Pirate's Doom Follows

Kingdom of Santorea.

The capital, Ossos.

The port is dotted with thousands of white sailing boats, which are in harmony with the white clouds suspended in the blue sky. The vigorous seagulls pass by the blue sea quickly, making clear and proud calls. .

There was a flood of people on the pier, porters were busy loading and unloading goods like worker ants, tourists on the shore were dressed colorfully, and laughter flowed in the air.

“It’s completely impossible to tell that this country is fighting a civil war.”

Atlas scratched his head, and the gangplank of the ship made a creaking sound as his majestic body pressed against him.

"If war breaks out in Ossos, there will be no civil war. The Kingdom of Saint Dorea will be over long ago. We should just take a bird's holiday and leave as soon as possible."

Nominally, they came to investigate the rebel army of the Kingdom of Saint Dorea. According to intelligence from other CP departments, there were revolutionary army activities among the rebel army. For this reason, Spangdyne reluctantly agreed to this, which was called an investigation, but was actually a vacation. mission, otherwise, the secret service would be a fucking vacation.

Colorful ribbons of various colors, red, yellow, white, and green, are hung over the long red brick street, fluttering gently in the wind.

Restaurants and pubs on both sides of the street also hung banners celebrating big wins, celebrating victory, etc. However, in addition to the wanton laughter of tourists, there was also a hint of something hidden beneath the smiles of the shop owners and local residents. melancholy.

Leo looked around and saw a cart under the coconut trees on the street. An old man in a pink apron was wrapping marshmallows with a smile. Five or six little kids were guarding the cart, watching eagerly. The marshmallow got bigger and bigger, and exchanged sweat-stained coins for pink marshmallows, holding them in hand and reluctant to eat them.

"Atlas, do you want marshmallows?"

"No, it's bad for your teeth." Atlas resolutely refused, and he turned to look at the barbecue restaurant on the other side, "Brother, go eat cotton candy yourself, and I'll buy two skewers of squid."

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Leo stared at Atlas's burly back and miscalculated. He preferred barbecue to marshmallows, but the barbecue stall at the corner of the street was too crowded, and the young boss was too busy. Take off, doesn't seem like the type that's easy to talk to

"Uncle, give me a marshmallow."

"Okay, one marshmallow, and I'll give you a hundred Baileys."

The uncle threw the coin into the belly pocket of the pink apron, and began to wrap up the cotton candy with a smile.

"Boss, is there any festival on the island today? Why are there lights and colorful lights everywhere?"

Watching the marshmallow slowly take shape, Leo chatted with the uncle very casually.

"Guest, you just came today, right?" The boss glanced at Leo with a smile, "The king issued an edict five days ago. In order to celebrate the victory of the king's army, the legislation established a seven-day holiday on Victory Day. Well, in short, we are indeed celebrating the festival, even though we have to pay the victory tax."

"Victory Day? The rebels were defeated?"

"Well, it is said that the rebel army was defeated by the king's army in the wild, and many people died." The smile on the boss's face faded a bit, but when another child ran over next to him, his smile immediately widened again, "Okay, Your strawberry flavored marshmallows, guest.”

"Thank you."

I took the marshmallow and took a lick. It was soft, sweet, and melted in my mouth. The sweetness of the strawberry was deeply injected into my soul. It was surprisingly not bad.

Eating sweets occasionally seems to give you a feeling of happiness.

"Wait a minute, do you want to buy some candies for Aimo? No, no, let's forget it. I will be killed by that uncle." Leo licked the marshmallows and walked leisurely towards the barbecue stall on the corner of the street, thinking Thinking of the uncle's terrifying murderous aura, I might as well forget it.

Compared to marshmallows, which are more popular with children and young women, the business at the barbecue stalls is much busier. It's almost lunch time, and the office workers and tourists passing by can't stand the stimulation of chili peppers and spices. , holding a large handful of steaming skewers in his hand, like holding a holy sword just pulled out of a stone, full of a strange sense of holiness.

"Gudong"