A Day in the Pirate World

Not to mention there are 3 three-way zones.

However, that was all in the past.

This kind of practice of raising tigers to infestation is simply brain-dead in Mo Sen's view. You have a base that is far away in the sky and you have to obey the orders of the world government in everything. It is simply stupid.

The world government lets those non-member countries fend for themselves, and the navy doesn't control it?

Pirates are not fools, they will definitely flood into these places wantonly.

This is a breeding ground for crime.

Simply ridiculous!

How can others sleep on the side of the couch?

No wonder pirates can't stop twisting and killing.

There are those group of things whose minds are full of shit, it's no wonder they can kill them all.

However, this has nothing to do with me being a dawdler.

Just take good care of your own one-third of an acre of land, and there is nothing you can do for other places.

Once you get familiar with everything about the base, it's time to clean up the rubbish within the range.

He and old man Garp wouldn't take orders from those stupid bastards.

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The Kingdom of Scandinavia within the range of the g-3 base is a rather peculiar place in the New World. It is a country where winter is experienced all year round, including the island where the capital city of the kingdom, Ovieille, and its affiliated island chains are numerous. mountainous terrain.

Due to the impact of the environment and landforms, only a small number of areas here can grow some cold-resistant crops, and the meat can barely be self-sufficient, and the food, vegetables, and fruits are basically imported from the outside world.

Even though this is a skiing and hot spring tourist resort, there are still quite a few people in a situation where they can't get enough food and clothing.

This is still in the capital of the kingdom, Ovie, not to mention the lives of residents of other island chains.

Scandinavia is a big fishery country, although most countries in the world have well-developed fisheries.

However, due to the special landforms of Scandinavia, all kinds of fish and shrimp here taste very fat, and it is a pillar industry known as tourism.

As one of the member countries of the world government, the Scandinavian kingdom has nobles from different places come here to relax all year round.

Recently, however, the kingdom has been filled with an atmosphere of repression and uneasiness as before a volcanic eruption.

Anyone who is a little sensitive can feel this abnormal restlessness.

This depressive atmosphere is even more obvious in the fringe area of ​​the capital of Auvier.

The royal capital of Ovie is also a city with distinct classes. Although it does not completely lift up the nobles like the Kingdom of Goa, the city's architecture still clearly distinguishes the nobles from the common people and the poor.

The most fringe area of ​​Wangcheng is actually separated from Wangcheng, forming a small fishing village.

This is Rio, which is the largest fishing ground in the entire kingdom. It is said that in such a place, people's life should be relatively affluent, at least the problem of food and clothing is not a big problem.

In fact, most of the people here are living a difficult life.

In a dilapidated tavern in the village, unlike usual, this is a good time to go fishing. Most of the fishermen are drinking dull wine in the tavern.

"Old York, bring me another glass of Absolut vodka, bastard, the wine here is getting worse and worse."

The one who spoke was a bearded man who looked to be in his 30s. He had a bigger figure than the others in the tavern, and he looked like a wild bear.

"Damon, you bastard, you can slander me, but you must not slander my wine, or don't blame me for throwing you out."

Old York was a cripple, with a disheveled beard and hair, and eyes that were often sleepy.

Many people said that this old thing used to be a big pirate who retired here after his leg was cut off.

A large cup was placed in front of Damon, he shrank his head without retorting, and took a sip of the high-strength vodka.

He looked around with scarlet eyes and took a drink.

He cursed harshly: "What kind of world is riding a horse? People who work hard can't get enough to eat, and those noble gentlemen who don't do anything are all fat and big ears. I'm almost thirty and don't even have a woman , They can exchange whatever they want, and we have to work hard to earn money for them.”

In the end, her eyes were all red.

"Pooh!"

Spit on the ground.

As if some switch was turned on all of a sudden, the other fishermen in the tavern also started talking.

"You're not yet thirty years old, I'm still a bachelor at fifty." On another shabby table, an old man who seemed to be believed even at the age of 70 said.

"Don't talk about those useless ones. If things go on like this, we will all have no way out. My kid hasn't had a full meal for a week." A middle-aged man with a weathered face said worriedly.

"That's right. Originally, we risked our lives and went out to sea to catch fish, which was just enough to make a living. Now there is another shit tax."

"Hey, isn't that a shit tax!" Damon slapped the table and cursed in a low voice.

"It is said that the reason for this tax levy issued by our 'wise' Majesty the King is that one of his sled dogs fell ill, and the doctor did not take care of him. As a result, the dog died, and His Majesty the King wanted to bury it. What kind of funeral tax was promulgated."

"We are not as good as a dead dog alive, what the hell..."

Someone else answered.