One Piece Black Emperor

On the way back, Casillas once again saw the gathering place of homeless people. During the day, there were basically few people here. In the precarious life, as long as they can walk, both the elderly and children need to go out to beg for a living and rummage through the garbage. .

The city guard's search of this place should have ended last night.

After all, it is just a shabby shack, and you can tell at a glance that there is nothing but garbage inside. Presumably, the city guards who received such a mission, whether they were ordinary soldiers, officers, or leaders, did not want to waste too much time here.

Casillas did not stay here longer.

Compared to the seemingly unchanged homeless gathering place, Duan Town can be said to be in a mess.

Some houses had their doors torn down by the city guards.

Some blood stains can still be seen on the bumpy road. No matter what time it is, there will be some people who can't see the form clearly, are unwilling to give up what they have, and then throw away everything.

One night later, the city guards still did not leave, and there were still soldiers patrolling.

Similarly, in the garbage mountain at the terminal of Uncertain Things, there are also groups of soldiers constantly patrolling back and forth like plowing fields, as if they are vowing to catch the murderer.

Casillas understands this.

But what he couldn't understand was why his home was surrounded by city guards? Maybe it can't be said that, it looks like these guys with flintlock rifles are guarding the door.

As soon as he approached, a city guard came up with a serious face:

"who?"

"I am the master of this house." Casillas faced the opponent's gun, raised his hands with a smile, and replied cooperatively.

Hearing this, the city guard retreated to the door and stopped moving.

What a dedicated soldier.

Casillas thought to himself that if there were not hundreds of city guards who came forward in Duan Town, he would have drawn his gun and fed him a bullet.

Opening the door, as expected, a guy who looked like an aristocrat was sitting at the table, smoking a cigar in his mouth.

Beside him stood a beautiful woman, serving him.

This guy's body has obviously gained weight. Although he can still see some traces of his strong body when he was young, most of it is completely ruined by his rich face and belly.

He has blond hair that is slowly turning gray.

This guy looked at Casillas:

"Oh, forgive my rudeness, Mr. Casillas." He stood up and saluted slightly: "I entered your home without the owner's permission, but I need a temporary residence. I believe you will not blame me."

He seemed polite, but it was all obviously fake. The reason why he wanted to be polite was because he knew that Casillas might have some unknown relationship with the great nobleman Karimula.

But deep down he still looked down on Casillas. After all, he was a noble, but Casillas was not.

This is why he just barged in here and used it as his temporary place to give orders and rest.

Hawke walked up to Casillas and explained a few words in a low voice.

"Haha, it's an honor for me to have a noble nobleman here." Casillas smiled instantly: "But my place is definitely too simple compared to your residence. It's really rude."

His reaction made Kelton satisfied and comfortable.

In Kelton's view, no matter what relationship this guy had with the great nobleman Karimula, since he was not yet a nobleman, he should have this attitude when he saw him.

Casillas tidied up his somewhat messy clothes, sat down on the other side of the table, looked at the tall glasses and red wine placed on it, and the ashtray with a lot of cigarette ashes, and asked with a smile:

"Lord Kelton, haven't you caught the murderer who dared to challenge the majesty of the nobles?"

Hearing him mention this, Kelton couldn't help showing an irritated expression: "I can't help it. I don't know where this hateful pariah and thug has gone. There is no news yet. Instead, seven of my people died. Right inside Gorbo Mountain!"<b