Pirate Forest

The kitchen table on a naval warship is a square one that can accommodate about eight people. There are ten such dining tables, which can usually accommodate people. net

This is not a calculation error but a current situation of the navy. For example, if the number of naval personnel on board a ship in the West Sea Branch is 100, the actual number is only .

As for the remaining forty people, you can find their identity information and it is guaranteed to be true and reliable, and there is indeed such a person, but they are not necessarily in the navy.

Most of them are people from nearby villages, and they use their identity information to apply for military expenses and supplies. In fact, they are free money, and those villagers can get a bag of grain or a bottle of wine.

This bad habit of taking advantage of free money is extremely common all over the world. It can be said that almost every branch has done it to some extent, which means lying about the gap.

Captain Duck is a well-known naval officer in the West Sea. Naturally, he knows the ropes very well. It can be said that he is very conscientious to only eat ten people's wages.

Generally speaking, the naval branch in the West Sea has an average of three to forty free wages per people, and some even have to pay fifty to sixty free wages.

I don’t know for what purpose Colonel Duck just took such a small amount of free money, just like a superficial effort to blend in.

"He probably doesn't like the money. 35xs" Morgan ate with a bulging mouth while holding a plate of fried rice.

"Why?" Tata took the spoon and carefully handed it to Vic's mouth.

"There must be a more profitable business." Miguel also imitated the tart gesture and directly stuck the spoon into Shijin's mouth, simply and roughly.

"That's right. For example, if Happy Town exports a large amount of textile raw materials, its nearby branch will help escort merchant ships with law enforcement, for example, contact some pirates to rob on a fixed route, and after the completion of the matter, they will share it equally with the pirates or It’s black eating black.”

"Other navies will collect bribes from some illegal organizations every year to protect them from being targeted by higher-level navies, or simply reduce or even level off their bounties."

Morgan was enjoying his meal and didn't care at all about the weird looks from the two people around him. How could he know this kind of thing so clearly?

"Just like my seventh captain, he has colluded with many navies. He pays them a large sum of money every year and gives little reward to his subordinates. He has done many bad things but has never been rewarded. He has always been regarded as a Nobody." He learned a lot from the nine captains.

"Then how did he die?" Tata was a little curious. Since he was his predecessor, it basically meant that the captain was no longer around. After all, being a pirate was a high-risk profession.

"I got up in the middle of the night and was stabbed to death by the deputy captain when I went to the bathroom." Morgan said calmly.

"…………"

"Your complexion seems to have improved a lot. Is it because of that devil fruit?" Tata tried to change the subject.

"Yeah, I just used plant fiber to imitate a kind of adhesive liquid to stick the broken bones in the body together. It's like a broken ceramic. I use glue to stick the pieces together tightly. I don't know when it will crack again. ." He said it very easily, without any negative feeling at all.

"Aren't you a time bomb that will explode at any time?" Mikel asked silently while sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Yes, but there is still a way to completely repair it and integrate it into one." He stretched out a hand and faced the two of them. The lines on his palm gradually became deeper and denser, and soon his hand was like soil. powder.

The two of them exclaimed, and the next second the soil floated into his palm again, and an intact hand was reshaped in a ball of green light.

"Destruction and life."

"These are the two abilities I discovered."

"The price is energy or the life of the ability user."

He lowered his head and looked at both sides of his palms. There was a "gurgling" sound in his stomach. The performance just made him hungry again.

"I need a lot of energy to reserve, and the sun should also give me some strength, but now I need to eat a lot." Morgan got rid of Tatata and cooked more meals for him.

"If that's the case, can you treat them both?" His hands were trembling with excitement. Seeing that Vic's body was getting weaker day by day, and Tarta's face had become much thinner, he could not help but think at this time. I know how urgent it is.

"Ah, that's theoretically possible." Morgan couldn't help but raise his toes as his belly pushed against him.

"Then what are you waiting for? Sit down!" Tata's eyes burned with blazing fire, and he strode into the kitchen and turned into a busy man with three heads and six arms.

The amount of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar dropped at a speed visible to the naked eye. Bags and bags of grain were delivered to Morgan in buckets. In the warehouse, enough vegetables and fruits to feed seventy people for a week were stewed in pots and pots.

"Give it to me!" Tata slapped it on the table, showing a kind smile as if a pair of bat wings were revealed behind him, with two pointy little horns popping out of his head.

"Easy to say, easy to say..." Morgan laughed awkwardly.

Under the gaze of the two little devils, he had no choice but to pick up a bucket of rice and directly cover it with a pot of vegetables. As a result, he swallowed the vegetable spoon handed to him by Tata.

His mouth was so stuffed that his cheeks were as heavy as two watermelons. When he raised his head, he saw a big knife in Tarta's hand. He couldn't help but swallow it in one gulp despite the cold light, and almost choked to death.

………………

After the incident, there was a turmoil. There were dozens of empty barrels on the table, and a belly bigger than the barrels popped up from the ground. Morgan felt like he was about to explode.

"How are you now?" Tata knelt down and looked at Morgan nervously.

"I... I'm going to... stop... okay..." He raised his eyelids as he was dying, and stretched out a hand with great effort, but it couldn't even touch his belly.

"Try to digest these things." Mikel encouraged him.

"Hmm~" He tried to work his stomach hard and feel the power. Suddenly he felt that his stomach needed an outlet.

"Here we come!" His face turned red, veins popped out on his forehead, and his stomach was as swollen as iron.

"Pfft!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

This shocking loud noise directly shattered the wooden board under my buttocks, and white mist enveloped the entire room. It had that kind of wonderful smell that contained the smell of many things.

There is the sweetness of fruits, the fragrance of vegetables, and the wheat fragrance of rice grains. All of them are mixed together to form a very wonderful taste, which makes Tarta and Mikiel roll their eyes and fall to the ground unconscious.

"Ah~~~ It's so comfortable!!!!" He couldn't help but groan.