The powerful men of the heavens, starting from the time when the pirates helped the four emperors co

Asutlu is a kingdom with an aristocratic class system. From top to bottom, there are royal family, nobles, merchants and ordinary people.

If ordinary people offend the royal family or nobles, not only must they pay compensation, but they must also be jailed.

This class system naturally has drawbacks, but the royal power is supreme, exploitation and oppression are the pleasures of the aristocracy, and no one speaks for the people.

The moon quietly climbed up the branches, and the city-state of Asutru lit up thousands of lights, and the stars were dotted like the Milky Way.

The streets of the East District are bustling with people. The female prostitutes on Happy Street in the red light district are wearing scantily clad clothes and winking at the men on the roadside.

On the other hand, the slums in the West District are like old people in their dying years, moaning powerlessly in the corner, extremely deserted.

Beelzebub dragged the cart along the bumpy streets. The dim lights on the roadside flickered and made a soft sizzling sound.

A gust of wind blew off the dead branches and leaves of the old trees on the street.

"arrive."

Beelzebub stood in front of a low, dilapidated house. There was a tattered plaque on the door, and he could vaguely make out the words "Corpse Collection No. [-]".

I opened the door with a creak and saw a desolate courtyard of about [-] square meters. It was overgrown with weeds and bottles and cans were scattered everywhere. It was obvious that the previous owner had not taken care of it.

Beelzebub was stunned for a moment, then placed the cart in the east corner of the courtyard, picked up the broom, and simply cleaned the courtyard under the moonlight.

"Beelzebub, you're back!"

Suddenly, a loud voice appeared at the door. Beelzebub turned around and saw a lean young man with short yellow hair walking in quickly, with surprise on his face.

Beelzebub searched in his memory for a moment, then nodded slightly: "Klee, why are you here?"

The yellow-haired young man's name is Klee. He is one of the ten body collectors. He is also a friend at the wine table of the former owner's casino, commonly known as a fox friend.

Klee carefully checked Beelzebub and found that nothing was wrong. He was relieved: "I heard that you and Frey had a conflict over the ownership of the body. I thought he would make trouble for you. Now that I see that you are fine, I I feel relieved.”

Beelzebub laughed, but his heart felt cold.

People are divided into celebrities, nobles and ordinary people when they are alive, and the same is true after death.

They have a rule for collecting corpses. Corpses are divided into three, six or nine grades. For example, ordinary soldiers are the lowest grade, and one corpse is worth one thousand beli. But for the knight commander level of Morun, one corpse is worth twenty thousand beli.

The dispute between Beelzebub and Frey was due to Molun.

He clearly remembered that when he wasn't paying attention, that bastard Frey hit the back of his head with a brick.

If it weren't for the amazing physical strength of the pirate natives, I'm afraid it's not Molun who is lying in the mass grave now, but Molun and Beelzebub.

Frey...I remember.

Beelzebub secretly made a note on the revenge blacklist.

He is very vengeful.

"Frey is using his physical advantage to be arrogant and unreasonable. He will have to suffer someday!"

Klee complained about Beelzebub, and his expression was spot on.

Beelzebub looked at him with a smile: "Short of money?"

Klee's face froze: "Uh... yes."

"It seems that we lost everything again," Beelzebub shook his head: "It's not like you don't know that we have bad luck in this business."

Klee's thoughts were exposed and he touched his nose in embarrassment: "Haha... I have to collect corpses all day long. It's so boring. I have to find something to entertain myself."

Corpse collectors deal with corpses all day long and are prone to mental illness over time. Beelzebub also understands Klee's method of killing time.

"No, take it, this is the money I earned today, save it."

Beelzebub threw a bag of baileys to Klee. Klee hurriedly took it, weighed the bag, and was immediately happy.

"Beelzebub, you are really the best! When I win, I will pay you back double the money!"

After taking the money, Klee said goodbye to Beelzebub, rushed out of the door in a few steps, and disappeared in an instant.

"This kid."

Beelzebub shook his head. If he could win money, he should not be called Klee, but Mr. Gao.

After sending Klee off, Beelzebub continued to clean the courtyard and house, arranging the scattered utensils and stones in order.

Two hours later, Beelzebub looked around, looking at the masterpiece he had carefully taken care of, and nodded with satisfaction.

"This is barely a place where people live." Beelzebub thought to himself.

He took a sip of water and was about to get up and close the door when suddenly a shadow blocked the door.

"Bah, beelzebub, are you done with today's work?"

The shadow spoke. It was a middle-aged man with a wide body and a fat body, about [-] meters tall, wearing a striped jumpsuit, with a strange light in his eyes.

There was always a strange quirk to his pronunciation, as if there was a mouse gnawing at wood next to his ear.

Beelzebub remained calm and replied truthfully: "There was an accident, but fortunately it was completed, Mr. Kroll."

The person who came was none other than Kroll, the boss of the Corpse Collection Agency.

Kroll was slightly surprised, feeling that Beelzebub today was a little different from the past, but he didn't think much about it and said with a smile: "Really... I came here this time to see you for something.

I have a business in the Buro Kingdom. I heard that you escaped from there. I guess you are familiar with the Buro Kingdom, so I plan to send you there. "

Hearing this, Beelzebub suddenly showed a bitter look on his face: "Mr. Kroll, you know that the Buro Kingdom has been in political chaos for many years, with thieves and thieves swarming around, and the social order is chaotic. It is a lawless place... You are not sending me there to die. ?"

The smile on Kroll's face disappeared instantly, and his eyes gradually turned cold: "You will give me a headache, Beelzebub. You know, you are a pirate and your background is not good. The reason why I help you suppress it is I value your intelligence and cleverness, but now it seems that I was wrong."

Beelzebub could naturally hear Kroll's threat.

Although he didn't think that his insignificant identity as a pirate would cause much trouble to him before he entered this profession, but who knew whether Kroll would use any means behind the scenes to frame him.

The body collector industry reminded him of Dracula Pietro, one of the kings of the underground world who attended the tea party of the Four Emperors Charlotte Lingling 28 years later.

The world of pirates is too dangerous, and Beelzebub just wants to survive and grow.

Just when Kroll was about to lose his patience, Beelzebub spoke: "Mr. Kroll, please send me to the Bro Kingdom... It is my honor to share your worries."

There was no way, this was the Grand Line, and he didn't want to live a life of escape at the beginning.

And he needs the career of corpse collector to improve his skills.

A smile suddenly appeared on Krol's shiny face, and he patted Beelzebub's shoulder heavily: "I knew you were on the right track! In the morning three days later, a ship will pick you up at Asutlu Port. In the Kingdom of Luo, the contact person will tell you what your mission is. I wish you good luck, Beelzebub."

With that said, Kroll left with a smile and a big belly. The dim street lights stretched his figure like a vicious beast.

This night is destined not to be peaceful.