Chapter 56 Cultivation Plan

  Hobodi returned to the intelligence room, drove away the two soldiers guarding Monet at the door, and closed the door.

  "Monet, how's the situation?"

  "It's so simple. It's unbelievable that you've found someone who can't even do something this easy after searching for so long." Mona took off her glasses, put the file on the office desk, sat down on Hobody's lap with a bias, and fidgeted with her fingers.

  "I'm starting to suspect that finding a secretary is just an excuse for you~" Monet slipped one hand into Hobardy's pants and provoked, "Isn't this what you really want?"

  "Don't lump me in with you." Hobodi's face darkened, and he pulled his hand away, changing the subject: "Now I'm going to make a plan for the next two years. Take a look and help me arrange it."

  "Oh?"

  "We now have 500 million Beli in our hands, no naming knives, no weapons, purely as cultivation funds."

  "That's a huge sum, enough to hire an entire training team. I'll take note!" Monet picked up the pen and paper, writing as he spoke: "Excellent nutritionists paired with chefs, physical trainers who understand the body, doctors who can accurately calculate human physiology... all of these will be necessary. Of course, with a budget of 500 million, we can also acquire some rare medicinal herbs on the black market. I've heard that in some countries, kings will arrange for their heirs to bathe in expensive medicinal herbs from a young age to enhance their potential. What do you think?"

  "You arrange these. Also, the branch's tasks! Let the people feel at ease, basically patrol at least once a month, about three to four days each time. Hand over documents and such for you to manage."

  "No problem, patrolling can also serve as actual combat training. Of course, the East Sea, being the weakest of the seas, probably won't have any monsters existing there. I just checked the intelligence room's data, and currently, the only ones that can provide their masters with actual combat experience are probably Buggy the Clown and Don Krieg." Mona said.

  "No, you're wrong on that point. Actual combat training doesn't distinguish between strong and weak, it's about treating your opponent as an equal enemy, which is extremely hard to find. Also, have you read the data on Kuro, captain of the Black Cat Pirates? And what about the intelligence on Fishman Island?"

  "Hmm." Monet put his glasses back on, got up from Hobody's leg, searched the bookshelf for a while, and took out two stacks of documents to place in front of Hobody: "I have made an interesting discovery. Look at these documents!"

  "Captain Clo is arrested!" "East Sea Axeman Monka promoted to Colonel!"

  "Are there any questions about these two documents?"

  "Of course. A year ago, Mocca wasn't even a commander, but the newspapers reported that he single-handedly defeated the Black Cat Pirates and captured their captain. He rose to his position purely on merit. But here's the strange part: the remnants of the Black Cat Pirates have been lurking around the waters near Jace Island."

  "What does this mean?"

  "Generally speaking, in the pirate's code of conduct, when a captain is defeated, it will be taken over by the captain's deputy or other officers. Some choose to continue the development of the original captain, some abandon and take advantage of the situation, and some value loyalty and want to save. However, the behavior of the Black Cat Pirates does not fall into these three categories. That's the strange part. And you put Croc's wanted poster in this newspaper, shouldn't you know where the real Croc is?"

  "Next one, please!"

  "Hmm, about the mermaid sighting. Most of the reports are around the Konami Islands, but this one... " Mona smiled mischievously: "I just so happen to know this guy's true identity."

  "Huh?"

  "A few years ago, when Jinbe was still one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea, he made a deal with the government. They released Arlong, who was originally a member of Fisher Tiger's Sun Pirates and had been imprisoned in East Blue. There is no doubt that the fish-men who witnessed this were Arlong and his crew from the Fishman Island Pirates. These guys are all from the Grand Line, and to you people from East Blue, they're like monsters."

  "Take down all of these people."

  "Oh?" Monet murmured meaningfully: "What about the rumors of Kurokodairu?"

  "I'll also take note of that. For now, no matter what position is given, it's impossible to be at peace without power, but in the future, when entering the path of greatness, position is necessary. These guys will all become my stepping stones."

  "Yes."

  "Is the arrangement going to be like this from now on?" Mona held up the paper in her hand: "The thirteen days before and after a month are all spent on training, with the middle few days responsible for patrol missions. Preparations include: training team, nutritionist, doctor, physical trainer, food, medicine."

  "No problem."

  "I estimated that with 500 million Bellis, if we don't need expensive medicine, it can last for two years or even longer. However, if we want to take long baths, the maximum would be one and a half years." Mona raised a question.

  "Hopody thought for a moment and then replied: 'Then one and a half years it is!'"

  His physical condition isn't very good. If he can improve it with medicine, giving up some of the best training time is also acceptable to Hopody.

  "You plan your training schedule recently and find those people you need! I'm going to cultivate now." Hoboldi said, got up and left.

  "Wait, master, have you forgotten something?" Mona held the pen holder in her mouth, with a very seductive posture enticing Hobardy.

  Hobadi knew what she wanted to say and turned away without looking back: "Let's talk about it tonight."

  "Ah...... I still prefer this rough and violent master~" Monet picked up the wanted poster with a clown mask on it, which had a bounty of 110,000,000 Berries.

  "Tonight I'll show you another side." Hobodi left the intelligence room.

  After Hobodi arrived at the training ground behind the base, he immediately began weight-bearing training. However, soon after, while training, he looked around at the iron fence of the training ground with a furrowed brow, deep in thought.

  "If it were that 500 million funds, I would openly hire a physical training team, and under the eyes of all soldiers, I would definitely be suspected. Although now the Navy is investigating King's identity, it will not lead to me, but why do I have so much money? It will also make the Navy suspicious."

  "It seems that an underground training facility needs to be built. And after Maret, Hobodi will have to act using the identity of King, relying on Monai's help?"

  But just like what Mate had prepared, there must be a flaw. This time Mate used his life to cover for him, next time would he use someone else's life again?

  This is too troublesome, and it will be exposed sooner or later. Hobodi always felt that he must think of a way to separate King's identity from his own, that is, let the world absolutely not associate King's identity with him.

  "If only my Devil Fruit's power could cultivate a clone like those on Earth." Hobodi gazed at the double iron bars of the fence, suddenly dazed.

  "Who says it can't be done?!"

  Hobbit's brain flashed, and immediately a pink dragon was formed. The dragon's claws grasped in the air, and soon clouds gathered from all directions. After some adjustments, the human outline made of clouds took shape.

  Hoboldi looked at the golden-yellow, faceless human-shaped cloud in front of him, shook his head, and it suddenly dissipated with a bang.

  "To create a clone, it's not enough to just have energy, this can't be sustained for more than a few seconds. The real thing must be this animal body system, only this can be fixed and prolonged, but how can this body disguise itself as me...” Hoboldi looked at his own huge 7-8 meter dragon body, and was momentarily perplexed."

  At night, after finishing his training, Hobodi returned to his residence. Monet had been waiting for a long time and didn't wait for Hobodi to say anything before pouncing on him...

  The whole night was filled with the sound of frogs croaking, a symphony of spring sounds.