Pirate: My shadow can hang up

Maginot drove the carriage and waited quietly behind to go through the security check, taking in all this.

Seeing this situation, she immediately ran over with a kind heart. She knew the methods of the guards. It was very common for them to be maimed or beaten to death.

Hearing the voice coming from behind, Moria's mouth twitched.

Following the sound, I saw a woman dressed as a peasant woman walking forward. Although her clothes were simple, her delicate appearance and proud figure could not be concealed.

Moria instantly remembered the name and identity of the person in front of him.

The village beauty of Windmill Village, Maginot, is a mother-like existence to the three Luffy brothers.

I saw Maginot walking forward and said to the two guards: "Two adults, I have been offended a lot just now. Here is a small amount of money. I hope you can be accommodating."

Maginot took out a cloth bag from his pocket and took out a small wad of banknotes. Just as he was about to count them, one of the guards snatched them away.

"With this small amount of money, why do you want to count it and send it to a beggar?" After taking the money away, the guard glared at Moriah: "For the sake of money, I will let you go this time. There will be a next time. You look good."

They may also know that Moria is not a fool, but they don't tell the truth, otherwise they will not collect money.

A guard used a long gun to open the curtain of the carriage and saw some vegetables and fruits inside. After a brief inspection, he shook his head at the other companions.

The four guards gathered around and divided the money they had just received. Seeing that Moria and Maginot were still stunned, they waved to them impatiently: "While the brothers are happy, why don't you hurry up?" roll!"

Maginot may often come in and out here, but obviously these guards don't care about this. The only thing that can make them submissive is money and power.

Seeing this stupid big guy like Moriah standing there, Makino couldn't help but get angry. She definitely didn't care about money, absolutely not.

Moria stared down at this woman, looked up and down, and thought for a long time.

With Makino muttering, she followed her into the city of Goa Kingdom.

"Where are you from? How come I haven't seen you before?" Maginot held the horse and asked Moria sideways.

Moria's clothes are not very flashy, they are specially designed for the convenience of fighting. In addition, there is a lot of dust on it, so it does look like a refugee. It is no wonder that Maginot admits his mistake.

What a kind woman! A passer-by who had only met once was able to rescue him, and he was the one who was rescued. Moriah couldn't help but feel good about him.

"Didn't I say thank you for helping you?" Maginot suspected that the other party was mute. She had been talking for a long time, and Moriah didn't reply at all.

Did it help? If he didn't help, several guards might have disappeared long ago, and he didn't know who he was helping.

Moria still didn't speak, just stared at Maginot's face.

This look made Makino feel a little embarrassed, and she turned her head hurriedly.

After half a day of observation, Maginot gradually began to wonder if the other party was a human being. He looked very tall and had horns, which made him look quite mysterious.

Seeing that he had entered the city, Moria walked directly along the avenue towards the city.

result.

Before he had even taken two steps, Maginot stopped him: "Wait, where are you going? I spent all the money I spent on drinks to save you, and you're just going to leave like this?"

Maginot was a little angry. How could this person be like this? He didn't even know how to be grateful at the very least.

After being told this, Moriah thought so. Just when he was about to take the money out of his pocket, he suddenly thought of something and stopped again.

"Looking at you like this, you can't come up with any money, so why not do this? If you don't have any money, then you can contribute. I'll let you go when you can." Maginot said with her hands on her hips. She could run a tavern by herself. I'm not a fool. It's okay to suffer a small loss, but not if it's a big loss.

At this time, his posture was rather like that of a capitalist.

Moria didn't find it funny either, and nodded, agreeing with what she said.

"So you can understand people's words!" Seeing him nodding, Maginot felt a little better. She handed the reins to Moriah: "First follow me to the vegetable market to sell vegetables, and then follow me to buy vegetables." As for the wine, let’s make an agreement first, and then it will be yours to carry the wine barrels. I have no money to hire workers anymore.”

Moria looked at a hand stretched out. The palm was not so smooth, it could even be said to be a little rough, and she couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

After Moria nodded, the vegetable market was located between the edge town and the center street, where the commoners of Goa Kingdom lived, while the nobles lived in the deepest high town and the kingdom.

The kingdom of Goa has a strict hierarchy. The nobles look down on the common people, and the common people look down on outsiders and refugees.

After Moria and Maginot arrived at the vegetable market, it was not too early, but it was definitely not too early. At this moment, many stalls had already started selling.

Seeing this scene, Moria couldn't help but sigh. He didn't expect that he, a big pirate with a worth of hundreds of millions and legal plunder qualifications from the government, would buy groceries on the street one day.

I secretly thought about the glory of labor, and then I calmed down. What's more, with a beautiful woman as my company, the situation didn't seem too bad.

"What are you doing standing there, why don't you help unload the goods." Maginot entered the carriage and carried out baskets of crops, while Moria was responsible for moving them to the ground.

Moriah moved half the car in one trip, which made Maginot very happy. This was considered a blessing in misfortune, and Moriah became more pleasing to the eye.

After leaving the stall, Moriah hid next to Maginot with nothing to do, lowering his head. Although most people in the city didn't know him, he was always a little embarrassed.

I thought it would be sold out soon, but Moriah's legs were almost numb when he was squatting there, and less than one-tenth of the items were sold out.

Occasionally, someone stopped to pay at the stall, seeming to be sizing it up, thinking about whether to buy it, but was called over by a colleague not far away, and after whispering a few words, he was successfully fooled.

Moria's five senses are far beyond ordinary people. Although the other party lowered his voice, he could still vaguely hear what the other party said.

The general meaning is that the things Maginot sells are not imported, but grown outside the city.

This sentence directly gave up the man's desire to buy. After all, the first thing that came to mind when he mentioned outside the city was the garbage station, which was not clean.

Although Moria saw through all this, he didn't point it out.

Seeing that other stalls were almost closing down, Maginot saw it in her eyes and took it to heart.

But at this moment, a group of people suddenly appeared in front of the stall. Maginot greeted them with a smile, but when he looked up and saw the people coming, he was stunned.

The person who came was headed by a middle-aged man, followed by several young people. They looked like gangsters, they were so angry that they looked like they deserved a beating.

But their identities are not hooligans, and they all have work IDs hanging on their chests.

"Don't come to your stall every Saturday anymore. Just pack up your things and move them now."

The person who spoke was the leader, who was the manager of this market.

"Well, sir, if I remember correctly, it will still be half a year before the expiry of this stall, right?" Maginot said in a low voice.