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

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, a tired and lazy voice came from the top floor of the fortress: "Bring me for afternoon tea~ It's not a good habit to eat alone~"

[So... with such keen senses, you are actually the first to get hit. You were really paddling before, right? ] At this moment, several people on the training ground simultaneously felt such a powerless sigh in their hearts.

Since taking up the post of general, the three of them often take turns to sit in the Holy Land, the defense line of Murloc Island, and Marlin Fandor.We gather less and leave more, and it is rare to get together.

Zefa is also a year-round wanderer, teaching new recruits in the training camp on the outer island.

It was rare for the master and apprentice to gather together this time, not to mention that the Marshal of the Warring States Period, who has always been busy with important matters, rarely found a gap to take a walk and rest. Immediately, all the staff agreed and rushed to the restaurant.

On the second floor of the restaurant, there were already people waiting here.

"Why did you wait for so long?" Although he was left here early, He didn't blame him at all.

Just quietly flipping through the latest information collected by the intelligence department.

However, there was a drawer of delicate refreshments in front of her, half of which had been eaten.

Hearing Crane's soft inquiry, Zefa explained with a gentle smile: "That's why Zhan Guo succeeded in his tricks and turned the old man into a landlubber."

He's not like Cap, who has always been extraordinarily cheerful and overly lively -- he seems to be able to laugh without hesitation anytime, anywhere.

It is also not like the serious and serious Warring States Period who bears the burden of a marshal and becomes hard to find a smile as soon as he takes office.

It seems to be like the neutralization of the two people in the same period——

Generous and kind, like a jar of old wine that has become more mellow after years of refinement.

Crane casually picked up two pieces of pastries and stuffed them into the mouths of Sengoku and Zefa respectively.

This kind of luxurious treatment can only be enjoyed by her old comrades who have been friends with her for many years.

While feeding these two guys, Lieutenant General He asked softly: How about the test results?"

As the chief instructor, Zefa is always approachable and rigorous, teaching every student earnestly.

Compared with the image of a tough old soldier who fought against Sakalski and others one after another without losing, he now looks more like a good-tempered teacher with his rimless glasses on.

As the incarnation of the word "benevolence" in the Navy Headquarters, the kind-hearted old man explained with practical actions what a gentleman is like jade: "I am very satisfied, and it fully conforms to my belief in [not killing]."

"The frontal output is weak, let's make do with it." By is a patient with severe lack of firepower who firmly believes [big is beautiful, caliber is justice].

Compared with the slightly biased hot answer, Huang Yuan's answer is more moderate - impartial.In fact, this is also due to his personality. Following Sakalski's conclusion, he added: "Reluctantly, the strong comprehensiveness can be regarded as making up for the shortcomings."

Finally, the sleepy person who was the first to be recruited seemed to wake up suddenly, and lightly hammered his right fist on his left palm: "Ah la la, it's too insidious!"

"Shut up! You are the most embarrassing!" The admiral camp attacked with one voice, instantly x2.

The Warring States period was also helpless for the three senior military governors with different personalities. The Buddha, whose heart was tempered by the three of them every day, opened his wallet: "What do you drink? Today, the old man is here to treat you."

"Sea Salt Coffee."

“Sweetened, sugared caramel macchiato~”

"It's spicy... well." Before Sakaski could say it, Aokiji and Kizaru, who had formed a camp in an instant, covered their mouths.

"Give him black coffee! The bitterest kind!"

The two stared at Sakaski bitterly and bitterly. The last time the bastard tricked them into eating chili sauce was still vivid in his memory.

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The back kitchen who received the meal order got busy. After delivering the coffee and drinks, the chefs discovered a problem-the generals didn't seem to touch the only pastries left on the table.

"Don't they like this pastry pairing?" a chef muttered, speculating wildly.

As a chef, there's nothing worse than having a guest who doesn't like your craft.

What's more, the three admirals, the marshal, and the chief instructor came to eat this time. Isn't this a joke for other people in the headquarters to see the chef group? ?

The head chef glanced at the chefs with a gloomy face: "Idiot, it's because there are not enough dim sums on the table! Make the next batch immediately, and the refreshments for this afternoon tea must be carefully prepared!"

A chef wearing a high hat was stunned for a moment, is there still something special about refreshments?

The head chef shook his head, sighing with regret: "I secretly heard the inside information, do you know the real reason for the destruction of all nations?"

As we all know, the head chef has a wide range of friends and the best news.

His constipated face with hidden secrets also successfully aroused everyone's curiosity.

Seeing the cook surrounded by a group, he explained in a low voice: "It is said that the refreshments that those old hat pirates brought to Mr. Sa did not suit the old man's taste, which made Mr. Sa go berserk on the spot, triggering a catastrophe."

All the chefs and pastry chefs were dumbfounded.Protruding like a goldfish, the eyeballs almost popped out of their orbits.

"Eh!!!"

"I remember Mr. Sa doesn't like too sweet..." a pastry chef muttered to himself, recalling a tuna sandwich he once ordered.

Another chef felt very entangled. The tastes of the three generals were different: "But Mr. Huang Yuan likes it?"

The cook stared at the dead fish and looked at his companion like an idiot: "Let me just ask, will Mr. Huang Yuan beat you to death because it doesn't suit your appetite?"

"Right.."

Poor someone didn't do anything, and the wind review was killed again.

The chefs are still considering the amount of ingredients, considering the most appropriate afternoon tea according to the preferences of the generals.

A short figure has already started to shuttle between the cooking utensils and the kitchen stove.