HxH in One Piece World Chapter 8: Visitor

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Flower Street?

Isn't that modern-red beep beep area?

What kind of place does Sol go for morning exercises?

That kind of figure and age...

Maud felt speechless.

The shop is open for business, but the door can be quite different.

Sanny didn't ask Maude to do anything, and Maude didn't take the initiative to take care of it.

He leaned against the corner, closed his eyes and continued to comb through the memories of One Piece.

When the memory is almost sorted out, you have to pick up the [daily exercise] that has been abandoned for a long time.

After all, Hunter Note will not be able to provide substantial assistance in the short term unless there is a second Watt delivered.

Time passed bit by bit.

Two hours have passed without a single guest.

Maud glanced at Sunny, who was sitting in the counter, holding a newspaper and looking back and forth.

Judging from the calm reaction of the other party, poor business is the normal state of this weapon shop.

Also, it seems too quiet.

Maud turned to look at the concealed double-sided wooden door.

As an impossible zone where fights and fights occur on the street at any time, after a few hours, only the sound of small footsteps walking by outside the store can be heard.

Strangely, Maude walked towards the store door.

Seeing that there was no response from Sunny, Maude opened the wooden door at ease, and then leaned out most of his body to take a look.

After a moment, Maude retreated and closed the door silently.

Made, isn't this a roadway in a residential area?

No wonder it's so quiet most of the time.

Open the weapons store to this location, without knowing it, thinking that your house sells alcohol.

Maud breathed out fragrance in his heart.

The compelling character of Mad Hatter, conceived by simple intelligence, is gradually declining.

He suddenly had the urge to go to the street outside, but it quickly extinguished.

If you have time to think about that kind of thing, it's better to figure out how to ask for a gun from Sol.

Maud turned around and walked towards the corner.

Just a few steps out, the store door was suddenly pushed open.

Maude looked back subconsciously, and after seeing the person who came, a look of surprise suddenly appeared in his eyes.

There was a group of three people standing in front of the door, looking like they were walking side by side, but in fact, the men on the left and right habitually lag behind by half of their body to emphasize the identity of the man in the middle.

The man on the left has curly hair, a long-tube smooth-bore flintlock on his back, and a five-finger-wide earth-colored belt slung across his waist. On the left side of the belt is a cloth bag full of ammunition.

The man on the right is fat, but his height weighs over the other two men.

He wears a green headscarf on his head, a pair of small burgundy sunglasses that are extremely inconsistent with his face, and a half-eaten meat in his hand.

The wooden double door was pushed open by the man in the middle.

The man looked at Maude, who reacted abnormally, and smiled heartily: "Brother, didn't you just touch you?"

..........

Mad Hat Town, Wangjiao Street.

This is adjacent to the bar street and is also the location of the black market.

Any transactions that are not visible can be carried out in a fair manner here.

Wangjiao Street is centered on the largest auction site in Mad Hatter Town, and various places linked to the black industry radiate out to the surroundings.

The [House of Beauty] where Arthur worked is also one of them.

As a funeral director, he has a lot of business all day long.

Of course, most of the business is his "ability" to take over.

Today is a rare holiday for him once a month. In order to enjoy this wonderful time, he has already scheduled full schedule in advance yesterday.

However, when he was full and ready to go to Huajie to exercise, he had a bad premonition only when the phone worm rang.

Half an hour later, he returned to work.

I can't help but work for others.

He groaned in his heart while putting on work clothes.

Uniforms, masks, and armbands with the word "death" painted on them.

These three things are the standard equipment for funeral directors after entering the job.

After changing his work clothes, Arthur waited for the next instruction.

Colleagues hurriedly returned to [Aimei Home] one after another, and they should have been temporarily called back by the boss.

"Why did you guys come back too? Could it be that the ‘Pig Factory’ was in trouble again?"

"Yes, what happened this morning was due to a group of slaves gathering in a riot."

"How many slaves were killed or injured this time?"

"It's not clear, it's more serious than last time."

"Hey, I thought it was a big order, but it turned out to be bad work over there."

Some funeral director complained.

The leading funeral director glanced at the colleagues present, and said calmly: "We will leave when everyone is there."

Arthur sat in an inconspicuous corner, silently listening to the chats of his colleagues.

[Get the red envelope] The cash or point coin red envelope has been issued to your account! Follow the public account on WeChat [Book Friends Base Camp] to receive!

It turned out that there was another trouble in the [Pig Factory], and it must have killed and injured many slaves.

In other words, I have to be busy today.

Moreover, it's a job with more living and less money.

Arthur sighed in his heart.

A rare holiday...

"I heard that there will be several blockbuster auction items at the end of the month."

"What auction item?"

"A devil fruit, there are famous swords and murloc slaves."

"Really? Where did you hear the news? You know before the auction sells the brochure?"

"I swear by my personality!"

"That's fake."

"?"

"Oh, I almost forgot that I was a ruthless funeral director. Personality was lost as early as when I joined the job. Otherwise, I swear by something else?"

In the corner, Arthur's ears moved, and he glanced at a few colleagues who were whispering in the distance.

Devil fruit and famous sword?

Arthur was a little surprised, but would not easily believe the truth of these news.

Although in this mixed place, thanks to alcohol, some gossip may be published faster than regular news, but the devil fruit is extremely rare.

If the auction started, I'm afraid it would have been publicized long ago.

"Devil fruit..."

A wistful look appeared in Arthur's eyes.

Based on his income level, at least he has to eat or drink for decades before he has a chance to compete.

If the auction at the end of the month really has devil fruits, even if you are not qualified to bid, you can join in the fun.

As for the famous knife, Old Saul should be interested.

............

Bar Street, a certain pub.

It was noon, but there was a lot of people in the tavern.

As one of the big heads of the Golden Cave, the bar has always been one of the first choice places for pirates to consume, and it is not surprising that there will be such a customer source phenomenon.

Kid occupies a table alone, and in this slightly crowded tavern, it looks so different.

In spite of this, no one bothered him.

Because the dozen or so pirates lying on the ground are warnings.

At this moment, a man wearing a blue mask walked into the tavern, looked around, and then walked straight to the table where Kidd was.

When he came to the table where Kidd was, the mask man sat down directly.

Kid raised his head and glanced at the mask man, and said, "Here is it."

The mask man nodded and asked: "Did you buy a gun?"

"Nothing."

Kid shook his head.

"Bought by someone?"

"No, the boss didn't sell me."

"Don't sell you? What's the matter?"

"I don't know."

Kid drank the wine in the bottle a little irritably.

The mask man probably guessed what was going on and said: "Then give me the money and I will buy it."

"The money has almost been spent."

"..."

The mask man is speechless.

Kid had an indifferent expression on his face.

In his opinion, money can be easily grabbed.