted his eyes and leaned over, "It doesn't matter if you don't know this. After all, family scandals should not be made public. We can't announce some things to the outside world. You just need to remember a little."

Reggins' voice paused.

The Sith understood the understanding and recited his collar, sat upright, and became serious.

"You said."
Chapter completed!
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