Pirates to the top

At this time, Monet presented the cooked seafood and vegetable soup.The heavy porcelain sea bowls were distributed in front of everyone, and only the people in Dog Cave No. 9 could eat with porcelain tableware.

Vegetable soup mixed with seafood and beef is poured into a bowl, and it is paired with a generous whole wheat croissant.This kind of croissant stuffed with salted egg yolk is perfect for thick soup.

Henry used a fork to put a piece of beef in the bowl into his mouth. Although the beef was no longer fresh and could not be compared with the cold-chain deacidified meat in his previous life, it still had a unique flavor under Monet's skillful cooking.

"The meat is very rotten, but it is not rotten. When you bite your lips and teeth, you can still feel the energy juice produced by the slight confrontation between the muscle fibers and the teeth." Henry thought unconsciously that he was a foodie and was also a gourmet in his previous life.His love and respect for food made him write reviews unconsciously.

"The beef is very badly cooked. I guess Monet must have fried the beef over low heat before making the soup to lock in the gravy."

And Monet was still sitting on the fur wearing an apron, not moving the utensils, just smiling and waiting for Henry's comments.

Henry took another sip of the slightly viscous soup with his spoon.

At first, the rich meaty aroma of seafood and beef washes between the teeth, but as time goes by, the harmonious aroma of vegetables and spices gradually permeates the taste buds, thanks to Monet's skillful use of various spices.

"Parsips, cinnamon, cumin and pepper." Henry closed his eyes gently and savored the taste.

"Yeah." Just when he thought that was the end, Henry suddenly felt a hint of freshness and sweetness slowly rise on his lips and teeth, taking the taste of the entire seafood and vegetable soup to a higher level.

"Is this the smell of spruce buds pickled in honey?" Henry slowly opened his eyes, showing a satisfied look.But he found that everyone was looking at him silently and didn't understand the tableware.

"What are you looking at me for?" Henry said with some confusion.

Phillips smiled and said: "Wait for you, if you think it tastes good, then there is absolutely no problem."

After saying that, he started moving with everyone.

"Damn it, I'm a professional, okay?" Monet said angrily.

Henry deeply agreed with this and approached Monet to work as a part-time cook for everyone for three years.Perhaps because of his natural talent for cooking, Monet's dishes are above par most of the time, but occasionally there will be a small probability of "surprises", such as when he is in a bad mood or developing new dishes.

"I want more." Valpo had already finished solving the problem and handed the bowl to Monet.

"Valpo, eat less and lose weight. You are too fat." Morton also handed the bowl to Monet.

Valpo turned his neck to look at Morton, even though he no longer had a neck.

"Nonsense, Henry said I was never fat."

Henry tore open a piece of croissant and dipped it into a bowl, and said with a smile: "Valpo, you're not fat, just eat more."

Morton immediately rolled his eyes.

Valpo was already a fat man with a broad body when he was sold to the gladiatorial arena three years ago, so much so that Henry thought he had the rumored giant blood when he first saw him.

After everyone had finished eating, Henry propped up his chin and said with a smile: "What Silas said just now is right. People like Franken have too little vision, but they are pretentious. But we are different. We should put it down Take a long-term view and don’t just focus on the arena.”

"In the longer term, Henry, are you saying that we should pay attention outside the arena? Is it Manchester, the county capital?" Phillips asked in surprise.

Henry was a little embarrassed and covered the corners of his beating eyes with his hands. He was also helpless sometimes.Although he is a time traveler, the three years of getting along with him and teaching him by words and deeds have somewhat broadened the minds of those around him, but after all, they are all teenagers and girls, and it is impossible for them to catch up with his ideas for a while.

In his previous life, he graduated from college, obtained certificates, and entered a firm. The journey was smooth and smooth. It was partly due to the help of his parents, but he also worked hard himself.Ten years later he became the owner of an accounting firm.Dealing with powerful people every day and providing them with "reasonable tax avoidance" is one of their main businesses.

It was also thanks to his experience and experience in his previous life that he was able to speak in front of Gabe Newell, the manager of the Arena.Henry had been working for this manager three years ago, handling his personal accounts and arena transactions.And it was done so neatly that even if it was shown to the director of the Kingdom's Inspection Bureau, he wouldn't be able to tell any clues for a while.

Yes, places like the gladiatorial arena that engage in human trafficking still have to pay taxes, and the tax burden in the Tudor Kingdom has become increasingly heavy since the Plantagenet family came to power.What's more, Gabe Newell has to pay a large amount of dividends every year. The arena does not belong to him alone. It is said that many big figures from other counties and even the royal capital of Blackburn have participated.Otherwise, such a large-scale human trafficking and duel venue would not have developed safely until now.

As for Henry, Henry naturally knows this. He retains the memory of the original host and knows many inside stories about the kingdom.

While Newell has made more money in the past three years, he is also surprised that Henry knows so much at such a young age.And Henry blamed all of this on his father, an accountant who made him out of nothing. This father had made it his mission to train him to be a top accountant since he was a child.

Although the reason is ridiculous, Newell adheres to the idea that a good guy is a good guy if he can make money, and he pays more and more attention to Henry.Henry requested that the core of the duel in the arena be changed to reduce casualties and minimize non-operating expenses. Newell agreed. Henry requested an appropriate increase in the living conditions of the slaves in the dog cave, such as distributing alcohol during the New Year to mobilize the enthusiasm and sense of belonging of the slaves. Newell agreed. Newell also agreed. The key is that these proposals have indeed brought revenue growth to Newell.Even the small-scale riots or rebellions that occasionally occurred in the arena in the past have not been seen in the past three years.

But Henry was never willing to live in this small arena. He had greater ambitions and deeper gaps.He desperately wanted to see this magical world, but the explosive collar around his neck made it impossible for him to do so.No matter how good his relationship with Newell was, he couldn't change the fact that he was a slave.

Over the past three years, he has been quietly making preparations so that one day he can escape from here and remove the explosive collars from everyone's necks.

And the key to it all

"What Henry means is to look beyond the immediate identity. We should look beyond the Tudor Kingdom, such as the North Sea, the East China Sea, and even the Grand Line," Alfred said expressionlessly.

"Pfft" Morton spit out the strong drink and laughed.

"The Grand Line, you guys can't even get out of the pier of Hoarfrost Town. A place like the Grand Line is not something you brats can go to. It would be fatal." Morton said the last few words deliberately. out.

"You stinky old man, you eat our food, drink our food, and deliberately mock us," Phillips stood up and said angrily.

"Besides, how do you know we can't go to the Grand Line? I've been listening to you brag all day long about how great you and Danny were when they were young, saying that people who have entered the Grand Line will look like you.

Morton looked at Phillips with a joking look and said with a smile: "You fishman boy, don't be dissatisfied. When I and Danny were setting sail on the Grand Route, you were still playing with mud. Do you know that the sea kings are better than three masts?" The sailboat is even bigger. It can stir up turbulent waves by flipping over. With a twitch of its tail, it can cut the ship in half. Have you heard of Devil Fruit? This secret treasure of the sea can give people incredible abilities. Those who are called espers. All the people in this arena together cannot hurt anyone. Do you know that there are many incredible legends and unbelievable things?"

Phillips has a quarter of a fish-man blood, which allows him to gain natural swimming talent while maintaining the same appearance. His strength, agility, and physical strength are far superior to those of his peers, and he can even wear a thin layer of light blue scales. Covering the surface of the body can both resist damage and serve as a weapon.

But the fishman's bloodline is ultimately something Phillips doesn't want to mention.

"Stinky old man, who doesn't know how to brag? Just listen to some troubadour's stories and change them yourself, and it will be yours. Even if there is something in your mouth, the ability user Henry in your mouth can easily solve it."

Morton sneered: "Henry just relied on what Danny and I taught him, hahahaha."

Henry shook his head helplessly: "Okay, everyone, please put away your tableware. Phillips, please put away Mr. Morton's and Mr. Danny's tableware together."

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