I, Sakazuki, Will Not Take a Dog Easily

On the contrary, for these terrestrial races, they are accustomed to relying on facial similarity to determine kinship, which is relatively unacceptable.

Although it's just a small matter, Sakazuki has seen the real incentives behind it.

Humans have many misunderstandings and even discriminations against murlocs and mermaids. On the contrary, the island of murlocs also has indignation and disgust towards humans.

This is why he has not yet planned to touch Murloc Street, the toughest racist area.

Eliminate the external factors-human pirates, human traffickers brought about the negative impact on the fisherman street caused intensification of the situation.

As far as he knows, even most residents of Murloc Island despise and hate the children born on Murloc Street. In fact, this kind of regional discrimination still exists within the island under the general environment where the island is discriminated against by the outside.

Generally speaking, this kind of contradiction refers to the behavior of dividing people into different social classes according to race and region to treat them differently.

Even in his previous life, the Eagle Sauce, who looked like the world's first appearance, was often overwhelmed by these problems.

Known as the Mi Di, who is free and equal, discrimination against blacks and Asians is not uncommon.

How many years has it been since the initial Montgomery bus boycott?

Whites discriminate against blacks, blacks discriminate against Asians for color discrimination, economically developed regions look down on regional discrimination in remote areas, and even the ethnic groups in a country do not see each other.

But in all fairness, any country will have these problems more or less. It is precisely because of the existence of these discriminations that people see the room for progress in society and work together to change it.

They are all "normal" abnormal phenomena in a country and a pluralistic society.

This is true even in such a diversified world, and this world where social development was roughly at the level of the 16th to 17th centuries is no exception.

Sakazuki understands in my heart that even if the current security situation on Fishman Island is immediate, it is still not realistic to eradicate these racial and regional contradictions in one go.

Because this kind of thing can't be accomplished overnight.

The formation of racial discrimination is the result of time and concept, even economy, politics, and culture.

To correct this concept, it also takes time to wash and baptize and countless people of lofty ideals in this process to fight for it.

"Lieutenant General, Mr. Lindemann is in a hurry." The soldier in charge of communications hurriedly ran from the front of the team.

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ps: There is only one chapter tonight, there is still something to deal with

115. Fight with the air

"Lindeman, what's the situation on your side?" Sakazuki took the microphone in the hands of the correspondent. His 1,000 marines, excluding the two hundred people who stayed on the garrison, divided them into eight hundred-man squads.

In this period of time, all teams should be on patrol. Lindeman is undoubtedly a good hand, and it is certainly not a trivial matter to prevent him from doing things that the Lord needs to ask for instructions.

Sakazuki sinks in his heart, a variety of thoughts surfaced in his mind, and then quickly sorted out the corresponding plan: Is it possible that the civilians of Fishman Island collided with the navy?

Was it verbal abuse? Or has it developed into physical conflict? Which party did it first? Why didn't the Sea King Army come forward to stop the mediation?

Or encountered a strong enemy? Lindemann was forced to ask for help? Who is the enemy? A pirate from the Chambord Islands? Or a difficult army of human traffickers?

At the internal meeting a few days ago, he especially emphasized the need to loosen the outside and tighten the inside to draw the snake out of the hole. The worst speculation was that the extremists on Murloc Street could not hold back and launched an attack.

No matter what kind of speculation is an urgent emergency, a large number of lieutenants of the Navy headquarters are fully engaged in listening to what Lindeman will report next:

"So what, Lieutenant General, I'm outside a cafe in Coral Hill, do I need me to bring you some shellfish back?" The fox on the side of the microphone seemed to be full of leisure.

"..." Are you kidding me? !

Sakazuki was furious. Although the pirates have settled down happily these days, making the navy's grass-roots marines a little slack, this should never be a reason for a senior general to dereliction of duty during the mission.

"Fox? Are you itchy? Dare to neglect your duty during the patrol?" Sakazuki has a strong voice on the surface, but has a clear heart. Lindeman is not the kind of savage person, and there must be confidential information that needs to be passed on.

Lindeman on the other side of the phone leaned alone in a dark corner of the street, hiding his figure with a coral reef.

He glanced at the Mermaid Cafe in front of which only served shellfish and coffee. A light yellow-skinned murloc was bargaining with the clerk with his back facing them: "I buy shellfish in large quantities. Why should I give me a discount? !"

The fox smiled and passed the effective code word message over: "[Deep Sea Oyster] is a major feature of Fishman Island, I have to try it, Lieutenant General."

Because mermaids eat neither meat nor fish, shellfish and seaweed are the staple food in their daily lives.

In Sakazuki, the eyes flashed: "Since it is [Deep Sea Oyster], I will buy some and taste it when the patrol is over."

After speaking, he put down the phone and signaled to the correspondent who was still holding the phone worm: "Notify the Nautilus Corps stationed in this area of ​​the Neptune Army to take over our patrol."

"Yes!"

"The others follow me back to the warship."

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The fox swaggered into the Mermaid Café from the front door. He was thinking about how to talk to the murloc who was still bargaining at the counter. As a trafficker, he must be very alert and extremely vigilant.

In this case, the skill of talking to each other needs to be softer. Well, maybe you can use the fact that everyone likes to eat shellfish...

The thoughtful Lindeman didn't notice a figure leaping from his side.

Before he could return to his senses, a pretty mermaid waiter slammed into his arms with excitement.

"Huh?" Lindeman was caught off guard by this "sudden attack".

"You must be Mr. Lindemann!"

"Hmm! Beautiful mermaid, I'm going to suffocate!" The fox was struggling to get rid of the murder weapon with his teeth and claws. He had no impression of knowing such a beautiful young lady during his journey of life.

It was strange that he, a human navy, came in to this cafe. A mermaid took the initiative to throw her arms around, which undoubtedly aroused the strong curiosity of the masses of melon-eaters in the store.

After finally lifting his head from the soft and delicate touch, Lindemann sighed inwardly:

Well, praise the water bag!

But when I appreciate it, the fox is still confused: "Do you know me?"

"You must be Mr. Lindemann, right?" The mermaid sister looked particularly happy. "You and your team have been patrolling the area of ​​Coral Hill these days. We have already asked your names from the Sea King Army! "

"Is there anything I need to wait for the navy to do it?" Lindeman was a little surprised, he really didn't know that they were already well-known here.

"No, no, everyone is very grateful to the Navy for protecting us, how can it cause you trouble again." The mermaid with pink curly hair shook his head. Her words won the approval of most of the mermaid in the store.

The mermaid paused, staring at the admiral affectionately with a look of expectation again, her lips lightly opened: "Surely you must know the lieutenant general of Sakazuki, right?"

Lindemann frowned, he didn't want to expose information for no reason.

"We were rescued from the pirates by him in Mermaid Harbor. Is he married?" The mermaid girl happily introduced her situation.

"No," Lindeman replied smoothly, and the idiot whose mouth was quicker than his brain reacted to the shocking remarks the other party had said. "Eh?!"