A Day in the Pirate World

This is an undeniable truth no matter where you put it, and it is also the result of human nature.

Of course, there is no need to tell these bandits who spend three hours a day.

Out of the jungle, you can see the waste terminal as far as you can see.

This place is a hundred times dirtier than what you see in the plot. There are all kinds of strange smells of fermented garbage, mixed with the stench of excrement that can be seen everywhere. All the bad smells are mixed together. Spit out the overnight meal.

Mo Sen frowned. If it wasn't for fighting, he didn't want to accidentally win a big prize.

He took a few Baileys from his pocket, handed them to the bandits, and waved them back.

Pressing down on the peaked cap on his head, and tightening the black toad sunglasses, he was still in beach attire and jumped up with two packages.

【Moon step】

Mo Sen is not interested in playing with the people here in the routine of being robbed and blackmailed by someone, and then revealing his identity, scaring the other side of the shit, this kind of routine of pretending to be a pig, eating a tiger, and beeping in the face.

He also didn't want his identity to be exposed here.

Trouble is of course avoided if it can be avoided.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have put on a hat and sunglasses to cover up his 24K pure and handsome face.

Mawson's speed was too fast, coupled with the obstruction of the dust and garbage piles at the waste terminal, no one found his trace, and even if someone saw him, they might think they were dazzled.

In a blink of an eye, he disappeared without a trace.

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Goa Kingdom High Town Center Street.

Mo Sen is leisurely looking for a place where he can study the nutritional value of ingredients for human progress.

I have to say that when it comes to sanitation alone, Gaozhen has reached the limit.

The glamorous aristocratic families, the bustling shopping belt, and the police everywhere on the road make Mo Sen almost feel like returning to a certain European country in the current society.

Is this true?

Of course...not anymore!

In such a class-clear place, all the exteriors are whitewashed and beautiful.

On the way, Mo Sen saw a small nobleman accidentally bumped into by a big nobleman, and he didn't dare to resist after being slapped, but wanted to apologize instead.

Isn't it a kind of irony that the right person should apologize to the wrong person?

However, it has nothing to do with him, as long as you don't mess with him.

If you offend him... Forget it, you can't milk yourself!

As a well-known high-end restaurant on the central street of Gaozhen, Fartles High-end Restaurant has always been praised for its craftsmanship. The 5-story Gothic relief building on the street makes it look extraordinary.

Of course, what makes the store even more famous is his name.

Binns Fartles is the only son of Bins Traill, Minister of Finance of the Kingdom of Goa.

A place that can be named after the son of the Minister of Finance is naturally very noble, and the people who can enter and leave here are naturally either rich or noble.

It was time for lunch, and the whole restaurant seemed very lively.

It's understandable when you think about it. With such a strong background behind it, many people will naturally line up to give money here.

Even the food here is more than double the price of other places.

Of course, Fartles is not an idiot to be the Minister of Finance. The chef in his restaurant is the best chef in the entire Goa Kingdom except for the royal family, so although the price here is expensive, the delicious food is also slightly worthy of his price.

Just how many people come here for his taste is debatable.

The layout of the entire hotel is exactly the same as Gaozhen, distributed in the shape of a pyramid.

The rooms on the top floor are specially reserved for the high-level officials of the kingdom, and they usually do not receive foreign guests at all.

The next floor is the private plot of middle-class nobles in the kingdom, the third floor is where the minor nobles stay, and the second floor is the kitchen and the place where the rich merchants use to show off.

As for the first floor, the hall on the first floor is hollowed out and decorated magnificently. It is not used for catering, but a reception place.

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It seems that this place is indeed like what he inquired about, and any passerby can tell him the truth here.

When Mo Sen was standing at the gate, someone helped to open the gate and bowed to invite him in.

"Hello, welcome, do you have a reservation?"

"Do you still need to make a reservation here?"

It was not Mawson who made the sound, but the parrot on his shoulder.

In order not to cause trouble, the old demon behind him turned into a parrot and stood on his shoulders after he arrived in Gaozhen.

Mo Sen, who is not angry and arrogant, and the big parrot on his shoulders, even those who have no eyesight dare not despise him.

Although he was dressed in casual beach attire, he was carrying two shabby-looking packages in his hand.