Pirates: One Way All the Way

"Yuba?" The tightly wrapped young man glanced at Moza, who was obviously younger than him, in surprise.

"Yes!"

The man looked back, but the passenger was young. This kind of thing was not worth his effort to understand. He just said plainly: "Ten thousand Baileys, the food and drink will be solved by yourself."

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"OK, thanks."

The unbridled play of late has given Mosa a feeling of traveling across the country in a former university life.

Although he has lived for a long time and has a certain social status, Mosa still does not know how to compare the economy of this world with the previous life.

In fact, the composition of the world and even the productivity of values ​​are so far apart that it is impossible to compare.

For example, in the past life, the price of a normal newspaper in China is generally one yuan, while the price of a newspaper in this world is one hundred baileys.

But the difference is that the newspapers of this world have to travel across the ocean to sell them with specially trained birds—and there are people or beasts who hunt these news birds, some for money, some for food.

Therefore, newspapers of a world nature, which are monopolized by huge losses, are expensive.

The meat from the previous life was already a very common ingredient. One kilogram of pork in China was about 20 to 30 yuan, and even the better parts were only 50 to 60 yuan per kilogram.

But in this world, such things as meat are barely considered luxury accessories. One kilogram of ordinary local meat often ranges from five hundred to more than one thousand Baileys.

Another example is Zoro's purchase of knives in Rogge Town. The minimum is 50,000 knives placed at random - although he found the three generations of ghosts very defiantly...

However, as a world where the technology tree is crooked, the weapons here are still extremely precious. 50,000 is not a small number, and it is close to the full net worth of ordinary civilians.

Because of the conflict between the concepts of the two worlds, Mosa has not yet constructed a complete economic concept.

But 10,000 Baileys are still very cheap to follow the big caravan.

Mosa is satisfied...

So Moza left this little oasis without a name with a bag bigger than him and a bucket.

......

The camel bell swayed gently, and the yellow sand was hot.

A caravan walked with difficulty on the hot yellow sand in the scorching hot air, leaving a trace that would soon dissolve and a distorted figure.

Although he is a native of this country who has lived for generations, it is not enough to ignore the power of the desert, a restricted area of ​​life, and the entire caravan is struggling. Except for a certain lieutenant colonel who skipped class...

Mossa said that it was really stupid to have been using flying in the desert before.

Moza felt that he was slowly walking on the desert now, and the whole person began to reflect this desert. He could feel the breath of the desert, the pulse of the desert. It was obviously an extremely hot climate, but in his perception, it was the most suitable temperature, and the climate—even on a cold night, was just as comfortable.

When he takes a step, there is no situation in which his footsteps are obstructed by the flow of sand to obstruct his walking under normal circumstances. On the contrary, every step he takes, the sand under his feet will give him a moderate-sized auxiliary force, making him seem to be leisurely walking. Garden walks, not desert walks in the forbidden zone of life.

Mosa, who was immersed in this wonderful feeling, felt a hurricane hitting him, so he whispered softly. "got windy."

"Ah? What did you say?" asked the person next to him.

"I said, the wind is blowing." Mosa chuckled, revealing eight white teeth.

The other party rolled his eyes, "Hey, how could it be..."

After ten minutes...

"The wind is blowing!!!" came the guard's roar from the front.

The entire caravan suddenly became noisy.

"Hey... true or false..."

......

Juba.

Is that right here?

After more than two decades, only the ruins of the great oasis of Alabasta remain.

Mosa lifted his scarf and looked at the famous big oasis city in front of him.

Following the caravan, there was no robbery by sand thieves, no natural disasters, and no rare beasts. Moza arrived at Juba safely.

Mosa took the initiative to leave the caravan while fast-forwarding into the city.

At first Mosa was still bored that he had not had an interesting accident. It was only later that he remembered that now he is not the only one who can play unscrupulously.

For the ordinary people around him in the caravan, those interesting accidents that Mosa seems to have often cost them precious lives.

Although it is only a very common relationship, but under the education of his kind father, the Admiral Black Arm Zefa of the Navy Headquarters, Moza also subtly "As a navy, protect the civilians who are unable to protect themselves. It's just right." This is the "normal" code of conduct, so Moosa is thankful that he didn't encounter anything "interesting" along the way.

......

"Crack it!" Walking in the cool city of Yuba, Mosa looked around at the rare green city in this desert country, while nibbling on the fruit he just bought on the roadside.

Mosa found that he liked to eat the fruit of Alabasta, whether it was because it was the fruit grown in the desert climate.

Well... the city of Juba...

first impression.

bustling.

It seems that all the merchants from Alabasta have come here. The prosperity of Yuba is far from comparable to that of Katwina. No, it should be said that Katwina does not have the qualifications to compare with Yuba at all, and the two sides are not comparable.

second impression.

life.

This green city in the yellow sand is full of vitality, people have sincere smiles on their faces, and every breath seems to be able to inhale the breath of life.

third impression...

The fruit is so delicious...  

Can't make it up...

I'm not a journalist or writer, I didn't start writing novels...

Heart block (???ω???)

Speaking of which, what will happen to the real situation of the Neferutari family? ... [Mosa continues to put in the air ...]

It won't be as weak as in the "original plot" for sure.

Icarim... How could he be weak enough to be the captain of the palace guard and be defeated by some small people casually, even if he was in the position just because he needed it~www.readwn.com~ It wouldn't be too weak, or else What a shame.

There is also Falcon Bell, the deputy captain of the palace guard... This so-called first warrior must be a fraud, but it was beaten by Robin... It shouldn't be true... .The plot needs it... After all, Robin was also a boss at that time...

Jackal Jaka, who is also the vice-captain of the Royal Palace Guard... is also weak and has nothing to say... But anyway, his performance is better than that of Bell the Falcon...

Speaking of which, the jackal turned out to be the form of the dog fruit, so why does Sebatus say that he is the wolf wolf fruit and the **** form of the jackal... Aren't wolves and dogs both canines... disturbing......

Would you like to meet these guys?

According to Neferutali Weiwei's memories and some piggybacked clips, these people are not too young, especially Ikalem, who is probably in a high position now.

Well, forget it, I just skipped work...

When the time comes, could it be said: I am the lieutenant colonel of the Alabasta naval branch who took a leave of absence to travel, that... no big deal, just want to meet a few guard captains in the kingdom...

Will be

Shame (?д?;)

Saying, Alabasta... sand crocodile...

Is Crocodile really not domineering?

It's not possible... The King's Shichibukai...

But it doesn't matter, the name of Crocodile of Sand will not appear again, and I am the one with the ability of Shasha fruit.

After Moza let go of the air, he made up for it in his wild [chaotic] ​​mind, and grinned slyly from time to time...

.........

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