Chapter 37: miniature

Chapter 37 in miniature
As a part of Mad Hatter Island, the residential area is less than half of the other blocks.
In terms of popularity, there is a huge difference.
Because the residential area is for some pirates who are willing to stay here and people in the underground world.
But the people living here are more elderly pirates like Thor who have retreated from the sea, or pirates who have been injured in battle and become disabled but have a pension fund.
These people have lost the capital to look forward to the future, and some of them just continue to linger.
Under such influence, the overall atmosphere of the residential area tends to be lifeless.
Walking in every lane and surrounding you, there are always bursts of "dead mouse" smell.
It is commonplace to have dead bodies on the road.
After all, not every pirate eliminated by the times can be like Sol...
Have the capital to trample on money.
Being able to open a store in this position is destined to be the result of bankruptcy.
You can go to Huajie Pub every day to enjoy consumption.
When you have nothing to do, you can spend huge sums of money to buy a famous knife that you will never use.
In contrast, all they can do is to spend the remaining money.
Or buy a bottle of wine and sit in the tavern, listening to the energetic bragging of young pirates, so as to remember the past, and then lick the last drop of wine.
Or go to the flowery street and exchange money for the familiar and exhilarating gazes of the past, even if those gazes are piled up with money, it doesn't matter.
Until the last penny is spent.
Then wait to die, or struggle again.
The same is a pirate, why is the final treatment different?
Maude knows the answer very well.
It's power, the power to be the master.
To live better and more recklessly, you have to have the power to reverse the wishes of others.
Especially in such a world, even more so.
Otherwise, it is very likely that you will end up like the few eyeless pirates in front of you.
Maude raised his eyes and looked at the pirates who were stuck in the front of the lane, with missing arms and legs and holding rusty machete.
He glanced over the hollowed-out body, feeling that there was no vitality, only gazes full of malice remained.
Maude pulled out his dagger in silence.
After a few more lanes, you should be able to leave the house.
At the moment when he was blocked by the road, Maude was thinking about a few meters away from the block.
Then, before taking the shot, Maude heard a conversation.
"The one on my stomach...is mine."
"Me, I only need to be below the knee."
"Yes, the rest will be mine."
It is rare to meet such a young and tender boy in the residential area.
The few pirates who were left alone were so excited that they all spoke with a little trembling.
It's just a dagger, what deterrence can it have?
If it hadn't been for the flintlock gun to be exchanged for wine, otherwise, it would be more labor-saving to blow this young man with one shot.
The future is about to be compressed to the death line, like the cold darkness grabbing their thoughts.
It doesn't matter what.
As long as you can experience the feeling of having a full meal again.
As long as you can taste the refreshing sensation of the wine sliding over your tongue and throat again.
They couldn't wait a long time ago, after confirming their ownership, they raised a long knife and slashed at Maud.
It seems that they have seen a re-ignited future.
Even one day!
They imagined so.
However, the "prey" in front of him disappeared in vain.
His thoughts have not kept up, but a long-lost chill came from somewhere in the body.
Was it chopped?
They fell to the ground, blood gurgling from the wound.
They overestimated themselves and underestimated Maud's threat.
Realize that hope is shattered, realize that death is near.
They wailed.
Maude passed the three pirates without stopping.
Considering that he didn't want to be splashed by blood, when he shot just now, he deliberately avoided areas with exaggerated bleeding such as the carotid artery.
This also means that before the amount of bleeding reaches the target, these three pirates who are not worthy of Maud's waste of pen and ink will be close to death bit by bit.
Ignoring the desperate wailing from behind, Maude walked into a corner and moved on.
This irrelevant episode is nothing more than a microcosm of the world of One Piece.
Although there are still rays of light that can break through the darkness in these miniatures, under the influence of the great pirate era, people are more willing to face the inevitable darkness.
Before embracing the world, Maude knew exactly what he should do.
Before you want to gain a foothold, you must first stand firm.
Getting stronger as soon as possible is what Maud is trying to do right now.
After walking through a few crooked alleyways, Maude finally walked out of the house and came to the broad street under the sun.
The "stink" and "deadness" that had always been floating in the air were finally dispelled by the bright sunshine.
On the street, the armed pirates came and went, and the voices were loud, and it was quite lively at first glance.
After the auction ended, most of the pirates who were attracted were not in a hurry to leave.
Rest and enjoyment are often more important than going to sea.
Furthermore, after the event is over, they can expect a scene of warships wandering in the open sea.
Because Mad Hatter is an area that the navy cannot intervene at this stage, but it’s okay to cast a net in the open sea to catch fish.
Experienced pirates will avoid this potential risk as much as possible.
Maude walked into the crowd, observing the pirates passing by without a trace.
Basically, they are all powerful males in Kongwu, but there are also female pirates, but there are few, and all of them are as strong as walking bears.
In contrast, the waitresses in the pub are simply angels.
"Go straight to the tavern."
Maude expected to rush back to the weapon shop before the evening. Time is limited and there is no room for wandering.
Last night, Maude could take advantage of the night to jump on top of the building, avoiding the disadvantage of not being able to recognize his destination.
It was different now. Walking on the street normally, it was really a little difficult for him to find the tavern he went to last night.
But he never thought about going to the tavern last night.
In Mad Hatter, taverns are everywhere, in every block, but they vary in size.
Moving along the street, Maude walked through the crowd.
When I see a tavern, I just slow down.
Small ones don't go in.
Large-scale but no guests will not go in.
Just pick and choose and move forward.
Unknowingly, he walked a kilometer or two, but it also made Maude find a pub with a large scale and a lot of traffic.
[Tomahawk Tavern]
Maude raised his head and glanced at the signboard with two blood-stained axes that crossed the wine bottles, then pushed open the door of the tavern and walked in.
About half an hour after Maude entered the Tomahawk Tavern, the well-dressed wolf rat also came to the gate of the Tomahawk Tavern.
Looking at the door of the tavern, the wolf rat took out a small mirror and took a picture.
Looking at his "handsome" self in the mirror, the wolf rat whispered intoxicated: "It's not worthwhile I took a bath for more than an hour."
Immediately, he tried to squeeze a friendly smile.
So handsome and so kind, isn't it a trivial matter to make friends?
The wolf rat nodded in satisfaction, then put away the mirror, opened the door of the bar and walked in, without paying attention to the strange gazes of several pirates who were not far away.
"What a wretched fellow."
A pirate gave a real evaluation of the wolf-rat's smile just now.
(End of this chapter)