Marie Joa.

Inside the general's office.

A certain admiral in a yellow striped suit sneezed twice in succession. He put away the newspaper in his hand and drank the tea in one gulp.

He raised his head and glanced at the time, scratched his head and said: "There are still five minutes left, but what's the matter with that sudden feeling just now? I'm going to get off work soon. I should be fine~"

Fortunately, five minutes passed and nothing happened.

A certain general breathed a sigh of relief and said to himself in his usual tone of voice: "It's really strange. Why do I always feel like someone is doing something behind my back...

Forget it, never mind, it’s already off work time now, even if something happens, it has nothing to do with me.”

Muttering in his mouth, he stood up, tidied up his clothes a little, and walked out of the office.

Oh, get off work card!

I, Kizaru, never work overtime.

…

Mawson didn't know that the monkey he complained about had already clocked out of get off work on time, so he went around and found a place where he could stay.

If nothing unexpected happens, he should have guests to entertain tonight.

Therefore, he specially chose a very quiet place with a yard.
Chapter completed!