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Chapter 174 Pirates' Daily Life(2/2)

Agaritu:……

This is a problem if the sealed object on hand is too strong, which is quite good.

"The reward for 'Fire Flame' Da Lijie has been increased again!" A drunken sailor said to his companions, "It is said that it is already five thousand pounds! It has increased by eight hundred!"

"Didn't he already get a raise once this month? From more than 3,000 to 4,200!" His companion's voice was relatively smooth, but his lower body was on the chair and his upper body was on the ground. The companion stared at the wooden old

The old ceiling looked at it for a while, and suddenly became furious, "He is so warm! If only the stocks I bought could rise like this! I would have made enough money to wash my hands, go back, get married and become a rich man!"

The atmosphere in the restaurant suddenly became lively, and many people immediately participated in the discussion.

Agaritu's entry for "Daniz Dubois", who was eating quietly, was suddenly updated with a lot of information. For example, the last time the reward was increased, it was because he killed the second officer of "Admiral Blood". This time the reward was returned.

I don't know why, but I know it was promoted by the Church of Storms. According to an alcoholic who claimed that he had inside information - "My cousin's wife's brother's neighbor's son is the pastor of the Church of Storms" said it was because of the "flames" in the Storm.

An advertisement for the Red Theater was openly posted on the door of the church, so the Church of Storms became furious and offered a reward.

His nonsense was widely recognized by the crowd in the restaurant, and the atmosphere was pushed to a climax.

From the amount of nonsense Daniz said when he was drunk and how many embarrassments he made, to the legend that he confessed to his captain many times and was about to embrace the beauty, the sailors spread rumors one after another, fully demonstrating the idleness and panic of Daniz.

How rich can the human imagination be?

Amidst the laughter, Agaritu paid the bill and floated out.

The "Suite" just sent a message and contacted the buyer. The Spiritual Religion Group has not responded yet. The Rose School has already made a bid. Calculated on a head-to-head basis, it is half a pound per person. The requirement is that it should not be less than 300 people. The extra people

Add 2 sulers to each.

"Just tell them: The Spiritual Religion Group pays one and a half pounds per person."

Agaritu yawned, and the "faceless doll" imitated him and patted his mouth with his hand: "After these people are bought back, most of them will definitely become their members, and the number will increase to two to three hundred people at once.

, half a pound per person...heh."

"This should be the price of slaves in the Northern Continent fifty years ago."

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After breakfast, Klein put on wide-legged trousers, a brown thick jacket, and a peaked cap, and went out with a different look, leaving Daniz alone in the room guarding the radio receiver.

Along the way, Klein's appearance changed again, becoming more and more like a native.

He found a specialized store and bought linen gloves, a shroud and a body bag. Then based on the characteristics of the surrounding environment he saw while browsing the prayer screen, he found the bridge hole along the way and found the man who died in the corner and in the mud.

girl.

Because it was still winter, the weather was not hot, and the corpse had not yet shown obvious signs of decay, but the ulcerated skin and the foul smell still made Klein instinctively feel a little nauseous.

——He didn't come immediately last night to bury this girl who wanted to live like a human being. The reason was that due to the recent events, the night control in Bayam was extremely strict, and the cemetery was not open until dawn.

Taking out a small metal bottle, Klein poured some "Krag's Oil" into his hands and applied it to his nose.

A choking feeling invaded his mind, and the smell of mint mixed with disinfectant filled his sense of smell, making him sober as if he had just fallen into an ocean with floating ice cubes and was no longer affected by other smells.

Stuffing the metal vial back, Klein put on his gloves, took a few steps forward, and squatted next to the female corpse.

He first unfolded the shroud, rolled the other person in little by little, and then gently put the body into the body bag.

Carrying the bag on his back, he deliberately passed through the most prosperous streets of Bayam until he reached the outside of the city. He climbed halfway up the seaside mountain along the narrow road that could not pass carriages.

There are cemeteries specially prepared for local indigenous people by the Church of the Storm and the Governor's Palace.

The cemetery for outsiders such as the Loen people, the Intis people, and the Fenebout people who came here to do business, adventure, and settle here is on the other side of Bayam, backed by the woods, and is flat and relaxing.

Klein climbed up step by step and entered the cemetery that didn't even have a name.

When he reached the highest point, he turned his head unexpectedly and saw the entire Bayam:

The sea water is light blue and almost green, stretching as far as the eye can see. The port that was washed away by the previous tsunami has begun to be renovated. People are coming and going. In the distance, there are piles of unpaved stone bricks and wooden shelves built up to three or four floors.

All the water in the affected areas has been drained. Workers who have done basic protection are moving back and forth, cleaning up the ruins, and building new house frames. In some places, large pots have been set up and they seem to be supplying food.

Another port that was not affected by the disaster has stacked sails, tall chimneys, and criss-crossed streets. In the distance, people are coming and going in the embassy area, surrounded by dense manors, numerous plants, the road in the distance is wide, and the railroad tracks are straight... This is like a scene from

The beautiful oil painting by the master's hand is full of vitality and has indescribable vitality.

TBC

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The disaster came better than it came by chance. By the way, the population clean-up, demolition of old urban areas, introduction of labor force, more jobs provided, population flow...and many other good things were completed.
Chapter completed!
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