Start in Another World With All Cooking Skills

In the market in Port Marlow, the vendors shouted loudly, making it very noisy.

The air here seems to have a fishy smell.

Although Marlow, known as the [Stone Crown on the Waves], is a veritable city of pirates, the market here has developed on a very large scale.

Pirates have to live too.

The market is managed by the most powerful black merchant force in the city. Anyone can sell goods here as long as they pay a certain amount of money to this black merchant organization.

Black merchants will also protect the business of small traders, and even arbitrate disputes over sales when necessary.

The result of the arbitration is not necessarily fair, but it must be unrefuted.

The last person who was dissatisfied with the arbitration result of the Black Chamber of Commerce is probably still calm in a bay somewhere.

The rules of the underworld have always been so barbaric.

Regardless of the rules behind this market, you can find almost anything you want to buy in this island market. Including drinks, food, weapons and props, and even living slaves with hay on their heads.

Argo, the informant of the Holy See, was walking in this black market with a capable man, and it seemed that he was going to place an order for his tavern's daily purchases.

It's normal.

After walking around the market, the fat boss with blue hair and a bit of mermaid blood seemed to be tired from walking, so he casually grabbed a bench in front of a vendor and sat down.

Argo, who runs a tavern and has a lot of thugs, is considered a famous figure in Marlowe, and even small businessmen recognize him.

Therefore, the stall owner who was taken by him was not annoyed at all, but kept smiling at him instead.

"Go do your own thing, I'll take a break with you, don't bother me."

"Okay, okay."

Argo dismissed the merchants around him casually.

After resting for a while, he set his eyes on a fruit stand not far opposite.

"Go, get me a coconut from Kewan's stall, and ask for plenty of water." Argo spit on the ground and ordered to his subordinates like this.

The boss has spoken, and the subordinates naturally have to do things.

So the five big and three thick thugs walked to the fruit stand with big strides, and stretched out their hands: "Master Argo wants to eat your coconut, and you can get a juicy one."

The fruit vendor is also a person who knows how to come. He nodded again and again, and after careful selection at the stall, he took out the one with the best appearance.

The thug picked it up, turned around and walked away.

As for the money to buy coconuts, Boss Argo still pays you for eating your rotten coconuts?

On the top of the coconut shell, at the point, there are three naturally formed holes, one of which can be easily pierced to pour out the coconut juice.

The fruit stall vendor had already thoughtfully opened the hole just now.

Argo took the coconut, held his head up and drank a couple of sips, the juice was indeed refreshing and quenched his thirst.

Then he sat and rested on the spot for a while, confirmed that today's purchases had been completed, then moved his obese body, and left the black market with the coconut in his arms.

After leaving the market and walking a few streets, Argo stopped in the deserted back alley of the [Storm and Sea Waves] tavern.

He took off a portable dagger from his waist, and then drew it up against the green coconut in his hand.

The sharp blade pries a gap in the coconut shell, and you can see the white coconut meat inside, and half of the unfinished coconut juice.

In the white slurry, a small impermeable roll of parchment was shaking up and down.

Argo put the parchment roll away calmly, then threw the half-remained coconut to his subordinates, and went straight into the back door of his tavern.

...

"Sir, and miss, I have received a piece of information that you will definitely be interested in." Argo walked into the information room like a lynx returning from hunting.

Looking at the information on the other side of the table, Dawn raised his head lazily when he saw the dazed: "Oh? Is it related to the Order of the Storm?"

The attention of everyone else in the room was also drawn to the hotel owner.

"That's right, sir. I just received an important message from an informant in the Black Merchant Guild." Argo took out the piece of parchment that was still stained with coconut milk, "Because you need, the recent storm The collection of religious information has been strengthened a lot.”

The source of this information is the Black Chamber of Commerce, which is considered one of the most powerful forces in Marlowe.

Argo was able to develop and install informants there, and get important news, which was enough to show his intelligence work ability.

In the past, the tavern owner who only kept a group of thugs would never have dared to do such a thing.

But since getting on line with the Holy See, everything has changed.

Using the resources and help provided by the Holy See far away on land, Argo has already woven a large intelligence network in Port Marlowe, extending his hand to the entire island city.

His secret power, after several years of management, has grown and expanded countless times!

Argo enjoyed the feeling of secretly manipulating.

As for the Holy See, as long as there is no violation of the law and the agreement and agreement of the Holy See, it will not intervene too much in this informant's behavior of cultivating influence.

After all, the entire Port Marlowe was originally a lawless place.

"Is there a connection between the Order of the Storm and the Black Merchant Guild?" Don said as he took the parchment.

In response, Argo just nodded:

"I just found out. The Sons of the Storm entrust well-informed black merchants every year to find a large ship with relatively weak defenses for them."

In the region of the Storm Islands, it is quite normal that there are intricate connections between various forces, large and small.

And it sounds like the children of the storm are looking for ships every year, they should be preparing for the sea festival.

After passing the parchment around, Dorn and the others got several important new news.

The Son of the Storm has found a suitable ship through the black merchants this year, named the Golden Merry.

In addition, the information of the representative of the Order of the Storm who has been in contact with black merchants for a long time has also been disclosed——

He is a man in his thirties, who has the status of an elder among the children of the storm, and his name is Kewan.

This person is often active in Port Marlowe, and his frequent haunts were also revealed by the people in the black business.

"Elder of the Sons of the Storm, this is really important news." Dawn read the contents of the parchment several times, and a smile finally appeared on his tired face.

A few days ago, Miss Favna had prepared a batch of transformation potions and completed the delivery.

These potions are expected to come in handy soon.

Because the first candidate to break into the high-level interior of the Son of the Storm was found.