One Piece Black Emperor

In the year 1510 of the Haiyuan calendar, the East China Sea, a country known as the cleanest and most beautiful:

Kingdom of Goa.

From the highest palace, down to Gao Town, and beyond, to Central Street. This is the core of this kingdom, the general shape of the capital of a country, like three circles of different heights stacked on top of each other.

The royal family living in the palace are the most noble people in the country, followed by the nobles in the high town, and then the common people in the central street.

Of course, in addition to these, there are also hooligans and homeless scavengers who live without a fixed abode and make a living by rummaging through mountains of garbage in exchange for various necessities.

Duan Town is a gathering place for gangsters, separating the Uncertain Terminal where homeless poor people live from the central street where civilians live.

This is a very hierarchical country.

Generally speaking, civilians will never see the sights in Gao Town and the Royal Palace.

Occasionally, aristocratic ladies with gorgeous clothes and extraordinary temperament appear on Central Street. Common people should bow their heads respectfully and show awe in their eyes, otherwise you may get into trouble. Those who are disrespectful to noble people are severely punished.

Fortunately, the nobles will not appear in Duanzhen and Uncertainty Terminal. In their words, those places are filled with disgusting stench and stain the eyes and nose.

So what you can see in this place are mostly haggard homeless people in ragged clothes or gangsters who control everything about the homeless people.

Valuable things are found in the garbage dump, and homeless people usually can only come to Duan Town to exchange for money and food.

With a "bang", a blond boy was thrown to the ground.

The place where he was thrown out was a two-story building with signs of time. The walls made of bricks and stones were mottled, and there were even ventilation holes in some places. From inside, there were some clinking of wine glasses or muffled conversations coming out from time to time.

The two big men who threw the blond boy out returned to their posts in front of the dilapidated wooden door with their arms folded.

Both sides of the gate.

His back had just come into close contact with the ground, and he curled up in pain. After a while, he could barely get up. Some of his tattered clothes were dirty and covered with dust like his young face.

"A gold-plated ring can be exchanged for at least a thousand beli, but it only gave me a hundred."

He was furious and looked at the house in front of him where many people gathered. He wanted to rush in and continue arguing with the other party, but he soon became discouraged.

Given his size, the fact that something had just been forcibly taken away and then thrown out meant that continuing to act recklessly would only lead to greater losses for him.

A few silver metal coins in his hand were his harvest today, one hundred beli.

Hawke, who fell into depression, was about to leave. The savings of one hundred beli were enough for him to eat barley bread for two days, which was the kind of hard food that had to be eaten with water, otherwise he might choke to death.

Such a thing did happen once, and he heard about it from other wanderers.

"Is this a black market?"

At some point, a man wearing a black tight-fitting outfit and a black windbreaker appeared next to Hawke. If you look closely, the man even has black leather boots on his feet, and his hands are also wearing a pair of black leather gloves. Contrary to this somewhat strange attire, the man himself is also a teenager. Hawke estimates that he should be about the same age as himself. But he looked clean and tidy in black clothes, with short black hair and a standard oriental face, which made Hawke feel as if he was standing next to a noble-like figure.

{}/　“A glass of juice, thank you.”

The one-eyed man is the boss here. If someone else comes here to ask for a glass of juice, he will probably laugh loudly at the person as a hairless baby still sucking milk, and say that there are no non-alcoholic drinks here.

However, firstly, the other party was indeed a hairless boy, and secondly, the other party's clothes made him dare not look down upon him.

Glancing suspiciously at Hawke, who fell and then followed him, he silently poured a drink and placed it in front of Casillas.