The gourmet among pirates

"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."

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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 Clow's temple, and said: "How can you make money if you are not brave? In this shitty world, the timid will starve to death and the bold will starve to death. I have experienced the feeling of hunger. This I don’t want to experience that kind of hunger again in my whole life, so even if I die, I won’t be a coward and starve to death!”

"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.

Gollum!

Gollum! !

Gollum! ! !

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.

Whoosh whoosh!

The food that had just been served by the waiter was cleared away without even covering the table to warm it.

This terrifying eating speed stunned the waiters who had just finished serving the dishes and had not yet had time to leave.

There are many big eaters in the new world. Generally, the stronger the person, the better they eat. After working in this tavern for so many years, these waiters have seen many big eaters with astonishing appetites.

But even those big eaters don’t eat like this.

This terrifying eating speed, as well as the terrifying appearance of not rejecting anyone who came, almost eating the plate together, made the waiter tremble with fear.

Those big hard bones were struck by a mouth full of black teeth (wrapped with armed domineering energy) and a pitch-black tongue and mouth (also wrapped with armed domineering energy to prevent fish bones and bone residue from scratching the mouth and esophagus). He chewed it and swallowed it raw.

After quickly clearing away the food on the table, Mo Lin felt that it was over just as it started. Mo Lin, who was not satisfied with the meal at all, scolded the waiter in front of him: "Why are you standing there? You didn't see me doing this." We’ve already finished everything, why don’t we serve the food quickly!”

"Ah...yes!"

After being scolded by Mo Lin, seven or eight waiters hurriedly took away the empty plates in front of Mo Lin, and then ran to the kitchen to serve the plates.

Mo Lin ate for three hours.

After several of the dozen cooks and twenty waiters in the tavern fainted from exhaustion, this smokeless battle ended with the tavern running out of food reserves.

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After wiping my hands with a hot towel handed over by a soft-handed waiter.

Mo Lin looked at the pale-faced bartender who was standing by with dissatisfaction and said: "Your tavern is not good! Not to mention the chef's cooking speed is so slow, I have only eaten so much, and there is no food reserve. How can we do business like this?" Yes, it’s not like I didn’t pay.”

The bartender, who was scolded by Mo Lin, had a wry smile on his face and cursed in his heart.

[Bah, you haven’t eaten much yet. The food reserves in our tavern are enough to feed three to four hundred people for a month. As a result, except for some drinks and rice and noodles, all vegetables and meats, even potatoes , all the sweet potatoes were made into dishes and eaten up. 】

[In order to make a living and serve other guests, we specially sent people to purchase another batch of vegetables and meat from the nearby vegetable market. However, it didn’t take long before you ate them all again. 】

[Now the food market thinks there is a food shortage and they don’t dare to sell us too much food at once. What can we do? 】

In order to earn back the cost of more than 30 million beli, Maureen really ate with open belly.

Not to mention food for hundreds of people, even if the quantity doubled, Molin wouldn't be able to eat it.

But even so, Mo Lin estimated that he had made back 10 to 20 million Baileys by eating and drinking.

This meal, without holding back all the energy to digest it, Mo Lin was nine times full, which was considered rare.

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After eating and drinking.

Molin looked around and found that among the diners who had not left, no one dared to look at her.

Food intake is strength.

The stronger you are, the more you can eat.

When there are no means of sensing the strength of an enemy such as seeing, smelling, smelling, coloring or other means, the size of the appetite is sometimes an important way for ordinary people to perceive and judge the strong.

Coupled with Mo Lin's amazing sword strike that no one saw clearly before, no idiot would think that Mo Lin was just an ordinary big eater.

In fact, no one believed that an ordinary big eater could have such an amazing appetite as Mo Lin.

After guessing Molin's strength, they had long ago wiped away all the dark thoughts that had hit Molin.

He is still in the tavern, and the person who hit him was not the attention of the extraordinary-looking black knife on Molin's waist or the bulging wallet, but the attention of Molin.

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After seeing Mo Lin finish eating, a rough man came over holding a wine glass.

He looked at Mo Lin and said: "Brother, you are pretty strong. Wellington is not weak. With a bounty of 37 million Baileys, he is quite famous among us. He was actually killed by you. Why?" So, are you interested in joining my pirate group?"

Mo Lin narrowed his eyes and said, "Pirates?"

"Yes! We are the Blade Pirates!"

The big man patted the giant ax on his back and said, "How about joining us and I will make you the deputy captain directly. Then you will have fame, wine, and power."

"Our captain is David the Sharp Blade, a great pirate with a bounty of 77.7 million. If you join us, you will definitely not suffer any loss."

"Yes, Captain David is very strong. Brother, you don't seem to be famous. If you join us, you will be rewarded soon, and you will be famous by then."

At a table in the back, several pirates were drinking loudly.

Of course, Mo Lin keenly saw a fierce man with a scar on his face among the crowd. He stared at Mo Lin coldly with a smile on his face.

There seemed to be murderous intent in that glance.

[Haha, by asking me to be the vice-captain, is this taking away his position? 】

Mo Lin drained the fruit wine in the glass in one gulp, then took a new bottle from the bottle next to him and filled it for himself, then said: "The bounty is 77.7 million... It's really scary. Woolen cloth."

"But besides them, who else wants to recruit me?"

Maureen shook the wine glass, turned around and looked around.

"Of course there is."

Under Molin's glance, pirates soon made a sound at another table. One of them, who looked like a captain, stood up and said:

"Hey, little brother, come on my ship and join our pirate group. I will give you the position of first mate. It just so happened that our first mate died in a conflict with others last time. We are not like the Blade Pirates. Team, the deputy captain on his ship is not dead. If you are asked to be the captain, who knows what David is thinking in his heart. Haha, don’t kill someone with a borrowed knife. I heard that the captain and deputy captain of the Blade Pirates are not It’s been a long time!”

"Hey, join us, little brother, you are also suitable to join our pirate group!"

As the captain spoke, the other pirates in the tavern who had not yet left also started shouting.

"Haha, how can the pirate group with no background compare with our Karen gang? Brother, join our gang. If you want, we can even get you a noble dangdang in this country, 'Port Country' 'Although Farnes is not big, it is not small either. Here, even the emperor is afraid of our Karen gang."

In addition to pirates, some gangsters and black marketeers also shouted.

"Brother, what's the point of following those guys and licking blood? Come to our Chamber of Commerce and join us. You can get money and women at your fingertips. We are not pirates, and we are not that dangerous on weekdays. We only need to go out once or twice a month. Hands, just control the factory."

Immediately, the already noisy tavern suddenly became even more noisy.