I, Sakaski, Won't Take a Dog Easily.

Sorry, you can really do whatever you want with the fruit ability to detect cheating.

But none of the information collected during the whole day was satisfactory.

Robin reported all the information about several people in Tom's studio in one breath, even down to what kind of wine and cigarettes Tom likes to drink, and whether he liked girls in his previous working years.

These seemingly gossip information actually constitute most of a person's personality and hobbies.

"..." Sakaski's eyes twitched suddenly, and he retracted his preface again. This little guy is quite reliable.

The black-bellied girl felt very relieved, she just liked to see the stupid look flashing across Sakaski's calm face.

Well, teasing your boss is fun.

Of course, she would not tell Sakaski about her midnight visit to seduce the current mayor of Seven Waters.

Listening to Robin's extremely fast intelligence summary, Sakaski roughly formed a three-dimensional structure diagram in his mind: "We need to hurry up, even if Judiciary Island abides by the agreement, the design progress of the new ironclad ship on the Navy's side will be extremely slow." It cannot be delayed for so long!"

If we wait for all four sea train lines to pass, it will be another four or five years! He, Sakalski, can't wait that long!

What's more, the current Seven Waters Capital can be described as a mixed bag. Due to the poor trade of the Great Sea Route, there are few connections between the islands, and the major shipbuilding companies are constantly fighting for customers.

Even the shipyards responsible for supplying and repairing the Navy's warships have changed one after another.

The Navy urgently needs a stable master shipbuilder to take charge of the shipyard management of the headquarters.

Robin cast her sights on the junkyard of abandoned ships, she felt inexplicably worthless for that murloc.

At this time, Master Tom, who is the world's number one shipbuilder, will actually be reduced to living in a garbage dump because he built a ship for Gore D. Roger.

Sakaski brought the topic back first: "...how sure are you?"

"Before I arrived on the island, I was 8% sure about the intelligence I collected through the navy. But after I got the intelligence data locally, I was not [-]% sure."

"How could the error be so serious?" Sakalski frowned. The original intelligence and the latest information were divided between [-] and [-], so the navy's own intelligence department could be shut down collectively.

Only this time, he was wrong.

"No, the error is not serious, and most of it even matches the information we got before. But, do you remember what was made here before?" Robin had a complicated expression when he said this.

Deep down in her heart, she didn't believe that with Sakaski's memory, she would forget that this was the place where ancient weapons were made.

Although her adoptive father has been making new warships for the purpose, no one can tell, facing such a huge temptation of ancient weapons, the admiral will give up trying to get it.

Sakaski understood that there was something in this little girl's words.

She wasn't asking for anything more than Tom had been given.

It's a test.

He was testing the real purpose of Sakaski looking for Master Tom.

He answered without hesitation, and said it from Akainu's mouth.

It is a promise, but also a reply: "Naturally, great construction is the most important thing! How many times do you want me to say it! I don't care what method you use, get me that murloc to the headquarters!"

"Understood, I will try my best."

There was an inexplicable look in the girl's eyes, she nodded and left a sentence to the other end of the phone: "The alias you proposed is really terrible."

Putting down the phone bug, the girl stood on the locomotive of the Rocketman, the prototype of the sea train. She stared at this huge steam-driven machine and said to herself: "This is what Sakalski wants to get." ?"

She finally knew why the two behemoths, Judicial Island and Navy Headquarters, focused their attention on this island.

To be precise, it was concentrated on one person.

It is hard to imagine that in this era when propulsion by wind and ocean currents is the mainstream, trains powered by steam can sail on the sea.

And once steam power can be run on warships, the navy's control over the sea will definitely increase exponentially.

After thinking through the joints, the female navy in casual clothes stepped out of the carriage and knocked on the door of the wooden house casually.

"Mr. Tom, may I bother you." A crisp female voice sounded from outside the door.

In an instant, the knock on the door aroused everyone's vigilance. When the whole island regarded him as a sinner, how could someone visit him?

The murloc put down his pencil, and walked to the door with his chubby belly, "Who are you?"

Robin rolled his eyes, but still did not disobey Sakalski's order, and said the rather masculine pseudonym: "My name is Jerry! I am a mechanical enthusiast. I heard that Mr. Tom developed the sea train. I made a special trip from another island to ask for advice."

Although the murloc was full of suspicion, he still opened the door. He muttered softly: "I may disappoint you. This time the work is a failure. There is no brake, but it is full of power."

"Is that so? I really appreciate that extraordinary speed." Ms. Jerry shrugged with a smile.

Bingshan, who heard the conversation between the two behind him, frowned.

Apart from a few of them, they probably didn't know about the rocket man's experiment.

If there is, only those government personnel who are secretly monitoring the process will know this kind of information.

"You're not a fan, are you? Ms. Jerry!" Esbagu stood up and looked at the young and beautiful girl nervously.

Flam, who was drinking Coke beside him, also noticed something was wrong: "How could this kind of news spread so fast! Who are you?"

Mr. Tom looked at the girl who concealed her real identity vigilantly: "If it is an official of the world government, why would you test us like this! I can guarantee that the whole line will be open to traffic in 4 years, but I hope that there will be less interference in the development process of the studio. .”

The navy, who deliberately exposed his identity, moved to the wooden table full of blueprints, and only then did he express his position: "Someone in the navy hopes that you can [take crimes and make meritorious service]"

"The navy has its own research institute, right? I've heard that the Templar's Watch, one of the three armies, includes the top scientific research team." Tom looked confused, "Why did you come to me, a prisoner, to help design a warship? "