Pirate Boss: The four kings are all wage earners

Hearing Fatty's voice, the terrifying scene from last night suddenly became clear and the movie started playing in his mind.

The pain that penetrated deep into his mind instantly made his head hurt like an explosion.

Run~~

This was the only thought left in Moria's mind.

Run quickly, run quickly.

The people here are monsters, and even the animals are monsters.

What a peaceful island, the guys here are all devils.

Compared to this place, his terrifying three-gallon ship was like heaven.

Moriah ran all the way. The slaves who had already got up to work on the road glanced at Moriah strangely and then started busy with their work again.

work, work.

Only by working hard can you have the chance to become a coolie and be qualified to work on Peace Island.

Only by becoming a coolie can they be favored by the big shots on the island. If they can become an F-class employee, it will be their fate in this life.

Moria continued to move forward. Today's Peace Island is already very huge. Moria, who doesn't know the route at all, just wants to rush in one direction. There is always a chance to reach the edge of the island.

But along the way, he saw more and more slaves working, and what greeted him in front was not the edge of the island, but one of the important parts of Heping Island.

Dead Island.

At the wide gate, there were slaves carrying something around.

A familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of Moria in the distance.

Enelu, this coolie roommate carved with gems, was slowly walking towards him.

Moria looked at everything in front of him and was so surprised that he didn't know what to do.

beat?Can't beat it.

run?Can't run away.

While Moria was hesitating, a dark shadow in the sky instantly enveloped him.

The sudden darkness made Moria tremble unconsciously.

shadow?Shadow again?

He was obviously a user with the Shadow Fruit ability, but he seemed to be allergic to shadows at this time, and quickly jumped away.

"Enilu, are you ready?"

The golden lion slowly landed on the ground, looking at Enelu expectantly as if he had never seen Moriah before.

Enelu bowed slightly. At this time, he no longer had the arrogance he had before, and said with a serious face:

"Lord Golden Lion, according to the design of shipwright Tom, the sea floor stone weapons have been prepared and are now being arranged for transportation."

The golden lion nodded with satisfaction, even though Tom was only an F-class employee on Peace Island.

But most of the people here are pirates, and they all respect a shipwright who can build a good ship.

Besides, what Tom wants to experiment with now is the weapon inspired by his boss, which is a top priority.

Golden Lion was very satisfied with Enel's work efficiency. Looking at the seriousness on his face, Golden Lion said with a smile:

"Enilu, you have performed well recently. When the gem carving assigned by the boss is completed, I think you can get rid of your identity as a coolie!"

Get rid of coolie status?

Enelu, who had a serious face, was instantly overjoyed, and there was a faint sparkle in his eyes.

"Thank you, Mr. Golden Lion!" Anilu bowed to the Golden Lion with a pious look. The feeling of being recognized made him give up his pursuit of the infinite land long ago.

The golden lion laughed loudly and looked at Enelu in front of him. This guy who was a very jerk at the beginning was finally turning into a positive person under the friendly transformation of Heping Island.

I don't know why, but there is a hint of pride in the golden lion's heart.

Look, look, my ability to educate people is no worse than Roger's.

After saying that, the golden lion walked towards the interior of the Dead Island with Enelu, who was filled with gratitude.

The slaves on the left and right looked at the direction in which Enelu disappeared with envy.

"Wow, Lord Enelu is really going to become a full-time official. He's really awesome."

"Yes, yes, indeed, hard work pays off."

"Yes, yes."

The slaves saw the direction of success with their own eyes, and everyone's movements became more agile.

Moria looked at the slaves working hard around him and felt very puzzled, but being ignored by them also made him feel uncomfortable.

Are you an able person?I'm still one of the Shichibukai. Could it be that they can't even see me?

With the slightest bit of dissatisfaction, Moria continued to change directions and move forward.

Looking at the more lush forest vegetation on the left and right, Moria thought: There are no people here. It seems that we are not far from the edge of the island.

With excitement, Moria quickened his pace.

I want to leave here quickly, leave this terrifying devil island.

Moving forward rapidly, suddenly a wider light came from ahead.

Suddenly there was a scream from the front where I thought it was the way out.

Moria quickly stabilized his figure and saw that there seemed to be a queue waiting for something in front of him.

Just as Moria was about to leave, three slaves lined up tightly behind him again.

"Hey, that one with the long neck, don't move around. If you don't cooperate well, I'll give you a few more rounds!" Saron pointed at Moria's serious face.

After his body gradually recovered, although Salon did not have a fixed working environment, he could be seen everywhere on Heping Island.

His body seems to have a lot of power that can't be used up, so Saron will go to help whenever needed.

If not needed, he will go and help.

Just like today, dignified navy vice-admiral-level combat forces came here to maintain order.

Originally, these were slaves who understood the rules of Peace Island and did not dare to break the rules.

But the emergence of Moria gave Saron room to play.

When Moria heard Saron's reprimand, he suddenly suppressed the anger in his heart that should have been angry.

The horror of last night made him fear the entire island from the depths of his soul.

Saron looks like he is not a slave in any way. If he resists, he is afraid that he will meet another guy who likes to cut his shadow.

With a trace of fear, Moria followed the slaves in an orderly manner.

But when I walked to the front, I found that something seemed to be experimenting here.

Some slaves started to flap their hands and wanted to fly after eating a black fruit, but fell to the ground within two steps.

Some are jumping around and trudging down the mountain.

There are also things that explode in your hands just as you are about to eat the fruit that is handed to you.

The few slaves who had no obvious accidents were also taken aside for recording.

Moriah moved on and soon it was his turn.

Looking at the black apple-shaped fruit handed to him, Moria instinctively wanted to refuse, but Saron next to him had a stern look on his face.

No, you can't eat it, you can't eat it.

Just as Moriah was about to throw away the fruit, he saw a familiar black and white figure appear again.

Saron looked at the familiar figure and instantly put on a friendly face. Siruluk and Valpo who were working in front also quickly stood up.

"Little Fatty Master."

The little fat man nodded to a few people with a simple smile, and walked into the fruit and vegetable garden without stopping.

Moriah held the black fruit tremblingly, lowering his head for fear that the other party would find him.

"I like silhouettes very much..."

Before the familiar voice finished speaking, Moriah stuffed the fruit in his hand into his big mouth.

If you are cruel, I will not be tortured by you even if I die!