Pirate: This shooter is a bit fierce

Streets of Albana.

There was always a faint smell of "Marsala" in the air, which made Darrow very uncomfortable, but it was normal, after all, the prototype of Alabasta was a certain curry country in the previous life.

"It's amazing, there are too many people here." Xiong from the impoverished kingdom of Solbey exclaimed. He had never seen such a bustling street and row upon row of buildings.

"Of course, this is Alabasta." Olbia patted the bear on the shoulder and said as a matter of course.

On the other side, Dr. Clover began to explain cooperatively: "Alabasta is a rare superpower on the great route, and even among the [-] countries that have joined the world government, it is also among the best..."

"And all of this is inseparable from the wise monarch of Alabasta." The doctor continued, as if to praise Naferutali Tikola as a wise king.

But these words were not the same thing to the people on the street. A middle-aged woman with a stack of pancakes on her head rolled her eyes and said something unlucky by herself:

"Bah, bah, what a wise king! That bastard king has killed countless people, and several oases have dried up because he angered the ancestors, and now Albana is full of refugees."

After finishing speaking, the middle-aged woman pushed Dr. Clover, walked to a shop with white plastic vats behind him, attracted the owner of the shop and asked, "How much is the water now?"

Albana, which is located in the desert, does not have a stable source of drinking water. Apart from rainfall, it can only rely on some deep wells to obtain water resources.

It's just that since King Tikola excavated the tomb of the ancestors, there has been no rain for several months, and the deep wells have gradually become unable to hold water, but the rain on the Juba side has not stopped.

The people all said that it was King Tikola who disturbed the peace of the ancestors, so the ancestors cast a curse and gave the rain from Albana to Juba in the distance.

"One liter of water is three hundred Baileys." The owner came out of the shop,

"Three hundred Baileys! Why don't you go grab it?" The woman looked at the shopkeeper, her eyes staring like copper bells.

"It can't be helped, you know, because the king offended the ancestors and brought the desert curse, the current water can only be transported from Juba, which is very expensive." The shopkeeper patted the white bucket behind him, making a bang bang sound Crisp.

"Hey! Let's make half a can then."

The woman also knew that what the shopkeeper said was true, so she sighed helplessly, took off the clay pot on her head, and handed over a few Baileys she took out from her body, while lamenting:

"I really don't know how to live these days."

As if to prove the truth of what the woman said, a shriveled man with distinct ribs climbed to the feet of the water dealer on crutches, stretched out a hand and begged:

"Please, give me some water, I'm dying of thirst."

"Go, go, do you know how much the water cost me?" The water merchant waved his hand, as if to drive away flies, with disgust on his face.

"What's wrong with you? He's dying of thirst!" said Bridger, looking at the water dealer viciously, as if his eyes were about to burst into flames.

"What does death have to do with me? I didn't cause him to die. If you want to blame it, blame the king who provoked the curse." The water merchant said confidently.

"Be merciful and save us, otherwise you will take my child. He won't drink much water at such a young age, and you can still take him under your hands to help you with work." Beside the old man, an equally shriveled, A woman with a rag wrapped around her head pushed her child in front of the shopkeeper.

"Don't bother me. There are too many refugees outside now. Those who can work have long been picked up as slaves. The rest of you guys are either old, weak or sick." The shopkeeper said, from the shop A few guards with steel knives were called out to drive away the refugees begging for water.

"What a crime." The woman who bought half a can of water from the shop lamented looking at the refugees, but what could she do, how many children did she have at home?

"Darrow, do we have enough water? If so, I want to save them." Bridget looked at the refugees not far away and said seriously.

"Of course, enough." Darrow patted the bucket hanging on his waist, said with a smile, and handed the bucket with a huge amount of compressed water to Bridger.

"Thank you." Bridget took the bucket solemnly, and at the same time quickly followed the group of refugees. Darrow and the others also followed Bridget to the west side of the city where the refugees gathered.

"I have water here, and everyone can come here and get it for free." Bridget propped up a table, and at the same time shouted at hundreds of simple refugee tents.

In an instant, countless shriveled heads poked out of the tent timidly, looking curiously at Bridger in the black cloak, daring to live like a stiff dead branch.

And when they saw the water bowls on the table, they seemed to wake up, and frantically rushed to Bridget's water stall like a zombie besieged city.

"Water, give me water." A refugee struggled to squeeze out a few words from his throat that was about to smoke.

"There are all, there are all, don't squeeze." Bridget looked at the crowded stalls and said to the refugees.

But Bridget's words didn't have a very good effect. The group of refugees who escaped from the dry oasis city didn't listen at all, and instead crowded in front of the table even more frantically.

"It can't go on like this!" Darrow looked at the crowd who were already pushing and looting, and at the same time patted Hequan Liqian on the shoulder and said: "Liqian, go and maintain order."

Izumi Rika nodded as a response, and at the same time walked in front of Bridget with Izumi Mori Kanesada in his arms, without saying a word, he pulled out the knife and revealed the shining blade.

"Line up, or die!" Bai Xiuluo's simple and rude words were very effective, clearing up the chaotic crowd at once.

"We're going to help too." Olbia took several other O'Hara scholars to help Bridger apply water.

"Wait a moment."

Darrow called Olbia, and told them: "Go and tell Bridger not to be stingy, and fill up all the containers that the refugees use to fetch water."

"In this case, the water will be used up soon, so what should we do after that?" Darrow's words made Olbia very puzzled.

"Don't worry, I have my own plan." There were many people with mixed eyes, and Darrow didn't explain too much.

So, thanks to the efforts of Bridget and Olbia, thousands of refugees got enough drinking water, and even after some refugees told the news, most of the people who were short of water came to fetch water.

"Magic Bucket!" The last person in line to fetch water said, pointing to the wooden bucket in Bridget's hand, which seemed to be pouring out water continuously.

At the same time, the name of "Magic Bucket" began to spread in Albana, and everyone knew that there was a magical bucket in the west of the city, which could pour water continuously.

.........

After the water application was over, Darrow and his party found a hotel as a base in Albana.

At night, Darrow called several people into the room together.

"How much water is left in the bucket now?" Darrow asked Bridger, who was sitting on the bed.

"Only one-fifth left." Bridget patted the bucket, frowning.

"It took so much?" Darrow raised his eyebrows and said in surprise.

Only Darrow knew how much water was compressed in the bucket. It was two whole swimming pools with so much clear water, yet so much was being used now.

"Yeah, it's too fast." Bridget looked at Darrow, and then continued: "Tomorrow we have to limit each person to a bowl of water per day."

Olbia's proposal was quickly approved by everyone present, except Darrow.

"No, tomorrow we will be the same as today, with unlimited water supply." Darrow said firmly.

"But we don't have enough water," Olbia said.

"I'll figure out a way for the water. We must make everyone believe that there is really a magic pot that pours out water continuously." Darrow put the bucket on his waist, and then explained to everyone present road.

"Why? Does it make sense?"

An O'Hara scholar asked puzzledly, and this was also the puzzlement of everyone present. In their opinion, one bowl of water per person per day is enough to keep their lives alive at a minimum, so why should there be an unlimited supply.

Darrow smiled, looked at the doubtful people present and explained:

"If you don't do this, how can the water sellers in the city bring down the water? And those guys who caused the water shortage in Alba, if they see that there is such a magic pot that can supply unlimited water .”

"They will definitely jump out and make trouble for us."