Pirate: My shadow can hang up

As his vision became clearer and clearer, there were waves of inexplicable smells coming from his nose, and the coast where almost no one had landed, Moria felt as if he was in the wrong place.

After landing, the area near the seaside was not too bad, but the further we walked inside, the more uncomfortable the sight became.

There are piles of garbage of all kinds everywhere. The garbage is as high as a mountain and exudes a stench.

The smell is hard to describe. It smells like something rotting, fermenting garbage, and even pungent chemical gases.

Moria held her nose and walked. After walking for a long time, she finally reached a thoroughfare. Although there was garbage on the road, it was much cleaner than other places.

On the dirt road, there are traces of potholes and bumps that were passed over by vehicle wheels. This should be the only way for garbage trucks to transport garbage.

This place should be the scrap terminal.

In the scrap terminal, you can vaguely see people rummaging around for something. These are the guys digging in the garbage.

In the eyes of the people in the city, these people are not treated as human beings.

When Moria was observing the group of people picking up garbage, they discovered the outsider belatedly.

After just being stunned for a moment, I saw that their expressions became strange.

Moria was less than a hundred meters away, and his ears moved involuntarily.

He turned his head slightly and glanced back with the corner of his eye. Sure enough, behind the piles of rags, there were figures one after another.

"Brother, I see that he is so strong and as tall as the two of us, so I think we should forget it."

Behind the garbage pile, a thin-looking man spoke.

In front of him was a young man who looked stronger than him. At this moment, his eyes were staring at Moriah, and he revealed a touch of greed:

"What's the use of being strong? It depends on the strength of the gang. How many of us are there and how many of them are there? And we have knives!"

As he spoke, he tightened the aristocratic sword in his hand that had no scabbard and had some gaps.

Yes, he picked up this knife too.

"That's right." The thin man nodded.

The middle-aged man continued: "We are not going to kill people, we are just robbing money. As long as he is willing to hand over the money obediently, we will not embarrass him. If you don't go, forget it. When the time comes, we will go to the bar to get drunk. But you don’t have a share!”

"I'm going, can't you go? I promise to take the lead later." When the thin man heard this, he immediately became anxious and said hurriedly.

Going to the pub to have a nice drink can instantly eliminate the fatigue and dissatisfaction of the day. This is one of the few happy times for this group of people.

After walking for a while, Moria suddenly stopped because he had noticed that there was someone hiding in front of him, and he was surrounded.

"Come out, we've been following you all this way. There will be a guard at the city gate once we get back. If you don't come out, it will be too late."

Moria's voice was not very loud, but it had a penetrating power and reached everyone's ears instantly.

"Hehehe, he is still a considerate master." After Moria scolded, the group of people knew that they had been discovered, and no longer hid, and walked out of the garbage pile where they were hiding.

There were three or four people in the front, and the same thing in the back. There were only seven or eight people in total. Most of them were holding sticks, and only the leader had a knife in his hand.

There is no ferocious look on the faces of these people, but rather a look of vicissitudes oppressed by life. Although they appear to be young adults, they all look like wizened old men.

"Now that you have discovered it, we will make it clear." The leading man said with a flattering smile, "We just want to ask you to borrow some money and buy some wine for the brothers."

Immediately afterwards, the conversation changed again: "If you don't give it, you will have to suffer a lot of physical pain."

I thought Moria would run away, but he said unhurriedly: "How much does it cost?"

"The boss is wise!" The leader couldn't help but praise, and then frowned and thought about how much would be appropriate.

"Boss, you should tell me!" Seeing that their boss didn't reply for a long time, the people behind him urged him impatiently.

"Am I deaf? I don't even care about you guys, you guys are so anxious and have never seen the world."

"Yes, yes, you are right."

After thinking for a moment, the leader finally raised two fingers and asked tentatively: "Two...two hundred thousand berries?"

If ordinary people were brought in, it would indeed be a lot, but who is Moria? It doesn't hurt or itch, and these people are so poor. It may be common for them to go hungry for three days and nine meals, so Moria treats it as charity. .

Moria took out her wallet from her arms. There was a thick pile of money. She might not have millions, but she still had millions.

Taking out a small pile from it, Moriah was about to speak...

"Wait a minute, I've changed my mind now. I want one million!" Seeing the thick pile of banknotes in Moria's hand, a trace of greed flashed in the leader's eyes.

"Brother, is this appropriate?" someone suddenly said.

Others also agreed. Although some people didn't say it, they also had this idea.

They just want some small money to buy some drinks. If the amount is too large, it will cause unnecessary trouble, and the other party may not give it as happily, and may cause resistance.

"Shut up! If you don't want the money, you can just quit. I won't stop you!" The leader's face suddenly changed and became fierce.

Although he talked about splitting the money, he had already made up his mind.

As soon as he gets the money, he will immediately leave here by boat, then find a quiet small village to marry a wife and have children, and spend the rest of his life peacefully, picking up garbage here and starving after eating. , he has really had enough.

And as he gets older, the more he wants to have a child, but if he picks up garbage here, the woman can't find anything to say, and even if she has a child, she will end up digging in the garbage in the end.

"One million? It's nothing in my eyes." Moria was calm as usual, looked around, and then said: "One million may take a while to count, and being seen by others here will not affect it." It’s not high, why don’t we go inside? You guys can help me count together.”

As he spoke, Moria pointed to the garbage mountain.

"Good good!"

When this group of people heard this, they were immediately overjoyed and hurriedly followed Moriah in.

"Hey!"

"Stop! I don't dare anymore!"

Just for a moment.

In an open space behind the garbage mountain, screams came one after another.

Moria breathed a long sigh of relief and clenched his fists. Seven or eight people around him were already lying on the ground in a mess.

Lifting his feet, Moriah was about to leave when a hand suddenly stretched out to grab his ankle, but he easily dodged it: "I was wrong, even if it's 200,000!"

Moria snorted coldly. He was greedy and kicked him out. There was no chance to bargain now.