Pirates: One Way All the Way

The high temperature that seems to dry the world and the scorching sun that stings people's eyes make up the daily life of Heliopolis.

Squeak.

Moza gently pushed open the sturdy wooden door, which was as solid and cold as the legendary wooden wall that could divide the world.

The dark environment and mysterious atmosphere behind the door made him accustomed to the sun, and he couldn't help frowning.

This is a very common underground black market bar in the dark world. It is common to see the branches of the Navy in the four seas. It is unremarkable and unremarkable.

Mossa was actually curious as to why these most basic intelligence trading offices looked like bars, and they all seemed to be operating poorly.

But this has nothing to do with the purpose of his trip, and he doesn't bother to waste his precious brain cells for it.

"Krista..."

Moza recalled the girl again, not because of anything else, but because he learned about this method of finding the black market from this girl.

The navy will not teach how to connect with black market merchants. The navy is not that generous, and neither is the training camp!

At least-

Honest teaching is impossible!

It's your ability to learn by accident. Those who can't learn it will know it after a long time after graduation.

Moza was extremely grateful for his shameless questioning and discerning eyes during his days in the Crystal Merchant Group, otherwise he might have been caught blind.

......

Squeak.

The sound of pushing the door sounded, and the connection between the wooden doors seemed to have not been refueled for a long time. The difficult sound produced by the friction of the wood seemed rather harsh in the silent tavern.

The middle-aged tavern owner, who was lying on the table in a bored daze, raised his head from the wine cabinet. The door was the main door only for his big business guests, and ordinary guests would only walk in from the side door.

Hope it's not some guy who got in by mistake and wasting the old man's expectations...

The next moment, he saw a dazzling purple hair shining brightly under the sunlight behind the door, a person who could see that those traffickers would fight for their lives, could sell a suffocating big one to those nobles. The price boy walked in with a bright smile.

It seems that they either smashed the market or entered the aristocracy by mistake. I hope it is just a mistake. If it is a smashing of the market, then the traffickers probably seldom get goods like you. The tavern owner speculates secretly.

Before the tavern owner could finish thinking with his somewhat dull head, he noticed that the boy had appeared in front of him, and he casually gestured with a few general code words, indicating that he was here for business, and the owner also relaxed.

Although these black market merchants have a bad reputation, they usually don't have any thoughts or actions before the transaction is over.

The tavern owner smiled and handed the boy a glass of water.

The purple-haired boy also smiled. He didn't mean to touch the water. He leaned over and said softly, "I have a big business."

The tavern owner's eyes lit up, it was a light named Bailey!

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Half a month later.

The Kingdom of Heliopolis, the capital of Memphis.

The design concept of Memphis and Albana, the capital of Alabasta, is very similar. It is also a high foundation. The ground level of the entire city is more than 20 meters higher than the outside desert.

And the royal palace of Heliopolis is nearly ten meters higher than the ground of Memphis outside.

In the eyes of the Heliopolis, the design of the royal capital represents that the royal family has a higher status than the people living in the capital Memphis, and the people living in the capital Memphis have a higher status than the rest of the kingdom of Heliopolis. people, a strong sense of class is pervasive in the kingdom of Heliopolis.

Looking at it from a distance, it looks like a luxurious two-layer cake placed on the black ground, enough to arouse the yearning, longing and coveting of the entire Heliopolis!

And there are two most dazzling places on the cake.

One of them is naturally the tallest building that can be seen at a glance. Inside, there is the Supreme Throne, which is known as the absolute center of the kingdom, and represents the pinnacle of Heliopolis' power—the Hall of Government!

The second is a beautiful small garden, in which precious flower species from all over the world emerge in an endless stream.

In the word of the Heliopolis people, they said that this garden was built by a famous master who was invited by a king to the sea many years ago, and it remains the most beautiful all year round. The magical garden of the blooming scenery is also the favorite place for the royal family to stay, and even several kings once moved their usual office here.

At this time, a messy and hurried footsteps broke the quiet atmosphere of the small garden of the palace...

"Bang!" The sound of his knees hitting the ground with his knees upright sounded.

"Your Majesty! Discover the Osiris-class Extra Large Salon Volume, the target - Hull City!"

The man who broke into the small garden knelt on the ground, lowered his head stubbornly, and reported loudly.

"Hull City? It's for the King's Army?" Standing casually in the small garden, his white-blond medium-length hair was neatly combed back, and he wore a golden crown inlaid with huge emeralds. The particularly heroic middle-aged man is King O'Brien of Heliopolis!

O'Brien turned his eyes away from the document in front of him, and looked at the trembling man with his soft pupils.

"Nella Alder, I've said it many times, so there's no need to be so respectful."

"Yes!" Neela Alder still didn't dare to get up, but just raised his head and trembled and reported:

"Your Majesty, a sandstorm with such a huge size... The Star Watch Department denied the possibility of man-made... So it should be formed naturally."

Although His Majesty O'Brien is known as a benevolent monarch among ministers, citizens and even the neighboring countries, only the close ministers around him know how dangerous His Majesty O'Brien is, no matter how peaceful or kind he is on the outside, Whether it is compassion or a smile, the essence of the king is slaughter and majesty after all.

"Hmph, as the base of the King's Army, Hull City is really troubled." O'Brien said coldly.

At this moment, he thought of some domestic and foreign enemies - no matter how they did it, it was enough to know that they had motives.

After a while, Neela Alder had to bite the bullet and interrupt O'Brien's thoughts.

"...Your Majesty, what should we do...".

O'Brien, who was disturbed by his thoughts, frowned indistinctly, and glanced at the trembling Neela Alder without accusing him of anything.

"I'll go there myself."

It's been a long time since I made a move. It seems that those guys have forgotten the majesty of this king. It's time to remind this country of the power of Pharaoh of Rain!

I hope you are not stupid enough to hope that you can successfully attack me!

Rain Pharaoh O'Brien, dispatch!

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The two changes are over and the flowers are scattered~~~

Everyone~ Where are the tickets?

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