days in the world of pirates

Mawson walked straight to the desk, took a cup and poured the black tea made by Karp.

Drink it all in one gulp.

"Oh? What a coincidence, we have only been here for more than a week and there is already something done for us."

Mawson did not sit down, but stood waiting for Karp to continue.

"What's going on in this Scandinavian kingdom?"

"According to the news, officials who went to various places to collect funeral taxes were killed by civilians, and then civilians in multiple places started riots at the same time..."

Bogart explained the matter to Mawson on the side, and he couldn't help but interrupt: "Wait a minute, what kind of tax is this funeral tax? How can civilians have the guts to kill kingdom officials and start riots?

Do you think those royal team members are vegetarians?"

"Even you can see that there is something wrong, so we feel that this is not an accident..."

"Hey, Bogart, you are swollen now. Even I can see that there is something wrong with you. If you don't explain it to me clearly, we will have to have a good discussion."

"My 40-meter sword is not a vegetarian, let me tell you!"

"Okay, don't make trouble, let's get down to business." Bogart accepted it. After mocking him for a moment, he stopped talking and continued to talk about what he just said: "The funeral tax is levied for the king's dog!"

"The king's beloved dog was sick and the treatment failed. The king wanted to give his dog a grand burial, but he was reluctant to spend his own money, so he thought of a way, as you often say, called the public...

…What’s all this about?”

"Crowdfunding?" Mawson answered.

"That's right, it's crowdfunding. This is a really good definition and a good method."

Bogart's sarcasm can also be heard from his tone. Fortunately, he just stopped talking and continued.

"There is no agriculture in this kingdom. It is all supported by commerce and fishery. There are already taxes in various names. Most of the money earned by the common people is taken away by the kingdom's heavy taxes."

"In the end, a funeral tax was collected, which suddenly became the last straw for those civilians, so there was this riot."

After hearing this news, I don't know why Mawson suddenly wanted to laugh. Most of the nobles in this world are really very ill.

What does this staff-making king think? Even if a dog dies of illness, he should have a grand funeral for it.

Just bury it and let everyone enjoy it.

But isn’t this your pet dog?

You don't love it like your own son.

If you want to give him a grand burial, shouldn't you pay for it yourself?

You are the king of a country, how much money do you need? Just to hold a funeral for your favorite dog, you have to raise money from common people who are a hundred times poorer than you.

So do you love dogs or money?!

This reminded Mohsen of some people in his previous life. When he got sick, he quickly raised funds through crowdfunding. Not only would his illness be cured, but he would also be able to solve his future life problems. He would have a house to live in and a car to drive.

Most of the people who raised money for them ended up living much worse.

The only difference is that one relies on selling out, and the other is that the king can directly forcibly loot.

Civilian life is already extremely difficult, and you have to loot one more level to force them to a dead end. If they don't resist, there will be trouble.

No wonder so many people want to become pirates. If they encounter such a thing, they won't be able to survive. Why do they think so much?

It just so happens that there are really not a few of these kinds of staffs.

"Originally, Wang** didn't take these rioting civilians seriously, but I don't know where these rioting civilians got a large number of weapons, and the guy who led the riot was stronger than those Wang** who looked down on them.

Quite a few.”

Bogart's voice continued.

"Soon, the king couldn't hold on any longer. Fortunately, the palace guards and the private armies of the nobles came out to resist the rioting civilians, so the kingdom came to ask for help information and asked us to help quell the chaos."

After Bogart finished speaking, Mawson nodded. There were indeed a lot of doubts here.

Riots occurred in several places at the same time, the weapons of the rioting civilians, and the leaders who organized these people together.

If there is no one behind the scenes, Mo Sen dares to live broadcast... Let's forget it, poisonous milk harms people!

Garp took over the conversation at this time and said to Mo Sen: "Boy Mo Sen, I believe you can also see the strangeness in this. My opinion is that you set off immediately. If it is just civil strife in the kingdom, you can consider it based on the specific situation.

"

"But if there are pirates behind it, catch them!"

If old man Karp doesn't say so, Mawson also has his own ideas.

If a franchised country is invaded by pirates, it can ask the World Government for help, and the World Government will send the navy or CP department to help solve the problem depending on the situation.

But if it is a war between participating countries or a domestic civil strife, it is not within the jurisdiction of the World Government.

In this case, it makes sense whether the Navy takes action or not.

Because there is something very fishy about this riot, otherwise Garp would probably not pay any attention to it.

Mo Sen nodded and prepared to turn around and leave.

"By the way, after this incident, you will start to form a special unit, which will be under your direct control from now on. We will discuss this matter when you come back."

Mo Sen was stunned for a moment, nodded and said nothing.

The task is urgent.

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A strong wind suddenly blew on the sea in the afternoon, and it looked like a snowstorm was coming.

The fishermen in the Rio fishing village near the sea stood in the strong wind, shivering, waiting for the tax official from the royal city to come.

Being blown by the wind, many people seemed to wake up from their noon drunkenness.

At this moment, the only road leading to the royal city appeared.

Three figures slowly appeared in the wind and sand.

The crowd began to riot.

Not long after, the three people arrived at the place where the crowd was gathered.

A well-dressed tax official, followed by two kingdom soldiers armed with swords and guns, broke into this world that was incompatible with them.

The tax collector was a middle-aged fat man with a fat face and a fat body. He looked like he was living a prosperous life.

He spat on the ground and cursed: "What a bullshit weather, and the smell of the untouchables here. It's a big sin that I was sent here today. No wonder no one wants to come to this wretched place."

Then he pointed at the fishermen opposite who were dressed in tatters and smelled of fish, and said arrogantly: "You untouchables, prepare your money quickly, I don't have time to spend it with you here in the cold weather."

As soon as these words were spoken, many people's faces turned ugly and their eyes almost turned red.

An old fisherman who looked to be 60 years old took a step forward as a representative. He showed an ugly smile. His face was full of cracks like tree bark, and the rusty yellow teeth in his mouth were also uneven.

"Your Excellency, the tax collector, the harvest these days is not very good. Can you please give us another two days of grace..."

Before he finished speaking, he kicked the old fisherman in the chest with his big foot and kicked him back several meters. He fell to the ground and couldn't move for a long time.

"Pooh!"

The fat tax official spat at the old fisherman and said with a fierce face: "Don't think that I don't know the thoughts of you untouchables. You always like to play these useless tricks. Let me tell you, if you can't pay the money today,

Just wait to go to jail."

The two men stepped forward to help the old fisherman up and glared at the fat tax collector bitterly.

The crowd also began to commotion.

"But it has only been a few days since the last tax was collected. How can I still have the money to pay this tax?"

The fat tax official didn't seem to be afraid at all. He looked at these fishermen with contempt and took another step forward.

He said with a ferocious smile every word: "If you can't pay the money, just wait to be arrested!"

The tall Damon among the crowd had unknowingly reached the front at this time, and a harpoon in his hand was polished until it shined.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed.

The fat tax official's whole body was pierced by a harpoon, and he was lifted high by Damon. The fleshy face of the still-dead tax official was full of emotions such as astonishment, regret, and resentment.

His hands subconsciously held Gangcha, and he wanted to speak, but blood poured out of his mouth, and he couldn't speak.

"you……"

"Guys, we have been forced to a dead end. Anyway, we are going to die. We have to fight with them."

Damon shouted loudly, holding the steel fork in his hand against the tax collector and rushing straight towards the two frightened Kingdom soldiers.

Before the two of them could react, Damon, who was already there, threw the steel fork in his hand on the ground, grabbed the two soldiers' heads with both hands, and squeezed them between them.

Bang!!

It was like two watermelons colliding together. The two soldiers didn't even scream, and red and white liquid slurry flew everywhere.

At this time, shouts of killing and flames could be heard from many places in the royal city.

Damon's eyes flashed with joy, and he quickly picked up his steel fork.

"Everyone, we have no way out. The only way out is to kill them!"

"Kill to the royal city and take back everything we deserve."

Most of the fishermen's eyes turned blood red, and they followed Damon forward regardless.

"I know where there are weapons, everyone follow me..."

"Kill, kill those who oppress us."

"Why do we work so hard but don't have enough to eat? They don't have to do anything to get fat and keep squeezing us."

"Kill them and everything will be ours."

More and more people joined the team, followed by Damon in front who kept charging, and finally all the fishermen joined in, whether voluntarily or involuntarily.

Just like Damon said, there was no way out from the moment he killed the tax collector.

Slowly, this fishing village in Rio became deserted.

No, the door of Old York's dilapidated tavern had opened at some point. Old York, who was lame on one leg, leaned against the door frame and looked in the direction of the turbulent Royal City.

With a look of helplessness on his weather-beaten face, he sighed: "What a troubled time it has been!"

Then he walked into the dilapidated wooden house and closed the wooden door that creaked in the strong wind.

Isolate everything outside.

Sudden,

A piece of snowflakes danced and fell, and then the wind and snow began to fall all over the sky, and soon the whole world was dyed white.

It seems like it can bury all the sins in this world.

What a great time to kill!

ps: I’m going to make a meal first, and I’ll finish the second update after dinner, which will probably be after 2 o’clock.

Also, if I don’t want recommendation votes, why don’t you just vote? I’m asking for recommendation votes, eh eh eh.