The gourmet among pirates

Maureen glanced at him, took out a hundred-beli coin from his pocket, flicked it towards the little boy and said, "Take me to the restaurant with the largest portions and the fastest service around here."

Slap it.

After quickly taking the coin that Molin popped out, the little boy showed a look of huge surprise on his face.

After he quickly put all the coins in his pocket, he said to Mo Lin: "Don't worry, sir. The restaurant I take you to is definitely the restaurant with the largest portions and the fastest serving time in the town."

Maureen nodded.

"Lead the way, kid!"

"Okay, uncle!"

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After walking along the rain curtain for a short distance.

Maureen saw a wooden sign posted at a door with the sign of the pub painted on it.

Looking along the road sign, a pub covering an area of ​​more than 400 square meters appeared at the intersection of several streets.

The door of this tavern was closed, but there was an extremely noisy sound coming from the crack in the door.

Obviously there were quite a few people inside.

Looking at the tavern in front of him, the kid who showed Molin the way walked around in fear, and then continued to move forward.

Obviously, the place he wanted to take Molin to was not this tavern.

However, smelling the fragrant smell of food coming from the tavern, Molin's feet stopped unconsciously.

"smell good!"

Molin, who was under the umbrella, smelled the tempting smell of food and unconsciously touched his dry belly, then changed direction and walked directly towards the tavern.

The little boy who was pointing the way to Mo Lin ran a few steps, and when he realized that Mo Lin hadn't followed, he subconsciously looked back.

When he looked around, he happened to see Mo Lin walking towards the large tavern in the middle of the intersection.

【not good. 】

The little boy, who was secretly about to suffer, hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Mo Lin's corner again.

He whispered anxiously: "Uncle, don't go."

Mo Lin was not angry when he was pulled. He just pointed at the tavern and asked: "Isn't this a tavern?"

"Uncle, this is a tavern, but the food here is expensive, but it is dangerous to eat there. Pirates visit this tavern every day. Let's eat somewhere else! The place I told you is not It’s far away, just walk one street and you’ll be there.”

Gurgle gurgle!!!

Molin touched his stomach, which made a growling sound, and took out a coin worth five hundred beli from his pocket, and threw it to the little boy.

"I'm too hungry to walk, so I'll stay here! As for pirates..." Molin showed a playful smile and continued, "I've seen a lot."

"Okay, this 500 beli is just a tip for bringing me here. I'm going to eat first, I'm very hungry."

With that said, Molin didn't care about the little boy who looked anxious and wanted to say something, and sent him aside directly.

Pirates or something, isn’t that a walking wallet?

If the pirates in this tavern are good, Molin might be able to save another meal.

With a "squeak", Molin opened the door. The scene inside was a group of strong or fierce-looking guys, with either knives or guns in their waists.

Seeing someone pushing the door open, the noisy tavern suddenly became silent.

At this moment, Molin seemed to have attracted the attention of most people in the tavern.

But...it's only for a moment.

At this time, Maureen was not wearing a navy uniform, only casual clothes.

So after some people glanced at him, they turned their heads without paying attention and continued to do their own things.

They seemed to have become accustomed to this.

Of course, there were some people who were still looking at Molin up and down with critical eyes.

This group of people was different from the previous crazy men who looked fierce and had danger written on their faces. They wore unique and high-quality clothes and sat quietly in the corner of the tavern or in the booths, drinking and drinking.

Occasionally, you can still find a few successful people wearing neat formal suits.

This kind of person is either a leader among pirates or an unscrupulous businessman seeking huge profits.

When he was a captain in the Navy, Molin saw many people like this.

While they were sizing up Molin, Molin was also sizing them up.

After taking a look, Mo Lin walked to the bar, put Gui Che on the bar, and said to the muscular bartender at the bar: "A bunch of fruit wine, a roasted whole lamb, a large war Give me ten more portions of ax steak, and whatever other dishes you can serve me quickly, your stomach is growling, so hurry up."

The bartender glanced at Mo Lin, then at the expensive ghost knife on the table, and nodded.

Very good, it seems that he is not someone who cannot afford to pay. Even if he really cannot afford to pay, he can still use the knife on the bar to pay the bill.

The bartender didn't ask Mo Lin whether he could eat so much food by himself. He just pointed to an empty seat not far away and said, "You want a lot of things and the bar can't accommodate them. You can wait at table No. 9 first." Come on, I'll have the food served right away."

"Okay, give me a glass of fruit wine first. I'm thirsty."

"no problem!"

The bartender with a sinister face quickly poured Molin a glass of fruit wine with agility that was not suited to his body type. He then wrote down what Molin wanted on a piece of paper and handed it to the chef.

"Hey Hey hey!"

Just as the bartender went to hand over the note, a frivolous voice sounded next to Maureen.

A guy with a square scarf on his head and a small open-chest vest came over with a few younger brothers and said, "Hey, friend, this knife of yours looks good, lend it to me to open my eyes."

Mo Lin glanced at the man with a bald head and said coldly: "If you don't want to borrow it, get out!"

"Asshole, you actually talk to me in this tone. Do you want to die?"

He quickly took out a gun from his waist, pointed it at Mo Lin's head, and said with a ferocious smile: "Kneel down on the ground if you are wise, and give me the knife obediently. Maybe I am in a good mood, so I will treat you like a fart and let you go." .”

As he said that, the boys behind the man with the baotou all laughed out loud for a moment, and all of them looked at Mo Lin with threats and ridicule in their eyes.

Chapter 194 Fighting

"Wellington..." The expression of the bartender who had just returned from the kitchen changed.

The man named Wellington glanced at the bar and said arrogantly: "You'd better stay out of my business, otherwise your boss won't be able to protect you."

"you······"

After the bartender was threatened, his expression changed several times, and he finally backed down.

"cut!"

After forcing the bartender away with one word, Wellington sneered disdainfully.

Mo Lin glanced at the bartender who turned his head and remained silent, then glanced at Wellington, the man with a bun, and asked in surprise, "Are all people in the New World so courageous?"

Wellington opened the hammer with his finger, aimed the gun at Morin's temple, and said, "How can you make money if you are not brave enough? In this damn world, the timid will starve to death, and the brave will die of gluttony. I have experienced the feeling of hunger, and I don't want to experience that kind of hunger again in my life. So, even if I die, I would rather die of hunger than be a coward!"

"Hey hey hey...I've said enough, take a knife, your wallet and these clothes, and exchange your life, it's a good deal!"

Mo Lin said unexpectedly: "Even clothes?"

Wellington, the man with the buns, said with a sinister smile: "Haha, boy, don't think I don't know the goods. Your clothes, this silky material, and this exquisite workmanship cost at least hundreds of thousands of beliries. Even if they are second-hand, they will cost you at least hundreds of thousands." It can be sold for a lot of money. When I do business in Wellington, I never dislike its small size."

"I see!"

Mo Lin nodded and looked at the others, "Speaking of which, has it always been so chaotic here? Can you rob a meal openly, or is it a life-threatening one?"

"Hahaha, where do you think this is?"

Wellington, the bag-headed man, laughed and said: "This is the 'Port Country' Farnes. Whether you are a pirate, a black marketeer, or a bounty hunter, here, as long as you have money to pay the fine, you can do whatever you want, of course." , the premise of all this is that the weak will eat the strong."

“Give it to him…”

The bartender with a sinister face turned around at some point and said in a low voice: "I would like to advise you, if you don't want to die, just give him everything."

"Yes, give me the things in exchange for your life. You can choose either the things or your life."

Wellington, the man with the hooded head, chuckled softly and moved the pistol downwards.

It seems that he wants to target some indescribable location and threaten him first.

Zheng!

The moment the Baotou man Wellington's malicious intent arose, a black light lit up around them, and the bright light instantly illuminated the somewhat dim tavern.

The Baotou man Wellington and his younger brother were directly split into two parts from their chests as the black light flashed. A large amount of blood surged to the rear, staining the floor red.

"It's a pity that you can't take away my sword or my life."

hum!

With a flick of his fingertips, the blood stains on the sword were blown away with force.

Mo Lin walked along a clean path from the bar, wiped the already clean blade up and down, and then slowly put Kite into the scabbard.

"But I don't want to live the dream of a coward and a starving ghost. I'll satisfy you!"

After doing all this, Maureen took a sip of the orange fruit wine in front of her.

The taste is surprisingly good!

After taking an extra sip of fruit wine, Mo Lin said to the dazed bartender: "What are you doing standing around here? Hurry up and serve the food!"

"By the way, is there a bounty on this guy?"

The bartender took a deep look at Molin and nodded, "The vice-captain of the Screaming Pirates, the 'Yellow Turban' Wellington, has a bounty of 37 million Baileys."

After smiling with satisfaction, Molin said: "Thirty-seven million belibeli? It seems that it is enough for me to have a good meal. Then I will give you this guy's head, after deducting the service fee, cleaning fee and tip. Give me the rest and give it to me in exchange for food! Any questions?"

This type of tavern can generally serve as a small black market, offering a variety of services, including services for exchanging pirate heads for bounties.

Specifically provided for those with inconvenient status.

Of course, Maureen simply didn't want to waste that time.

"No problem!" After hesitating for a while, the bartender said, "Our tavern's rake is 15%, which means that for Wellington's bounty, we have to rake out 5.55 million Baileys."

Just to collect a bounty on your behalf would require a commission of 5.55 million beli. This fee is not unreasonable.

But Maureen just shrugged, "It doesn't matter, as long as your food is served quickly."

"Hold on!"

After sending someone to quickly dispose of the bodies and blood stains on the ground, a waiter was called to replace him, and then disappeared behind the bar again.

After the bartender left.

As if breaking the strange atmosphere in the tavern, the crowd who was intimidated by Molin's knife began to whisper again.

"That guy Wellington is such an idiot!"

A table of pirates sneered and said: "There are a few simple ones who are alone in this place. They rushed up without thinking, so they gave us a test."

"Hey, did you see clearly how he drew his sword just now?"

"No, it was too fast. We don't even know when he drew his sword. Wellington and his men were dead. Although we don't know how strong he was, he must be a master of swordsmanship."

A group of people were discussing with each other there, but they were only surprised by such an attack, but no one was afraid.

As for the dead, they have seen a lot!

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Mo Lin took the fruit wine and sat down at table No. 9.

After enduring hunger and waiting in boredom for a while, I don't know if it was Molin's killing sword that made the chef in the tavern feel threatened and played a good role in urging the food, or it was the 15% water pumping drive.

In short, plates full of food were quickly served to Molin's table.

Gulu!

Gulu! !

Gulu! ! !

The fragrant food instantly aroused Molin's hunger.

He directly picked up a hot dog that was as thick as an adult's forearm. After chewing it a few times, Maureen swallowed it down his throat and sent it into the black hole of his stomach.