Pirate: My shadow can hang up

Chapter 101 Happy Town, Trafalgar Law

North Sea, Swallow Island, Happy Town.

This is a long way from the Quixote family auction house.

Moria led Perona out of the horror house in the town. The boss smiled and waved and said to go slowly, but in fact, he had already blacklisted them in his heart.

This person was here to cause trouble. No one was frightened, but several employees were carried away.

"Lord Moria, they are all too cowardly. When I shouted, they were all frightened." Perona's full-moon eyes turned into crescents when she smiled.

Moriah straightened her messy hair, smiled slightly, and said nothing.

Perona stayed with corpses and zombies all day long, so this little thing didn't matter. In the end, Perona made a face and released the ghosts to chase the staff, and two or three of them were carried out on the spot.

Moria was thinking that if he opened a horror park, business would be good, and he would not need to find employees, but just arrange live zombies.

"Master, water." Baccarat, who was still wrapped up tightly, was waiting at the door. After the two came out, she came forward.

"Hmm...huh?" Moria asked with some confusion: "Aren't you learning marksmanship from Er... that guy Horsman?"

Baccarat lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking: "While learning shooting, I also want to learn swordsmanship."

Moria touched Perona's head and said: "What suits you is the best. This thing is no longer fine."

After the words fell, Baccarat lowered his head and did not reply. He didn't know if he heard it.

After a while, after waving his hand, Moria had to say: "Okay then, you can practice on your own on the boat first, and I will go back when I'm done."

"Okay." Baccarat agreed and turned to leave.

Not understanding what this guy was thinking, Moria shook his head and simply stopped thinking.

In the market, Moriah shuttled among the crowds. There were people selling grilled sea animal meat, goldfish and turtles, and street performers on the street. It was dazzling.

Not long after, Perona, who lacked concentration, was coaxed and coaxed into buying a bunch of things, including ugly rag dolls with extremely weird shapes, and various candy figures...

"Lord Moria, shall we go over there and take a look?"

Perona pointed to a stall. The stall was crowded with people, most of whom were teenagers of twelve or thirteen years old.

It was so lively and she didn’t know what was being sold, so Perona immediately became interested.

Moria nodded and walked over, but when he was about to reach the stall, his attention was attracted by another small stall.

There were stacks of newspapers on the stall, some new, some old, some even torn.

"Do you have newspapers from these two days?" Moria leaned over and asked. Meeting newsbirds at sea depends on luck, and there are fixed drop-off points on the island.

"Yes, the newspapers from the past two days were cheaper, but today's may be more expensive." The old man lying on the recliner took down the newspaper covering his face.

"Are you renting it or buying it? If you rent it, it will cost five cents. If you buy it, it will cost twenty cents. Today, it costs forty cents."

Moria laughed after hearing this. This old comrade really knew how to do business. He placed the newspapers that others had left behind after reading them here for reuse.

"Here are a thousand beli, no need to change..." Moria took out the money, "I want all the newspapers for this week."

The old man selling newspapers put on his reading glasses and was about to flip through the newspapers. After a while, he picked out a small pile of newspapers.

He raised his eyes again and looked at the person in front of him, wiped his reading glasses and looked again. Then he quickly returned the money as if he had seen a ghost:

"I gave you the newspaper. I have a principle in doing business. People who have been published in the newspaper buy the newspaper for free."

Moria didn't believe this. You might not encounter such a small place once in your life.

Before Moria could answer, he heard the old man selling newspapers say:

"I guess for a person like you, there shouldn't be much of interest in the newspapers these days. You may be more interested in the appointments of the other three Shichibukai."

The old man was inexplicably excited as he spoke. On weekdays, only people with no money would visit his old newspaper stall. Generally, rich people would go directly to pubs and the like to get first-hand newspapers.

But now he accidentally meets such a famous person, which is enough for him to brag about for several years.

In the future, if someone says that his stall cannot be put on the market, he only needs to reply to the previous sentence that the legendary so-and-so once bought newspapers here, and he immediately feels that the quality has gone up.

Moriah, who had nothing to do, nodded, opened the newspaper and started browsing.

As expected, according to what the old man said, they are all trivial matters.

But yesterday's newspapers contained big news that caught the world's attention:

"The King's Shichibukai confirms two more people!" 》

"Tenyasha" Donquixote Doflamingo is confirmed to become the Shichibukai! 》

"The World's Strongest Swordsman, "Hawkeye" Joracol Mihawk accepts the position of Shichibukai! 》

"The last two candidates for the Shichibukai are to be determined!" 》

If the Shichibukai could not be called the three forces of the world before, it is no problem now.

This news had a great impact, and the appearance of the five Shichibukai began to change the world's structure.

Some people do not dare to do things so blatantly, and the influence of the world government has also increased unprecedentedly.

"If there are two remaining kings of the Shichibukai..." Moria frowned and thought, if nothing changes,

One is the pirate empress Hancock, and the other is the sea hero Jinbe.

Although Hancock is not as famous as the previous five, he has attracted the attention of the world government and may still be negotiating at this moment.

As for Jinbei, the current boss of the Sun Pirates is still Tiger...

His eyes moved downward, and the reward immediately below caught Moria's attention.

"Gilder Tezzolo offers a bounty of 500 million berries, life or death!" 》

It was a reward issued by the Don Quixote family, and it was probably Doflamingo who took advantage of his privileges.

The death of the top cadre should have made Doflamingo extremely angry, and all of this naturally fell on Tezoro who caused the riot.

At this point, Tezzolo can only stay out of the limelight.

"We really don't charge money. If you really want to give something, if you hear an old man selling newspapers in this place say that you bought newspapers from him, just don't care."

Seeing that Moriah still wanted to pay after reading the newspaper, the old man said.

"You can use my name however you want, but I don't want to hear any news that discredits us..."

Moria nodded and said, just as he was saying something else, a scream came from the distance.

"ah!"

It was Perona's voice, as if she had been frightened by something, and Moria suddenly became alarmed.

The next moment, Perona bumped into Moria's thigh, her tears turned into parabolas, and her round eyes turned into wavy circles.

"That... is too scary..."

Hearing Perona's crying voice, Moria realized that he had thought wrong. He looked in the direction pointed by Perona and saw a group of teenagers each holding a beetle.