days in the world of pirates

Mo Sen listened to the bandits' stories without any wavering in his eyes.

The people at the Waste Terminal lived in misery, but he had seen things even worse than this.

If you look at the entire world, which kingdom does not have gloomy slums?

The saying that poor people must be hateful is not entirely true, nor is it entirely wrong.

What turned them into paupers was the nobles who came from above. They did not have the courage to show their claws and claws to those nobles. Instead, they gave all their ferocity to people like themselves, and they were more ferocious than the nobles.

This kind of thing happens everywhere and is nothing new.

As long as there is class, there will be oppression.

This is an unbreakable truth everywhere, and it is also the result of human nature.

Of course, there is no need to tell these truths to these bandits who live less than three hours a day.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

After leaving the jungle, you can see the waste terminal.

This place is a hundred times filthier than what we saw in the plot. The smell of all kinds of strange garbage and fermentation is mixed with the stench of excrement that can be seen everywhere. All the unpleasant smells are mixed together, and it is almost overwhelming.

I vomited out the overnight meal.

Mo Sen frowned. Unless he was fighting, he didn't want to accidentally win a big prize.

He took out a few Pele cards from his pocket, handed them to the two bandits, and waved them back.

He pressed down the peaked cap on his head and tightened his black sunglasses. Still wearing beach clothes, he jumped up carrying two packages.

【Moonstep】

Mo Sen has no interest in playing the trick of pretending to be a pig, eating a tiger and being slapped in the face.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

He doesn't want his identity to be exposed here either.

Of course, trouble like this can be avoided if possible.

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, and due to the obstruction of the dust and garbage dump at the waste terminal, no one found his traces. Even if someone did see him, they might think they were dazzled.

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

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The central street of Gao Town in Goa Kingdom.

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

I have to say that when it comes to hygiene alone, Gao Zhen has gone to the extreme.

The glamorous aristocratic families, the bustling shopping strip, and the police everywhere on the road almost make Mawson feel like he has returned to a certain European country in today's society.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Is it really like this?

Of course...not anymore!

In such a place where classes are clearly defined, everything on the outside is whitewashed and immaculate.

On the way, Mo Sen saw a small noble being accidentally bumped into by a big noble. He was slapped in the face and did not dare to resist. Instead, he had to apologize.

Isn't it ironic that a person who is right should apologize to someone who made a mistake?

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

If I offend him...forget it, I can't milk myself!

As a very famous high-end restaurant in the central street of Gao Town, Fateless High-end Restaurant has always been praised for its craftsmanship. The five-story Gothic embossed building facing the street makes it look extraordinary.

Of course, what makes this store even more famous is his name.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Binsi Fateleis is the only son of Binsi Terrell, the Finance Minister of the Kingdom of Goa.

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

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

It’s understandable when you think about it. With such a strong background behind it, there will naturally be many people lining up to send money here.

Even the food here is more than twice as expensive as other places.

Of course, Fateles is not an idiot to serve as the Minister of Finance. The chef in his shop is the best chef in the entire Kingdom of Goa except for the royal family, so although the price here is expensive, the delicious food is somewhat worthy of his price.

It’s just debatable how many people come here just for the taste.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

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

The uppermost room is reserved exclusively for the kingdom's top brass and does not usually receive outsiders.

The next floor is the private area for the middle-level nobles of the kingdom, the third floor is where the minor nobles stay, and the second floor is the kitchen and a place for the wealthy merchants to show off.

As for the first floor, the lobby on the first floor has a hollow design and is magnificently decorated. It is not used to provide food and drinks, but is a reception place.

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It seems that this place is indeed what he asked about, and any passerby can explain it to him clearly.

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

"Hello, welcome. Do you have a reservation?"&1t;i>&1t;/i>

“Do I still need to make a reservation here?”

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

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

The self-possessed Mo Sen, coupled with the mighty big parrot on his shoulders, no one dared to despise him even if he didn't have the eyesight to see him.

Although he was wearing casual beach clothes, he was carrying two shabby-looking packages in his hands.

Yes, he is such a pushy man.

The female greeter at the door said with a troubled face: "If you don't have a reservation, what do you have in your hand..."

Mo Sen rolled his eyes at the parrot and did not embarrass the waitress in front of him. He said to her: "Take me to find someone here who can talk to you."

The person in charge was a short, fat, middle-aged man who was the manager of the restaurant. He looked at Mawson carefully and found that he had no impression whatsoever.

He frowned and asked, "This gentleman looks a little unfamiliar. What are your orders?"

"Oh? Can't you remember all the people who ate here?"

Mo Sen suddenly realized that he had made a mistake.

It doesn't seem like the right choice to come to a noble and high-end hotel to handle your own ingredients and don't want to get into trouble by revealing your identity.

Because here we always order dishes based on our status.

But he was too lazy to look for another place. Moson opened the package in his hand and asked: "Can this kind of food be processed?"

The fat manager followed Mawson's movements and saw two bear paws the size of a washbasin lying quietly in each of the two packages.

The pupils shrank for a while, and the bear's paws were as big as a basin. One can imagine how terrifying that bear must be.

He rolled his eyes and felt a little confused: "Guests bring their own ingredients, which is really not in line with the rules..."

"Can't you?"

The fat manager rolled his eyes, gritted his teeth, and said as if he had made up his mind: "There is indeed a way. I think the customer has four here, so why not sell two to our store, and the customer can use two for himself, so I can

I have some explanations from above.”

Mo Sen suddenly laughed. Sure enough, these characters should not be underestimated. How could fools in the plot be encountered everywhere.

Each abacus is better than the last.

"What if, I say no?"