Pirates to the top

Scar Man's ship is an armed merchant ship, the kind that is usually a merchant ship, but occasionally encounters a fat sheep that does not seem to be a threat, and does not mind being a pirate for a while.This kind of merchant ship is testing the two sides of black and white, and the result is nothing more than two: either it encounters a hard problem and is wiped out, or it develops and grows bigger and bigger, and finally becomes a pirate ship completely out of control.There have been more and more such armed merchant ships in the past five years since the Age of Discovery.

The words of Gold Roger, the King of Pirates, before his death made countless people run towards the sea and towards the legendary "Great Line" in the sea. Some people ran towards the land of their dreams, while others naturally fished in troubled waters and enjoyed the age of navigation. The so-called "benefits" brought to them by their arrival

Monet naturally knew this, and Henry had even told her who Captain Scar was, so she had no intention of going to the transaction tomorrow. A lot of requests for delivery were just a cover to confuse the captain.And Monet has experienced this kind of transaction countless times in the past three years.

Even if those transaction partners who wanted to take advantage of the situation wanted to find Monet, they had no way of doing it.And they couldn't stay in Baishuang Town forever.

Thinking about returning to the arena, telling Henry today's story and receiving expressions of appreciation, Monet became a little impatient.

It was precisely because of this that she didn't realize that a little sailor with a sinister look was quietly following behind her.

"I wonder if this direction is not the Collins Arena. What is she doing there?" The little sailor was confused when he was suddenly blocked by a strong shadow.

The little sailor is actually not too short, but his height of 1 meters is not enough in the pirate world where height is severely deformed.Therefore, the shadow blocking him in front of him must be extremely tall.

With a height of 1 meters, layers of fat stretched the already tight coat even tighter. As he walked around, he could even see the fat under the coat swaying. The word "pig" emerged from the mind of the short sailor.

"Fat pig, get out of here" was surprised at such an exaggerated figure, but his face was like that of a young boy.

"Ah, Fatty Pig, are you talking about me?" the fat man asked in confusion.

"You say you are fat, you don't know you are a fat pig." The sailor was about to lose the maid, and angrily pushed towards the fat man.

"Am I really fat? Isn't it reasonable for Henry to lie to me?" He said and patted the side. Before the little sailor had time to react, he felt a huge force coming, as if he was face to face with a sea ship. Then the eyes turned white and were directly embedded into the wall. Yes, they were embedded directly into the green bricks.The fat man was still confused as to whether Henry had lied to him.

"Monet, you were targeted just now." A young man with blond hair and plain clothes walked out from the corner.

"Brother Silas" Monet looked at the boy in surprise.

"I'm being targeted." Then he looked back and saw that Valbo, who was full of fat and had an exaggerated figure, scratched the back of his head and looked at Monet with a smile.Next to him was a sailor who was embedded in the wall and his eyes turned white.

"Valpo" Monet said in surprise.

"Why are you here too?"

Valbo came over naively and said with a smile: "Call me brother, what did you buy this time? Show me."

"No" Monet hugged the cowhide bag and pouted. "Henry said I couldn't show it to you."

Valpo scratched his head in embarrassment and thought in confusion: "Why doesn't Henry let me see it?"

Monet straightened his clothes that had been blown open by the breeze, and asked Silas: "Brother Silas, why did you and Valpo come out?"

The slaves in Collins Arena are equipped with explosive collars and are usually kept in captivity in the venue.But Dog Cave No. 9 where Henry and the others are located is not subject to this restriction. Everyone, including Henry, can move freely within Baishuang Town, but of course it is limited to this.The explosive collar will still be detonated beyond this range.All this is due to Henry. Although it seems to normal people that this is just a bigger cage, to other slaves in the arena, this is unbelievable.

Silas looked around, nodded and said, "Go to the coast and take a look."

Monet's pupils shrank slightly and he nodded without asking any more questions.

She knew what it meant to go to the coast.While Henry was away, Silas, the eldest of the group, became the backbone of the group.

"Go back quickly,"

Monet nodded, bowed slightly to the two of them, and came here with the bag in hand.

Silas looked at the unconscious sailor embedded in the wall, and said to Valpo beside him: "Let's go, there can't be any accidents on the coast."

The weather in the North Sea has always been known for its severe cold, with only summer and winter here.More than 8 months of the year are affected by cold waves, and the average temperature throughout the year is around 0 degrees.

Such extreme weather also makes the exterior walls of local residents' buildings thicker than those in other parts of the world.A large number of red pine and eucalyptus trees as well as blue bricks form a thick "barrier" to block the severe cold.During the coldest period of the year, people will prepare seafood and vegetable soup and North Sea-specific black bread to ward off the cold.

This soup base is made from a variety of local seafood, and is simmered with mushrooms, lettuce, onions, and spruce tree buds.If possible, hollow powder will occasionally be added at the end.Soak the firm brown bread in a bowl.

Of course, the above is the life of a normal family. Most of the slave gladiators in the Collins Arena do not dare to imagine such a life.

The Collins Arena was built in a depression, and caves dug out according to the terrain were neatly arranged here. Each of the crude cave dwellings was the shelter for these slaves.

The slaves in the dog cave are very young, with an average age of only 11 years old.And that’s one of the selling points of Collins Arena.

At this time, several young men with haggard faces and ragged clothes looked towards the location of Dog Cave No. 9, where two old men with nothing to do and rosy faces were sitting.One is blind in one eye, and the other is missing an arm.If it weren't for the two old men wearing explosive collars symbolizing slavery around their necks, no one would have known that these two old men were slaves in this arena.

The two people were sitting on two chairs puffing tobacco leaves. They occasionally looked at each other and smiled, took out the glass bottles from their arms, then touched them together understandingly, and put the viscous liquid in the glass bottles into their mouths.There is a faint scent of sugar cane wafting from the mouth of the bottle, and you can tell that this is rum.

Rum and tobacco leaves are things that these ordinary slave gladiators would never dare to think about, and only their respective speakers can enjoy them regularly.And they will only use their "rewards" to go to Dog Cave No. 9 in exchange for these luxuries on some special days.For example, birthdays, winning streak of more than 3 games, New Year, etc.Of course, on the King's birthday, Gabe Newell, the master of the gladiatorial arena, would graciously give everyone a quarter pint of rum, provided you had a container for it.

"Shit, those two old immortals did it on purpose, right?

A young man with scars all over his face looked fiercely at the two leisurely and contented old men.

"Seth, when was the last time you had rum?"

A young man sitting next to him panting and doing sit-ups said: "Last year, I was injured at that time. It happened to be the coldest time. I couldn't stand it any longer, so I went to No. 9 Dog Cave and bought a quarter pint. Rum, I still think so, I survived that cold snap thanks to that pot of rum.”

"Don't lie to me. Didn't that guy Newell give you the quota for King's Day last year?"

Seth sighed helplessly: "Not everyone is like the boss of your dog hole. We can only watch but not drink our share of the quota, and in the end we have to "take the initiative" to give it to our boss."

After that, the surrounding teenagers all looked at each other, as if an agreement had been reached invisibly.