A Day in the Pirate World

"The point is, the nobles don't have to pay taxes. All the taxes will be distributed to us, and then the nobles will pick up a layer. In this way, we will go out to sea to catch fish and come back for nothing, without a penny."

"According to me, since we can't survive, we can't make them feel better!" A strange color flashed in Damon's eyes, and then turned scarlet.

The tavern suddenly became silent, and not everyone had the courage to resist the nobles.

Damon gulped down the wine, slapped the table and stood up.

With a height of nearly three meters, he stood out from the crowd, and he looked around the dozens of fishermen.

"You know, the tax officer is coming this afternoon!"

"At that time, among you sitting here, who can afford to pay the tax."

These words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back. Under the influence of alcohol, many people began to echo Damon's words.

The two people who had made eye contact with Damon nodded their heads invisibly, and said quickly: "Damn it, it's better to go to sea and become a pirate than to have no way out here."

"Yes, there is still a chance to fight. If you can't pay the tax, the guns in the hands of those aristocratic lords are no joke."

In the entire tavern, except for Old York, who had been busy from the beginning, leaning on the counter and watching coldly, all the people became agitated and irritable.

Like a pile of gunpowder gathered together, as long as a little spark appears on it.

It will explode with a bang!

At this moment, no one actually knew that similar things were happening in many places throughout the capital of Oviere.

In taverns in various places, gathering places in slums, and wherever there are places that are almost unable to survive, various leading things will appear.

It's like there is a big hand behind it, connecting all these places into a thread and weaving a big net.

Storm is coming!

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In the tavern of Old York, the fishermen, whose emotions had already been ignited, returned to their residence drunkenly.

Only the last fuse is needed now, and this undercurrent of surging city will completely erupt.

It is difficult to predict what changes will occur at that time.

The burly man Damon also left the entrance of the tavern drunk, and not long after, two young-looking fishermen also left the entrance of the tavern.

The three of them seemed to have no intersection, they walked their own paths, and then converged on the same road after they were far away from people's sight.

Passing through dark alleys one after another, they appeared at the door of inconspicuous taverns one after another.

He knocked rhythmically on the dilapidated door, and a thin person inside opened the door to let people in.

After walking down the long passage, a huge space tavern with a unique cave inside appeared in front of you.

There are already people like Damon appearing here in twos and threes.

After Damon appeared, he greeted a few familiar people, and walked to the bar with ease.

Inside the bar was a white-faced, beardless man, with his smooth golden hair combed back. He was wearing a clean dress, as if he was going to a reception.

No matter how you dress and your temperament, it doesn't match this place.

At first glance, one would think that this is a very delicate man.

The man looked less than thirty years old, and his height was only [-] meters.

But Damon, who was close to three meters, seemed cautious in front of him, and Damon lowered his stature in front of the counter.

Half lying on the counter, Damon completely lost the appearance of being drunk before, and said respectfully: "Captain, the matter has been settled, and the good show in the afternoon is just a matter of time."

"Oh, well done!"

The man's voice is soft, with a unique charm that can make people feel at ease.

He wiped the cup in his hand and nodded appreciatively.

"The dawn of freedom is about to shine here, how about a 'Tequila Sunrise'?"

Although it was a question sentence, the non-stop movements of the hands had already begun to be deployed.

The gentle-looking man's eyes and movements are focused, as if he has completed a remarkable work.

The point is that bartending in a tuxedo is originally a weird way, but the unexpected harmony of the man in front of him even makes people feel that it should be so.

Have to say there's something about this dude known as the Captain.

Damon didn't dare to disturb, and waited quietly for the man to put a glass of cocktail with a warm color, like the color that shines at sunrise, on the counter.

"Thank you Captain!"

"Well, let's go down."

Damon bowed respectfully to the man who was younger than him before leaving with the wine.

He joined the Cocktail Pirates half a year ago. At that time, he was just a capable fisherman. Apart from fishing and drinking, he had no other activities every day.

It wasn't until this man appeared in front of him that he realized that there were other pursuits in life, instead of just waiting to die and being oppressed for the rest of his life.

So he joined this pirate group without hesitation, even though this pirate group is not well-known in the new world.

But he always believed that Captain Lore would be famous in the sea one day.