Forced To Be A General, I Just Wanted To Retire

Chapter 1132 - 1132 Do You Keep a Diary?



1132 Do You Keep a Diary?

When Edmund asked a question, Kuro just took the first sip of wine. He smacked his lips and met Edmund’s expectant eyes.

“This wine is not bad…”

Edmond smiled. “You haven’t answered my question, Kim.”

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“Ah? What did you say?” Kuro took another sip of wine and shook the glass and commented, “This wine is indeed good, it is not much worse than my private collection. A king is a king, he is rich.”

As a high-level Marine and also a big shot in business, Kuro also collected taxes and said that he had money and power. He had a little of all kinds of good wine, but he had never tasted this wine.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. This is a king. He also has power and money. Look at the quality of life of those citizens and they are exploiting it so ruthlessly. Can’t they get whatever they want?

“Of course, if you want, I still have a lot of private things. I will ask the waiter to send a batch to your Battleship.”

Edmund smiled and continued: “It seems that Admiral Kim Luong does not like my question.”

“Ah? Question? The question is handed over to someone with knowledge to answer. I am an old literacy person, I have never studied, how can I answer any question?” Kuro said.

God has mercy on me. There is no such thing as a ‘educated’ in this world. When you study, you either have to hire a knowledgeable private teacher or think of a way to solve it yourself. You can’t rely on God to give you food and learn by yourself.

Kuro learned how to read purely by his own efforts. When he was young, he begged others to teach him how to read. As for the semantic answer, it was based on his previous life.

He can guarantee that half of the Marines are only literate. Otherwise, why would he like to use Crowe so much? Isn’t it just convenient?

For illiterate people, even a literate person is a strategist.

Dog-Head Advisor.

“The great Admiral Kim Jong-un, the nemesis of the old times, is such an interesting person. It’s a coincidence that I have never read a book.” Edmund smiled and said, “I have always hated old pedants since I was a child. They taught pedantic things and asked me to write a diary. I am the king. Why should I write a diary?”

“Yes, why do you keep a diary?” Kuro nodded.

“Do you keep a diary?” Edmund asked.

“I don’t write. I can’t read. What about you?” Kuro said.

“I don’t write either,” said Edmund. “It’s not true to write a diary.”

“Who writes their thoughts in the diary? It’s better to directly scold them.” Kuro laughed.

“Yes, who would write a diary for a decent person.”

“Can the diary be written by a decent person?”

The two smiled at each other and said in unison: “Lowly.”

Edmund smiled and raised his glass to Kuro. After taking a sip, he suddenly took out a piece of parchment from his pocket. With a flick of his finger, the parchment slid to Kuro.

“I admire you very much, so I plan to give you some benefits. Come, this document is it. I have decided to fund your Marine 100 million Berries every year. In addition, you will get an additional 30 million Berries. It is not much, but fly legs are also meat. How about it, sign it.”

With that, he took out another pen and pushed it to Kuro.

“I can’t read.”

Although Kuro said so, when the parchment came over, he subconsciously glanced at it and then his smile froze.

The parchment on it was really as Edmond had said. Every year, Marine would be funded by 100 million Berries and he would be given another 30 million Berries alone, but there were conditions. It was written in black and white on it—Russell Kuro must pay for Dovic Edmond when necessary.

Give?

‘Pay what?’

Where did such a contract come from?

“Is your head too soft? How can you take out such a whimsical thing?” Kuro subconsciously said.

“I thought you couldn’t read?” Edmund smiled.

There was a moment of silence.

Kuro raised his head and stared at Edmund, who was still smiling. Seeing the teasing and cunning in his eyes, he immediately gritted his teeth and said, “Playing with me? Why did you find me?”

Edmond slowly stood up and chuckled. “As I just said, I actually admire you, Luciru Kuro. So, can you work for me? I will show you something more exciting and great than being a Marine. Of course, I will still give you the money. I will give you 100 million Berries directly and you will be my servant.”

“Idiot!”

Kuro stood up and walked out. “Hand over the promised 100 million Berries to me later. Let’s go!”

What he wanted was the appearance fee of 100 million Berries.

But as soon as these words came out, Edmund’s eyes lit up and a smile appeared on his face. “The contract is…”

Shua!

Before he could say the word “stand”, a black light suddenly flashed from somewhere and cut off his head along his neck. A large amount of blood spurted out from his neck and rushed to his head and then spun to the ground.

“You, language ability trap!”

Kuro was not stupid. When he finished speaking, he instinctively felt a chill and crisis. Coupled with what Edmund had not said just now, it was obvious that it was a language trap!

Kuro had encountered such a person before. Back then, a certain person who relied on words to turn life and death around had such an ability.

His own words just now seemed to have unintentionally reached some kind of condition. Otherwise, his Kenbonshoku (Observation) would not let him feel the crisis.

Then it was time to make a move.

So what if I’m a king? I’ll just kill him!

“You are really bold, you even dare to think about Marine Admiral!”

Kuro stared at the wide-eyed head and said hatefully, “But how can your strength be faster than my blade?”

If this kind of treacherous ability is a conspiracy, then hard power is the Avenue of Sunlight.

Under the uprightness, all conspiracies and conspiracies are exposed.

Especially when there are only the two of them left in this place. They can’t even stop them. Why do they dare to do this to me?

He just killed a king so rashly…

Kuro shook off the autumn water and the blood on the blade on the ground. After putting the blade back into the sheath, he rubbed his eyebrows with a headache. “This is a little troublesome. Although he has ulterior motives towards me, he ultimately died here and there is no way to refute him. Everyone knows that he invited me over. Now that he is dead, his neck is still so neat. It is obvious that I killed him… How can I resolve this?”

This was different from the East Blue in the past. He had found clear evidence of his crimes and killed them.

But this time, there is nothing. If he is killed, he will be complained by the other countries. This is a big deal.

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