days in the world of pirates

There are 2 world government affiliated countries and 3 non-world government affiliated countries within the g-3 base.

These three non-member countries will not enjoy the right to naval asylum.

In other words, let it fend for itself.

The forms of countries and islands in the New World can be roughly divided into three categories.

One is a country that is a member of the World Government and is protected by the World Government.

The second is a country that is not a member of the World Government but is protected by the Four Emperors.

The third country is the most turbulent country in the New World. They are neither a member of the World Government nor protected by the Four Emperors.

Some of these countries were expelled from the world government by the Celestial Dragons because they could not afford the heavenly gold, and became no-mind zones. Therefore, they became paradises for crime. Whitebeard lived in such a place when he was young.

There are also some countries that are so powerful that they do not need the protection of the world government, such as Elbaf, the country of giants.

Because of the power of the Whitebeard Pirates and the environment in which he lived in his childhood, he actually protected many non-franchised countries.

But being within the confines of a naval base, he still had more than enough to do.

These places are often home to groups of ambitious people who are unwilling to give in.

Mawson put down the information in his hands. The complex form of the new world was indeed beyond his expectation.

Within the scope of its own base alone, there are two world government affiliated countries and their affiliated island chains.

Not to mention there are 3 no-no zones.

However, that was all in the past.

This approach of raising tigers for disasters is simply stupid in Mawson's opinion. You have a base far away for a long time and yet you still 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, but the navy doesn't control it?

Pirates are not fools and will definitely flock to these places in large numbers.

This is a breeding ground for crime.

Simply ridiculous!

How can we allow others to snore on the side of the bed?

No wonder the pirates can't stop killing them all.

It's weird that they can kill all those people who have shit in their heads.

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

As long as you take care of your own three-thirds of an acre of land, there is nothing else you can do to help.

Once you're familiar with everything in the base, it's time to clean up the trash in the area.

He and old man Garp will not obey the orders of those idiots.

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The Kingdom of Scandinavia within the scope of the G-3 base is a rather peculiar place in the New World. It is a country with winter all year round, including the island where the capital of the kingdom, Ovie, and its affiliated island chains are located.

Mountainous area.

Due to the influence of the environment and landforms, only a few areas here can grow some cold-resistant crops. Meat is barely self-sufficient. Food, vegetables, fruits, etc. are basically all imported from the outside.

Even though this is a skiing and hot spring tourist resort, there are still many people who are unable to provide basic food and clothing.

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

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

However, due to the special landforms of Scandinavia, the various fish and shrimps here are very delicious, and it is a pillar industry along with tourism.

As one of the participating countries of the World Government, the Kingdom of Scandinavia has nobles from different places coming here to relax and vacation all year round.

However, recently, the kingdom has been filled with a depressing and uneasy atmosphere, like before a volcano erupted.

Anyone who is even slightly sensitive can feel this unusually restless aura.

In the fringes of the royal capital of Ovie, this depressing atmosphere is even more obvious.

The royal capital of Ovie is also a city with distinct classes. Although it is not as complete as the Kingdom of Goa, where the nobles are held high, the city's buildings still clearly distinguish the nobles from the common people and the poor.

The most fringe area of ​​the Royal City is actually separated from the Royal City and has become a small fishing village.

This is Rio, the largest fishing ground in the entire kingdom. It is said that in a place like this, people's lives should be relatively prosperous, at least not solving the problem of food and clothing.

In fact, most people here have a difficult life.

In a dilapidated tavern in the village, what is different from usual is that this is a good time to go fishing. Most of the fishermen are drinking in the tavern.

"Old York, give me another glass of Absolut Vodka, bastard, the wine you drink here is getting worse and worse."

The speaker was a bearded man who looked to be in his thirties. He had a burlier build than the others in the tavern and looked like a savage bear.

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

Old York was a lame man with a messy beard and head, and his eyes often looked like he was awake.

Many people say that this old guy used to be a big pirate who retired here after having one of his legs cut off.

A large cup was placed in front of Damon. He shrank his head without replying, and took a hard gulp of the highly concentrated vodka.

He looked around with scarlet eyes and took a drink.

He cursed harshly: "What kind of world is this? The hard-working people don't have enough to eat, and those noble gentlemen who do nothing are all fat and big-eared. I'm almost thirty and don't even have a woman."

, they can change it however they want, and we have to work hard to make money by fishing for them."

At the end of the sentence, his eyes were all red.

"Pooh!"

A spittle fell on the ground.

As if a switch was suddenly turned on, other fishermen in the tavern also started chatting.

"You're not even thirty yet. I'm fifty and I'm still a bachelor." On another shabby table, an old man who seemed to be believed even if he said he was 70 years old spoke.

"Don't talk about those useless things. If things continue like this, we will have no way to survive. My kid hasn't had a full meal in a week." A middle-aged man with a weathered face said worriedly.

"That's right. Originally, we risked our lives by going out to sea to catch fish, which was enough to survive, but now there's this bullshit tax."

"Hey, isn't it a bullshit tax?" Damon slammed the table and cursed in a low voice.

"It is said that the reason why our 'wise' King issued this tax levy order this time was because one of his sled dogs was sick, and the doctor did not take care of him. As a result, the dog died. His Majesty the King wanted to give it a good burial.

That’s why this funeral tax was enacted.”

"We are worse off than a dead dog, what the hell..."

Someone else answered.

"The key point is that the nobles don't have to pay taxes. All the taxes are shared with us, and then the nobles take away one layer. In this way, we go out to sea to catch fish and come back all in vain, and we don't have a penny."

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

The tavern suddenly became silent. Not everyone had the courage to resist the nobles.

Damon drank a big gulp of wine, slapped the table and stood up.

At nearly three meters tall, he stood out from the crowd. He looked around at the dozens of fishermen around him.

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

"When the time comes, which one of you sitting here can afford to pay the tax?"

This sentence was 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 invisibly and said quickly: "Fuck it, it's better to go to sea and become a pirate than to have no way to survive here."

"Yes, there is still a chance to give it a try. If you can't pay the taxes, the guns in the hands of those aristocratic lords' lackeys are no joke."

In the entire tavern, except for Old York, who had been busy from the beginning, leaning on the counter and watching with cold eyes, everyone became excited and irritable.

It's like a pile of gunpowder gathered together, as long as a little spark appears on it.

It will explode with a 'boom'!

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

In pubs in various places, gathering places in slums, and wherever there are people who are about to die, various guidance things will appear.

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

Storm is coming!