There are 2 World Government Member States and 3 non-World Government Member States within the G-3 base.

These three non-member states will not have the right to naval asylum.

In other words, leave it to its own devices.

The forms of states and islands in the New World can be broadly divided into three categories.

First, it is a member of the world government and is protected by the world government.

The second is not a member of the world government, but is protected by the Four Emperors.

The third is the most turbulent countries in the New World, they are neither members of the World Government nor protected by the Four Emperors.

Some of these countries were removed from the world government by the Draconians because they couldn't afford to pay the heavenly gold, and they were reduced to a three-way zone, so they became a paradise for crime, and Whitebeard lived in this kind of place when he was a child.

There are also countries that are powerful in their own right and do not need to rely on the protection of the world government, such as Elbaf, the land of giants.

Because of the strength of the Whitebeard Pirates, coupled with the circumstances of his childhood, he actually sheltered many non-member countries.

But within the confines of the naval base, he still has more than enough to do.

These places are often inhabited by groups of unwilling careerists.

Mawson put down the information in his hand, the complex form of the new world was indeed beyond his expectations.

Within the radius of their base alone, there are 2 member countries of the World Government and their affiliated island chains.

Not to mention that there are 3 more zones that don't matter.

That was before, though.

In Mawson's opinion, this kind of practice of raising tigers is simply brain-dead, and it is stupid for you to have a base on the horizon for a long time and obey the orders of the world government in everything.

The world government left those non-member countries to fend for themselves, and the navy did not control them?

The pirates are not stupid, and they will definitely flock to these places in large numbers.

This is a breeding ground for crime.

It's ridiculous!

Can you allow others to snore on the side of the couch?

No wonder the pirates are endless, and they are endless.

It's strange that there are a bunch of people with in their heads, so they can kill them all.

However, this has nothing to do with me.

It's good to take care of your own one-third of an acre of land, and other places can't help.

When you are familiar with everything in the base, it is time to clean up the garbage in the area.

He and Old Man Karp wouldn't follow the orders of those brainless things.

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The Kingdom of Scandinaja, within the G-3 base, is one of the more peculiar places in the New World, a country that has winter all year round, including the islands of its capital Oviere and its affiliated island chains.

Due to the influence of the environment and landform, only a small number of areas here can grow some cold-resistant crops, and the meat is barely self-sufficient, and the grain, vegetables, and fruits are basically imported from the outside world.

Even though this is a ski and hot spring tourist destination, there are still many people who are still unable to solve the basic food and clothing situation.

This is still in the capital of the kingdom, Ovie, not to mention the lives of the inhabitants of the other island chains.

Scandinaia is a big fishing country, although most countries in the world have well-developed fisheries.

However, due to the influence of the special topography, Scandinaya has a very fatty taste of all kinds of fish and shrimp here, and it is a pillar industry along with tourism.

As one of the countries that are members of the world government, the Kingdom of Scandinaya has been visited by nobles from different places throughout the year to take a break and relax.

Lately, however, there has been an atmosphere of uneasiness in the kingdom that is as unsettling as it was before a volcanic eruption.

Anyone who is a little more sensitive can feel this unusually restless breath.

On the edge of the royal capital of Auviere, this oppressive atmosphere is even more pronounced.

The royal capital of Oviere is also a city with a clear hierarchy, although it is not as high as the nobility as the Kingdom of Goa, but the architecture of the city still clearly distinguishes the nobility from the commoners and the poor.

The most marginal area of Wangcheng is actually isolated from Wangcheng and has become a small fishing village.

This is Rio, the largest fishing ground in the whole kingdom, and it is said that in such a place, people's lives should be relatively rich, at least the problem of food and clothing is not large.

In fact, most of the people here live in a difficult situation.

In a dilapidated tavern in the village, unlike usual, it was a good time to go out to sea, where most of the fishermen drank sullen wine.

"Old York, bring me another glass of Absolut Vodka, bastard, your drink here is getting worse."

It was a bearded man who looked to be in his mid-30s, who was more burly than the others in the tavern and looked like a brute bear.

"Damon, you bastard, you can slander Lao Tzu, but you must not slander Lao Tzu's wine, otherwise don't blame Lao Tzu for throwing you out."

Old York was a lame man, with a messy beard and hair, and eyes that often looked like he hadn't woken up.

Many people say that this old thing used to be a sea thief who retired here after having his leg cut off.

A large cup was placed in front of Damon, he shrunk his head and did not refute, and the high-concentration vodka was poured hard.

He looked around with scarlet eyes and snorted.

He scolded in a rough voice: "What kind of world is it to step on horses, people who work hard can't eat enough, and those noble lords who don't do anything are fat and big-eared." Lao Tzu is almost thirty years old and doesn't even have a woman, they can change it as much as they want, and we have to desperately fish for them to make money. ”

At the end of the day, his eyes were all red.

"Phew!"

A mouthful of spit on the ground.

It was as if a switch had been turned on all of a sudden, and the other fishermen in the tavern had also turned on the conversation.

"Your kid is not yet thirty years old, and Lao Tzu is fifty years old, isn't he still a single." On another shabby table, an old man who looked to be 70 years old spoke up.

"Don't talk about those useless things, if we continue like this, we will all have no way to live, and that kid in my family hasn't eaten a full meal for a week." A middle-aged man with a weathered face said worriedly.

"Yes, we risked our lives to go to sea to catch fish and barely survive, and now there is another bullshit tax."

"Hey, isn't that a bullshit tax!" Damon slapped the table and cursed in a low voice.

"It is said that the reason why our 'wise' King issued this tax decree this time is that one of his dogs who was in charge of pulling sleds was sick, and the doctor did not help him take care of it, and as a result, the dog died, and His Majesty wanted to bury it, so he issued this funeral tax."

"We're not as alive as a dead dog, what a ......"

Someone else answered.

"The key is that the nobles don't have to pay taxes, all the taxes are distributed to us, and then the nobles will strip off a layer, so that we will go to sea to fish and come back all in vain, and there will be no penny."

"According to me, since we can't survive anymore, we can't make them feel better!" Damon's eyes flashed a strange color, then turned scarlet.

The tavern suddenly became silent, and not everyone had the courage to rebel against the aristocracy.

Damon gulped down the wine into his stomach and stood up with a slap on the table.

Nearly three meters tall, he stood out from the crowd, and he looked around at the dozens of fishermen.

"You know, the tax collector is coming in the afternoon!"

"When the time comes, who of you here can afford to pay your taxes?"

This sentence was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, and under the influence of alcohol, many people began to echo Damon's words.

The two people who had made eye contact with Damon nodded invisibly and quickly spoke: "Fuck it, it's a big deal to go to sea to be a pirate, it's better than not having a way to live here." ”

"Yes, there is still a chance to fight, if you can't pay the tax, the guns in the hands of those noble lords and lackeys are not a joke."

In the entire tavern, except for Old York, who had been busy at the beginning, leaned on the counter and watched coldly and did not make a sound, all the people became excited and irritable.

It's like a pile of gunpowder gathered together, as long as a little spark appears on it.

There will be an explosion with a 'boom'!

At this moment, in fact, no one knew that similar things were happening in many places in the entire capital of King Ovie.

In the taverns of various places, in the gathering places of the slums, wherever there is a dying life, there will be all kinds of guided things.

It's like there's a big hand behind it, connecting all these places into threads and weaving a big net.

The storm is coming!

。 m.