Chapter 460 Special Island
"Okay, then General Zhan Guo, please write me a note. I will go back today and prepare the supplies, and set sail tomorrow."
Vic thought a lot but didn't say much. Although he felt that something was wrong with this matter, he now wanted to leave the Navy Headquarters more.
Not only to stay away from the slave riots that might happen at any time in the Holy Land, but also to take Rebecca and the others out to gain more experience. After all, there is still the hurdle of Big Mom waiting.
Vic was afraid that the incident in the Holy Land would break out before he left the Navy Headquarters. At that time, he would most likely be sent there to suppress the slave rebellion. He is fast, strong, and close to the enemy. Who else would they send if not you?
Vic would like all these slaves to escape, and he is asked to suppress them? What a joke, he can't do such a thing. It's not good to just send you there without doing anything, so it's better to stay away. Vic has no plan to go to Mary Joa to contact Yim yet.
Afterwards, Zhan Guo said some encouraging words to Vic, telling him that if he needed information, he could just call the intelligence department at any time.
Sengoku has already given instructions. It is not easy for Vic to find the whereabouts of those pirates by himself. He needs the help of the navy's huge intelligence agency.
In addition, given the time span, it is impossible for them to wait for you in one place, so intelligence is particularly important. Vic said goodbye to the two of them and left the headquarters building.
After leaving the high-rise building, Vic did not go directly back to the beach, but went directly to the warship assigned to him and asked the marines on standby on the ship to drive the warship to the port. Then he took the list issued by Zhan Guo to find the logistics personnel to arrange supplies for the warship.
No one made things difficult for Vic. The logistics manager was quite polite to Vic and was a considerate man. After arranging these matters, Vic used the secret telepathy of his observation skills to call Barnett over and asked him to watch the supplies throughout the process.
From now on, Vic plans to let this royal butler handle these matters. He is too lazy to worry about these trivial matters. The best thing to do is to save time for more practice. Now is not the time to treat sailing as a leisurely trip.
Afterwards, Vic returned to the beach cabin and told Rebecca and the others about sailing tomorrow. They were all very excited and couldn't wait. Vic asked them to pack everything they needed to take on the boat as they had to set off early tomorrow morning.
Only Dashiqi had a look of reluctance in her eyes. She knew that Vic and the others would not take her with them. After Vic and the others left, she would be alone again. This period of time was the happiest time for her. There was someone to play with her every day. But she was still a child after all, and there were many things that she could not control.
Vic said something to a few people and left the beach with a few bottles of wine. He didn't have much to pack. Most of the important and commonly used things were placed in the dimensional space. Rebecca and the others didn't care where Vic went and started packing up happily.
Vic doesn't have many acquaintances in the headquarters, as most of them are outside. The only person with whom he can drink in the headquarters is the swordsmith master Allen.
Although Vic and Allen had not known each other for long, they both had a good impression of this master who was dedicated to the art of sword-forging. The two of them had jointly created two large swords and they became friends.
During this period, Alan came to see him several times, either to discuss sword-forging skills with him or to drink with him. Vic also just found out that Alan is still an old alcoholic, so he still has to say goodbye when he leaves the headquarters this time.
"Busy now?"
Vic came to the forging workshop where Allen was, and asked knowingly while looking at Allen who was busy.
After Allen put down the work in his hands, Vic threw a bottle of wine over to him. In fact, at Allen's age, he basically didn't need to do it himself. He usually did guidance work. It was just that after communicating with Vic during this period of time, he had some new insights, and he wanted to practice it during this period.
"Let's go! Let's talk over there."
Alan took the wine and took a look at it. A smile immediately appeared on his face. He said something to Vic, took off his gloves and walked in one direction. The forging workshop was too noisy, the temperature was high, and it smelled of sweat. It was definitely not a place to drink and chat.
The other swordsmiths looked at the two men's departing backs with envy on their faces, mainly envy of Allen. Vic was the object of their admiration, and this was also thanks to Allen.
Whenever there was any news about Vic in the newspaper, Allen would publicize it in the workshop, especially the two knife attacks that Vic stabbed into Golden Lion and Barrett, which made Allen crazy.
The strange thing is that the photo of Vic's knife was taken too clearly in the newspaper, and Allen would talk to everyone about it for a long time. This led to the people in the workshop being extremely familiar with Vic's deeds. The more they knew about it, the more they admired him. He had strong fighting power and superb knife forging skills. Who wouldn't love him?
"Old man! I'm going to lead the team out to sail tomorrow, so I came to tell you."
Vic smiled and said something then sat down on the ground opposite to Alan. He clinked the bottle in his hand with the bottle in Alan's hand and then tilted his head back and took a big gulp.
Alan, who was sitting on the chair, was not even as tall as Vic, who was sitting on the ground. He was just a skinny old man. After Vic touched the bottle of wine, he took a small sip, then smacked his lips with a look of satisfaction.
"Aren't you eager to go out? Just as you wish!"
Allen said nonchalantly that as a vice admiral of the Marine Headquarters, Vic's most valuable position would be in carrying out missions. It would be a waste to keep him in the headquarters. The headquarters has old and powerful veteran marines guarding it. Vic is at the age where he should fight outside and should not stay in the headquarters.
"Well! I will leave early tomorrow morning, so I won't come to say goodbye to you. You don't have to see me off. Don't get tired walking on the way with your old arms and legs. I don't care about those empty formalities. You can make more contributions to the navy if you live a few more years."
Vic took another sip of wine, raised his hand to wipe the wine stains from the corners of his mouth, and teased Alan. He really didn't care about those who were polite and was quite casual, but he still understood the basic etiquette of the world.
"You little brat! Are you cursing me? I can kill a cow with my current health, so a few steps is nothing. But even if you ask me to take you there, I won't go. Isn't it better to have a good night's sleep? You don't even care about breakfast."
Allen said disdainfully, and took a sip of wine after that. Allen's physical fitness cannot be said to be very good in this world, but it is not to the point where he will be exhausted to death by walking. He still needs a good body to be a blacksmith all year round. This is Vic's ridicule without wanting to be too polite.
"By the way, let me tell you something. Before my master died, he told me that there is an island in the New World that may contain all the rare metals that have ever appeared in this world!"
After Alan finished drinking, he seemed to remember something and after hesitating, he spoke to Vic.