"There wasn't this much originally, but Vice Admiral Garp, you just broke apart the boxes that the salvage team had equipped.
The damage from the second impact was even greater than the first; I've checked three times, and this result won't be wrong.
Also, today is a holiday, so the workers' overtime pay shouldn't be deducted from me, right?"
Seemingly anticipating Garp's movement, Oran sidestepped to dodge the tea Garp sprayed out and naturally pulled out a pen.
Garp scratched his head, not knowing what to say, and finally signed his name, acknowledging the loss.
At this point, the matter was beyond explanation.
Garp couldn't deny anything, as both the first and second problems were entirely his doing.
If it was a bit more than expected, then so be it; it wasn't his money anyway.
Although Oran had always siphoned off some funds, Marineford also had its own estimates for this matter, considering this portion a normal loss due to 'spoilage.'
Oran was ultimately a businessman, not an internal member of the Marine.
Agreeing to this price meant the Marine's approval, and how much money Oran could earn was his own business.
As long as no major product quality incidents occurred midway, the Marine would not investigate further.
Although Oran's bill was higher than Garp's estimate, it was still within a reasonable range.
At least it didn't present an absurd situation like a certain Monkey eating dozens of tons of peaches, then tens of thousands of pounds of immortal pills, and finally even snatching dog food, so Garp didn't bother to check the accounts.
Even if someone had to have a headache, it shouldn't be him.
"Cough cough, then let's end this matter here.
I'll take these things back to Marineford now.
But let me tell you, next time, secure the items more firmly.
This time they capsized in the harbor; what if they capsize at sea next time?
If you tie them more securely, they won't drift around."
"Hmm, Vice Admiral Garp, what you said makes a lot of sense, but I think as long as it's not exactly when you and Roger are fighting, the ship shouldn't capsize."
"That... there are still many troublesome pirates, like Whitebeard and Golden Lion; the damage they cause is much more severe than mine."
"Indeed, I was not thorough enough in my consideration."
Seeing that Garp played a significant role in the settlement, Oran went along with Garp's words for a couple of sentences.
But at this moment, Boggart walked over.
"Excuse me, Vice Admiral Garp, immediate departure is probably impossible."
"Why?"
"Thanks to your efforts, the ship's keel has a slight problem.
If you don't want to experience sinking midway and have all of us swim back with the cargo, it's best to stay here for repairs."
Facts proved that warships were for sailing, not for jumping.
If forced into unconventional movements, they still couldn't hold up.
With a larger ship size, the impact it suffered was even more severe.
"Is it serious? How much longer can it last?
Where's that kid Kuzan? I remember he came along, right?
If it's not far, just go back first.
It's also good to run back when near Marineford."
"Vice Admiral Garp, please be serious.
I don't know how large an area Vice Admiral Kuzan can freeze, but I do know that if this ship breaks down midway, getting it back to Marineford will definitely be troublesome.
Do you want it to sink directly, or do you want to trouble the Vice Admirals of the Giant Race to carry it back then?"
In the face of facts, Garp finally chose to yield, borrowing Piltover's shipyard and having other soldiers rush the repairs.
The rich experience of these soldiers in maintenance always played a crucial role, and as for himself...
The task was to be scolded, and if the task deviated, someone had to let the superior vent.
In this regard, Garp was qualified; at least he didn't make his subordinates take the blame.
Garp couldn't help with the ship repairs.
While others were inspecting the ship, Garp wandered around Firefly Island with Oran.
Instead of letting Garp wander around, Oran felt it was better to keep an eye on him himself, so he simply brought him back to the royal city.
Terra couldn't carry two people when growing without medicine, so Oran's mode of transport reverted to the tram.
"It's really quiet here, unlike the other kings I've met."
There were still not many people in Oran's royal city.
Apart from a few androids, the vast royal city only had the cat agents making games.
Garp had seen various royal families in his everyday life.
Some royal families would entertain him with lavish banquets, hoping to gain some favors from Garp.
Garp had seen all sorts of people, those who wanted to become Celestial Dragons, those who wanted to use the Marine's power to strike at neighboring countries, and so on.
"What's the use of having many people? These hands are already enough to do the work."
"Perhaps it's the majesty of a king.
I've never been a king, so I don't know about such things."
"Majesty? True majesty doesn't need to be maintained by the number of servants.
Even if my royal city is empty, it won't affect my status."
"Puhahaha, you are indeed interesting.
This is my first time seeing such a unique king."
Here, Lyliana was sparring with Kuma.
First, their heights were suitable; Kuma's large build corresponded well with Lyliana.
Secondly, he had abundant physical strength; the Bucaneers' physique allowed him to keep up with Lyliana's stamina.
Finally, there was the Paw-Paw Fruit; through his Devil Fruit ability, he could let Lyliana strike without holding back and absorb the force with his paws.
Moreover, Kuma himself needed training.
Although his Devil Fruit ability was powerful, Kuma still lacked practical combat experience at present.
In this aspect, he was even inferior to Lyliana.
"That's your daughter, right? I remember Zephyr mentioned her; she seemed to be the same age as Yeklik.
She's really full of vitality.
Have you considered letting her join the Marine?"
Garp's eyesight was still sharp.
The power in Lyliana's fists was undeniable; even adult Marines who graduated from training camps couldn't compare to her.
Even in Zephyr's special training camp, there probably weren't many stronger than Lyliana, and those people also had the advantage of age.
If they were to become Lyliana's peers, they would likely never find a possibility of surpassing her in their lifetime.
When Garp saw powerful talents, he always had a desire to recruit them.
"She is the princess of this country.
Why would she join the Marine when she can be a good princess?"
"It's not unheard of for royalty to join the Marine; these two points are not contradictory."
"Then, Vice Admiral Garp, has your child become a Marine?"
"That... I will definitely cultivate the strongest Marine in the future!"
Garp felt that his luck might be bad today.
Oran's single question hit him on his most difficult issue.
A few years ago, he could have righteously said that his son was a Marine, and an excellent one at that.
But recently...
His son, Monkey D. Dragon, seemed to have realized something and ultimately chose to leave the Marine, going to some unknown place to do unknown things.
From this perspective, Garp indeed had no right to tell others to join the Marine.
"Then let's talk about it later.
If Lyley truly wants to join the Marine herself, I won't stop her then."
Oran had another thing he didn't say: by that time, the Marine might even have a new Fleet Admiral, so joining a new Marine would naturally be no problem.
"Dad!"
"Big Brother Oran, you're back."
Kuma and Lyliana saw Oran and entered their resting time.
The candy chessboard was still set aside, and a cat sat nearby, preventing flying insects or birds from approaching it.
As for mice, if there were a group of cats in mech suits living in the royal city and mice were still active there, then everyone would have to admire the courage of those mice.
"Hmm, nothing major happened; it was just this Marine gentleman who brought a little trouble.
Is your training finished today? If so, let's start the game you didn't finish this morning.
Vice Admiral Garp, you shouldn't mind, right?"
"Of course, feel free.
I'll just enjoy the scenery here."
Garp saw the telescope on the nearby terrace.
As a king, it seemed reasonable to him to overlook the entire country through certain equipment, so he walked over and idly looked around.
New Piltover, under construction, referenced the original Piltover to some extent.
While not identical, there were many similarities in layout and such.
Originally, Garp was just passing the time, but he really did see something: his good disciple Kuzan seemed to be doing something special at the moment.
Although both came from Zephyr's special training camp, and Kuzan was the one with the friendliest relationship with Zephyr, the one who helped Kuzan the most was not Zephyr, but Garp.
Zephyr laid Kuzan's foundation, while Garp continued to train Kuzan further.
Through the telescope, Garp could only see Kuzan's movements but couldn't hear what he was saying.
And as he turned his gaze towards Kuzan, something special was also unfolding.
Firefly Island had more than one port.
If it wasn't for bulk cargo, there was no need to necessarily use the deep-water port in District Seven, but merchant ships, whether entering or exiting the country, had to undergo an inspection.
Not long ago, while waiting for the ship to be repaired, Kuzan came to a nearby dock, where a man who looked like a merchant was trying to bribe someone.
"It's nothing much, as you can see, just let us go straight in."
Such things were common at docks on various islands; usually, a few tens of thousands of Berries could make the guards relax their vigilance, but this was Piltover, and many places were led by androids.
Human social niceties simply didn't work with them.
If there's no problem, why are you trying to bribe? Bribery definitely means your goods are substandard and must be thoroughly inspected.
More critically, a police cat suddenly let out a quite piercing cry when approaching the cargo.
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