Pirate Shadow King

Gulam Tezoro, somewhere in the Golden King Hotel.

The hall is magnificent, brightly lit, and exquisite crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling, making it particularly dazzling.There is a long dining table in the center of the hall, with white plates and smooth tableware neatly arranged.

There was a small white stage in the corner of the hall, and several musicians were sitting on the stage, playing light and melodious music.

Most of the people attending the meeting were the newly appointed officers and their families, and the others were core members of the Moonlight Pirates. They were all well-dressed and very well dressed in formal attire.

"Amu!"

At another separate round table, where non-special personnel are not allowed to enter, Moriah is holding a piece of meat that is similar to that of an ordinary person and tearing it apart. It looks very appetizing.

From time to time, rabbit maids in beautiful and seductive clothes hurried past, bringing wine and delicacies, or respectfully refilling the wine for the guests, and then bowed and left.

But Moria was only interested in meat and had not touched any alcohol.

But Absalom on the side was different. Surrounded by all the beauties, they served him comfortably, drank and fed him, and his little life couldn't be more nourishing.

While Moriah was enjoying the delicious food, a figure wearing an apron floated in from outside, holding a plate of tempting food on his mobile phone.

"Lord Moria, this is the cherry pie I made. How do you like it?"

Perona put the cherry pie on the table and said expectantly.

Moriah didn't doubt that he was there, so he picked up a piece and threw it into his mouth, then savored it carefully.

"It's sweet and tastes good." Moria thought about it for a while and said with approval, not because she was dealing with Perona, but because her craftsmanship was really good.

And people need more encouragement than doubt.

Perona beamed when she heard this.

The same is true for Moria. No, people already have cooking tools!

"Everyone, please allow me to once again introduce the current chief steward of the Taizoro, Lady Nami!"

At this moment, an extremely loud voice sounded.

"Deng deng dang deng deng!"

The sound of high-heeled shoes hitting the steps resounded throughout the hall, followed by a luxuriously dressed figure slowly descending.

The slant-shouldered dress exposed one side of the collarbone and shoulder, and the orange waves slowly hung down. She became the focus of everyone just by appearing on the scene.

Dazzling, elegant and noble.

At this moment, she has gradually lost her girlish youthfulness, gradually matured, and her figure has gradually become hotter.

It is so beautiful!

This is the common sentiment of the men in the field.

Seeing this scene, Moriah started eating meat. It's no wonder that guys like Golden Lion eat little treasures at a time.

Obviously you can rely on your looks to make a living, but you have to compete in talent.

Absalom also opened his mouth wide. This is exactly the type he likes. He just likes weak-looking women like Nami, but he can only think about it.

However, the people present are also self-aware and know that there are some people they cannot afford to offend.

"Hey! Woman, don't stay there alone, come here quickly."

Moria wiped her lips with a handkerchief, waved to Nami, and motioned for her to come over and sit down.

Nami did not hesitate, walked to the table, sat on the empty seat, then crossed her legs, rested her chin on her hand, and twirled the goblet in her hand, watching Moriah quietly.

The original elegant and noble appearance disappeared without a trace in this moment, but a different feeling was added.

"What are you doing?" Nami held her cheek in her hand and looked at him sideways, "I still can't adapt to this kind of situation. I feel so uncomfortable wearing this outfit. I have to go shopping with Robin later. This outfit is perfect for the moment." I don’t even want to wear more clothes!”

When Moria heard this, she thought to herself, that's not true. She only wears a hood all day long, so she definitely won't be used to it if she wears too many clothes.

"Now it's not like before. If you want anything, just ask the servants to send it over. Why bother?" Moria asked with some confusion.

"Superficial!" Nami said with disdain, "You stinky men don't understand the joy of shopping, do you, Robin?"

Robin beside him was eating something. When he heard Nami's words, he chuckled, which was regarded as acquiescing to this statement.

Moria couldn't understand this either. Are these things that normal women like?

Think about it, Perona, who is several years older than Nami, likes animal zombies and rag dolls. The spy and killer Kalifa and the pirate empress Hancock seem to be abnormal people.

Being labeled superficial by Nami, Moriah was a little unhappy, so he asked a multiple-choice question to make things difficult for her: "Now I will give you two choices to let you live freely. Stay with me and give you 5 million." , which one will you choose?”

Nami was stunned for a moment, then lowered her crossed legs, looking like she was thinking seriously.

Then he asked incredulously: "How can you ask this, can freedom be measured by money? Without freedom, you will be angry with some people all day long. Without freedom, everything seems to be gone for you. , even if you are rich, you are just a relatively wealthy puppet at best!"

"So what's your choice?" Moria asked uncertainly.

"So I choose..." Nami replied seriously, "[-] million!"

Then he put his hands on the table, held his chin in one hand, and said with a smile: "I've made my choice, take the money!"

Moriah thought to himself that a good life is precious, and freedom is more valuable. If it is for money, both can be thrown away. He is worthy of being a miser.

Nami looked proud now. She already knew what Moria had planned. Anyway, even if she chose freedom, it would be impossible to cut off the relationship. She might as well take this opportunity to make a fortune.

The purpose is to make him a meat bun and beat a dog with no chance of recovery. After thinking about it, this description seems inappropriate.

"Promise!" Moria sarcastically said, "I'm obsessed with money. All I can think about is money all day long."

Seeing that Moriah only cared about money and didn't mention anything about money, Nami became unhappy immediately and stretched out her palm: "Bring it [-] million!"

Seeing Nami's reluctance, Moria said with some embarrassment: "I imported abalone two days ago, and I bought a share, and lost everything. Now I don't have that much anymore. If I give it a little more grace, I can stop it from now on." If you only eat steamed buns for a meal, it won’t take long to save enough, and it’s not impossible even with some interest.”

It's tens to hundreds of millions at a time. From this point of view, it hardly takes long as long as you live frugally.

For example, the three meals a day should be reduced. The former should be removed and the latter should be kept.

Nami's face was full of confusion. She didn't know when Moriah went into the seafood business and lost money.

It’s really puzzling that a good pirate would think of fishing instead!

"Okay, you say it again, and I'll record it, so you won't have to pay later!" Nami took out a phonograph from her chest, which still retained the aroma and heat of her body.

Moria took it, felt the heat on it, and turned on the switch to leave evidence.

That's fine, it saves money and someone won't dare to accept it when the time comes.

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