Pirates to the top

In the hanging pot that is boiling and glowing milky white, seafood is constantly tumbling.Monet put the washed and chopped lettuce, mushrooms, onions and potatoes into the pot, and the boiling heat filled the whole room under the light from the top.

Monet added the neatly arranged spices into the pot little by little, and from time to time he would pick up a small spoon to taste the saltiness of the taste.

"Monet, please put in more beef from Laiman today. You know, I haven't eaten beef from Laiman in almost a month." Valpo came over and took an oak cup and drank the sweet sugar cane juice. , he does not like drinking, but on the contrary, he is particularly fond of this sweet and aromatic drink.

"I know, I know." Monet rolled his eyes at Valpo and went to get beef from the refrigerator not far away.In fact, with the weather in the North Sea, there is no need for a refrigerator at all.But Monet and everyone else unanimously agreed that there should be a refrigerator. The reason is that Dog Cave No. 9 is electrified, so it is natural to have a refrigerator.Although having a refrigerator in the arena sounds incredible.

A huge fur of an unknown animal was spread on the ground beside it, and on the soft and warm fur were a semicircular sofa and a huge coffee table.Two stoves, one on the left and one on the right, were burning continuously.Phillips and Silas were sitting barefoot on the sofa. There was a huge oak barrel lying horizontally on the coffee table. Next to the barrel was a valve full of rum.

Next to the oak barrel are three oak cups and a plate of shaved wooden fish flowers.

Silas and Phillips exchanged glasses, and the spirits went down their throats.Picking up some Muyu flowers and putting them into his mouth, Phillips continued to brag about his "great achievements" in the duel arena today.

"What kind of thing is Franken? Henry hasn't looked at him for three years. If he weren't afraid of getting into trouble, I would have sent him to see Roger today." Phillips' face turned red, perhaps because of alcohol.

Salas looked at Phillips jokingly and said, "Where is that old guy Gabe Newell at this time? I guess he is snitching on Henry, hehehehe."

"Impossible" Phillips blushed and said with a guilty conscience.

"Besides, Henry wouldn't criticize me for these trivial things."

"Alfred, what do you think?" Phillips looked at the boy sitting on the fur beside him.

He has short dark hair and a young face that already looks resolute.Alfred was seen sitting cross-legged on the fur with his bare feet, a wooden knife placed between his legs, and he was doing knife meditation.

"Based on past circumstances, he will." Alfred said slowly.

"How is it possible? You are all thinking too much." Phillips, who encouraged himself, wanted to change the subject.

"By the way, I heard that you went to the coast today."

Silas nodded and said: "I also met Monet on the way, and he was being followed."

Monet put the spruce tree buds in the bowl into the pot and said dissatisfied: "This is an accident."

Salas bumped into Phillips again, and after drinking a lot of alcohol, he said: "I have inquired about the captain and the ship with the people on the dock. It is an armed merchant ship. The captain is said to be from the East China Sea. There have also been vague reports of several gangsterism incidents without evidence. So in the future, Monet can do less business with them and go to the serious maritime merchant side of the dock, although it is a bit more expensive."

Monet nodded and said, "I also noticed that the goods sold by these people are generally cheaper."

"Oh, old man, what do I smell? It's the smell of the soup base stewed with Scandinavian red shrimp and salmon. Well, there's also the smell of beef in it. Don't tell me it's the special beef from Man County." A pair of teeth were yellowed and incomplete. The old man walked in.

Morton walked past Monet to the hanging pot and opened the lid.Looking at the various seafood stews and beef that were constantly boiling, a delicious smell of meat rushed to the old man's nostrils, and he suddenly felt something moving in his throat.

He hurriedly picked up the spoon on the side as if to have a feast, but Monet quickly slapped Morton's hand away and said angrily: "Old guy, everyone hasn't started yet, you are too shameless. Alright."

Morton smiled sinisterly and said: "Is it because everyone hasn't started yet or Henry hasn't started yet?"

Monet was not angry even after being exposed. He had been "fighting" with this old man for so long, and it would have been impossible for him to make his face turn red with just a few words.

"I don't care, get out of here." He pushed Morton away.

"Hey" Morton shook his head and sat on the sofa with Danny.

"You brats don't even call us two when you drink." Morton poured two glasses of rum for himself and Danny.

Phillips rolled his eyes and said, "The day you two stop drinking, you two alone will drink enough wine in a month to feed all the other dogs in a year."

Morton jumped up angrily when he heard this: "Hey, Henry, this brat has been controlling the underground trading of goods in this arena for how many years. Most of the reward money in the arena has flowed into your dog hole No. 9. Danny and I have The amount of wine I drink alone is not enough for you little brats to earn a cent."

Although Morton accused Phillips, everyone in Dog Hole No. 9 was not angry. Instead, a different kind of emotion spread from the bottom of their hearts.This is a complex emotion mixed with pride, satisfaction and a slight sense of superiority.

Yes, Dog Hole No. 9 has controlled the underground trade of items in the Collins Arena since three years ago. Except for the black bread and vegetable soup provided free of charge by the Arena, almost all the items are passed by everyone in the Arena. Exchange the "rewards" or useful equivalents that you occasionally obtain with Dog Cave No. 9.

From socks and shoes to beds and bedding, from all kinds of tobacco and alcoholic drinks to precious spices and expensive medicinal materials.Even the people in Dog Cave No. 9 don’t quite remember how much money they and others made.

At this time, the wooden door was pushed open, and a handsome young man walked in with a sigh of relief.

The boy is about 1 meters tall, which is neither tall nor short in the arena where the average age is about 7 years old.But what caught people's attention was his long golden hair, dark pupils, and his childish but sharp facial lines.

"Henry, you're back" Monet walked over happily.

Henry naturally took off his coat and gave it to Monet.

Monet picked up Henry's feather coat and hung it on a hanger nearby. The hanger was already filled with all kinds of clothing, but the top hook remained.

"Mr. Morton can't say that. Although we earn a lot, the bulk of it has to go to Mr. Newell. Even I have to work for that part-timer." He said as he shook his arms in a self-deprecating way. A lot of accounting documents.

"Then I don't care, we two old men who are about to die are relying on you."

Henry smiled helplessly, came to the stove, took out a piece of charcoal and put it into the stove.

"Phillips, I heard that you almost did something big today."

Phillips had already lowered his head at this time. Hearing Henry's sudden question, he quickly said with a smile: "Hahaha, Henry, you have heard this and just taught a sea bug a lesson hahahaha."

"It's not that easy, Mr. Newell came to see me specially." He took off his shoes and sat on the sofa.

"Henry, you have to believe me. It's Franken, that sea bug, who troubles us every day. Today he even went to the arena to provoke us. He got it right. I don't dare to do anything to him."

Silas poured Henry a glass of rum, and Henry took the strong drink and drank it to dispel the slight chill.

"Phillips can't be entirely blamed for this. Franken is indeed as annoying as a sea bug." Silas also said.