From the Navy Admiral to the Gotei 13

Diarmait's face darkened and he said, "He danced on his own!"

"You were going to chop him with a knife, weren't you? Hahahaha." Dorag laughed.

"That's your biological father, why are you making fun of him like this?" Diarmait said helplessly.

Hearing this, Dorag's expression paused slightly, but he quickly adjusted himself and waved his hand, saying, "Okay, let's not talk about him anymore. Do you have time? Let's go have a drink together."

It can be seen that this guy's mood seems to be much better, not as impetuous as in the past few days.

Diarmait was also a little curious about what this guy wanted to say to him. Since he had nothing else to do at the moment, he nodded and said, "I will officially take over tomorrow when I have time."

"Oh? It seems that you are going to work for the Intelligence "463" General Staff..." Dorag asked with a smile.

"Yes, I serve as an assistant to the Chief of Staff and concurrently as the Deputy Minister of the Intelligence Staff." Diarmuid admitted frankly.

Dorag was stunned for a moment, then said, "The Chief of Staff really thinks highly of you."

But I'm not that surprised. Deputy Minister, although it sounds very high-ranking, is actually not a very powerful person. After all, the Navy is a military organization, and the real power lies in military rank.

Diarmuid was only a major general after all, and the title of deputy minister was like a rootless duckweed. He was the one given to him by his superiors.

But it does reflect how much the Chief of Staff values ​​him.

"Come to think of it, I haven't congratulated you yet, Major General." Dorag said with a smile as he and Diarmait walked out.

"I am not worthy of being called 'Sir' by your Lieutenant General." Diarmait said with a smile.

Marineford is a large island. The square in front of the Fortress of Justice alone can accommodate more than 100,000 navy soldiers.

In addition to the military area, Marineford also has a large living area. Most of the people living here are military dependents. The navy stationed at the headquarters for a long time has the right to bring their families to live in Marineford.

This is also a hidden benefit of the headquarters navy. After all, the sea is so chaotic, and Marineford can be said to be one of the safest places.

Of course, there are exceptions. Zephyr's family died in Marineford.

There were naturally no taverns in the military area, so Diarmuid and Dorag walked into the living area while chatting.

The 'Navy Club' is the most famous pub in Marineford. Many high-ranking naval officials are regular customers and members here.

For example, Garp, Zephyr, Sengoku, Kuzan and Borsalino, they are all here. I don’t know if Sakaski has ever been here, but he should have been, right?

When Diarmuid was a brigadier general, he had come here to drink with Dorag, Kuzan and others, and naturally he also applied for membership.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw many sailors who were not on missions sitting inside drinking in groups of three or five, chatting and gossiping. It was very lively.

The owner of the tavern is a retired rear admiral with a long scar on his face and slightly hunched legs. He is about fifty years old. Everyone affectionately calls him "Boss Slop", and he never gets angry about it.

Anyway, he knew a lot of people in the navy, and seemed to be good friends with Admiral Sengoku.

As soon as Dorag and Diarmait came in, the sailors who were drinking here stopped what they were doing.

But before they could say hello, Dorag waved his hand and said, "Go on, we're here to drink too." "Hahahaha..." Everyone in the tavern laughed.

At this moment, a brave man suddenly asked, "Brigadier General Diarmait, I heard that you beat up the marshal. Is that true?"

Diarmait, who was originally smiling, suddenly changed his expression when he heard this and cursed: "Rumors, they are all rumors. I, Diarmait, respect the marshal so much, how could I hit him?" "Hahahaha..." Everyone laughed again, and the air was filled with a happy atmosphere.

Ignoring these soldiers, Diarmuid walked to a table in the corner with Dorag and sat down, cursing.

Boss Poe limped over, threw the drink menu on the table, and said with a smile, "That's impressive, Diarmait. The last time I saw you, you were a brigadier general. Are you wearing the epaulettes of a major general now? You're worthy of being a ruthless man who dares to fight a marshal..."

Before coming out of Chief of Staff Ahe's office, Diarmait had already changed the epaulettes on his cloak of justice to those of major general.

"Boss Poe, you probably don't want to stay in Marineford anymore. If the Marshal hears this, he will definitely punish you." Diarmait said with a glare at the old man.

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②④①O "Hahahaha, I have some friendship with the Marshal. He is open-minded and won't care about the nonsense I say." Boss Po laughed.

At that moment, the door to the tavern was flung open, and a naval captain rushed in excitedly, shouting, "Hey, here's the latest news! Brigadier General Diarmait has been promoted to Major General. After beating up the Marshal, not long ago, he chased down the heroic Vice Admiral Garp with a knife, forcing him to jump from the third floor. Now everyone calls Major General Diarmait the Fierce Tiger... They say he has a violent temper and is incredibly powerful. He'll lose his temper with anyone who dares to provoke him. He's even brave enough to hit the Marshal and Vice Admiral Garp..."

The naval captain excitedly told these gossips here, and everyone in the tavern had a strange expression on their faces.

Diarmait in the corner almost vomited blood.

You bastards, you have nothing to do all day long, just gossip. Do you think you can tell right from wrong? Do you think you can live up to the justice that is in your hands?

What violent tiger? I'm Rodriguez. Diarmait has been in Marineford for almost three years. I've always been kind to others and strict with myself. The people in the Sixth Officer Training Battalion all say that I'm a rare good man, a true gentleman.

How come in just a few days, he became a ferocious tiger?

How am I violent?

Dorag on the side laughed out loud.

"Hahahahahaha, Diarmait, the title of the Violent Tiger seems to suit you very well. You are worthy of it. In less than three years, you have made such a big name. I grew up in the navy. Those navy with titles have always made a name for themselves by targeting pirates. It's the first time I've seen someone like you who got a name by targeting marshals and naval heroes. Hahahahaha..." Drago laughed gloatingly.

When he smiled, all the sailors in the tavern, including the gossipy naval captain, looked over and saw Drago, who was laughing so hard that he couldn't breathe, and Diarmuid, whose face was extremely dark.

"Major General Di... Di... Didiermude...?" the naval captain said in panic.

This guy is a real ruthless person. When he gets mad, he even dares to hit the marshal and the hero. And I was just here gossiping and spreading gossip. … Is he still alive now?

Diarmait finally sighed and said, "Get lost, damn it! Sooner or later, I'm going to kill all of you bastards!"

There was no need to think about it, as Rodriguez Diarmait's reputation in Marineford was tarnished.

Seeing that Diarmait did not lose his temper, all the sailors in the tavern burst into laughter.

Although rumors were spread around and he was even given the title of "Fierce Tiger", it seemed that the Major General had no intention of bothering with them.

Boss Po also laughed and said, "Violent Tiger, today's drinks for you and Dorag are on me."

"Then give me ten bottles of Heart of Justice!" Diarmait said viciously.

"I'll satisfy you." Boss Po responded generously.

After a while, all the drinks were served, and the tavern returned to its previous bustle. No one wanted to offend Diarmait anymore.

Dorag was very considerate and poured a glass of wine for the resentful Diarmuid. Then he raised the glass and said, "Come on, drink first and calm down."

"Doragu, have you ever thought about killing your father?" Diarmuid asked after clinking glasses with Dorag.

Dorag was stunned for a moment, then said, "To be honest, it happened more than once."

“Hahahaha…” Diarmait felt a little happier now.

"Redfield is incarcerated in Imperial?"

"Well, the sixth floor, there's no getting out."

Diarmait and Dorag were chatting casually about Redfield. At first, Diarmait was going to kill him, but he failed. Now he is not bothered about it anymore because he is sure that he can't hear him as long as he wants to, so it doesn't matter.

After a few drinks and a bit of tipsiness, Diarmait asked, "Tell me, what's your purpose in getting me out for a drink?"

Dorag glanced at Diarmait and said, "You're talking as if I haven't invited you to drink alone before... 2.9"

"So?" Diarmait didn't buy it at all.

Dorag sighed, drank the entire glass in one gulp, and then asked, "What is your justice?"

Diarmait???

"Didn't I say it before? I haven't found my own justice." Diarmait glanced at Dorag and said.

Dorag looked at Diarmait with some suspicion and said, "Others may not know, but how could I not know the inside story? You forced yourself on the Red Earl in G-1 and almost died there. If you didn't have justice and faith, I find it hard to believe that you would fight to the death there and even attack the Marshal."

"If you mention beating the marshal again, I will turn against you!" Diarmait cursed.

Dorag did not speak, but just stared at Diarmait.

Diarmuid said helplessly, "Really? To be honest, I just think that if you want to get rewards, you have to pay. If I don't work hard, how can I become a major general today?"

Without waiting for Dorag to speak again, Diarmait asked directly, "You, on the other hand, have been acting strangely lately. What kind of messed-up thoughts are you having?"

Dorag's face twitched slightly. He picked up the wine glass and took a sip to cover it up. He shook his head and said, "Nothing..."

Chapter 42: Dorag: Goodbye!

After this, Dorag and Diarmait no longer discussed the topic of justice or injustice.

They were just drinking and chatting as usual, laughing from time to time, and looked very happy.

When the sun was about to set, Diarmait and Dorag left the tavern together and went their separate ways.

As a rear admiral of the Navy Headquarters and already having a formal organization, Diarmuid finally escaped the dilemma of bouncing back and forth between the officers' training camp dormitory and the sanatorium, and was allocated a courtyard as his own residence.

The courtyard is not big, with two rooms and a lawn, just ordinary.

This is the standard configuration for a major general. He has been to the residences of General Warring States and Teacher Zefa, and that is truly high-end, atmospheric and classy.

It can almost be considered a garden-style mansion.

I have to say that the Navy is quite generous in providing welfare to its senior generals.

There is no charge for food and drink, free recuperation if you get sick or injured, and one month of paid vacation every year. The salary level is also quite high.

As a major general, Diarmuid received a basic salary of two million berries per month.

As long as one works hard and achieves some results, a major general can earn at least 5 million baileys per month.

What's even more enviable is that as long as you live in Marineford or the area ruled by the navy, there is almost no place to spend money.

That is to say, at a time like just now, drinking something requires some money.

The Navy provides the rest.

Force you to save money!

After returning to his residence, Diarmait washed and tidied himself, then lay down on the bed and recalled what had just happened.

I always felt that Dorag wanted to say something to me, but in the end he didn't say anything.

After a little guesswork, Diarmait felt that there were only two possibilities. The first was that this guy was still in a period of confusion, so he wanted to talk to his friend Diarmait to comfort himself.

The second situation is that he has made up his mind to cause trouble, so before leaving the navy, he may want to tentatively look for like-minded partners.

“Maybe this guy will really come to invite me before he leaves?” Diarmait muttered.

From an external perspective, Diarmuid has not been in the Marine Headquarters for long. Although his future seems bright, can he be as powerful as Dorag?

In addition, Diarmait always said that he had not found the justice in his heart yet, so he should be considered the type that is easier to fool.

So...it's not impossible that Dorag really came to invite him to join before leaving.