Mawson listened to the bandits' narration, and his eyes did not waver.

The people at the waste terminal lived miserable, but more miserable than this he had seen.

Count the whole world, and what kingdom does not have gloomy slums.

The saying that the poor must have something to hate is not entirely true, nor is it entirely wrong.

It was the nobles from above who turned them into paupers, who did not have the courage to show their minions to the nobles, but gave all their fierce side to those who were like themselves, and more ferocious than the nobles.

This kind of thing abounds, and it's not new.

As long as there is a class, there will be oppression.

This is a truth that cannot be broken anywhere, and it is also the result of human nature.

Of course, there is no need to tell these thieves who have lived a day and three nights.

Out of the jungle, as far as the eye can see, is the waste terminal.

It's a hundred times dirtier than what you see in the plot, with all sorts of strange garbage fermenting smells, mixed with the stench of excrement everywhere, all the unpleasant smells mixed together, and it's almost like you're going to vomit out the overnight meal.

Mawson frowned, if he wasn't fighting, he didn't want to accidentally hit the jackpot.

He pulled a few Baileys out of his pocket, handed them to the two thieves, and waved them back.

Pressed the peaked cap on his head, tightened the black toad sunglasses, and still in a beachsuit, he jumped up with two packages.

【Monthly Steps】

Mawson is not interested in playing with the people here, being stopped by someone on the road, robbed and blackmailed, and then revealing his identity and being scared of the other side, this routine of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger and pretending to be a beep and slap his face.

He didn't want his identity to be exposed here.

Of course, trouble is something that can be avoided.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have put on a hat and sunglasses to hide his 24K handsome face.

Mawson's speed was too fast, and the dust and garbage heaps at the waste terminal were obstructed, and no one could have noticed him, and even if anyone saw it, they might have thought they were dazzled.

In the blink of an eye, he was gone.

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Goa Kingdom High Town Center Street.

Mawson is leisurely looking for a place where he can study the nutritional value of ingredients for human progress.

I have to say that when it comes to sanitation alone, Gao Zhen has reached the limit.

The glamorous aristocratic family, the bustling shopping strip, and the police everywhere on the road almost make Mawson feel like he is back in some European country in the current society.

Is this the case?

Of course...... Not anymore!

In such a hierarchical place, all the exterior is whitewashed and immaculate.

On the way, Mo Sen saw a small nobleman accidentally touched by a big nobleman, and he didn't dare to resist when he was slapped, but wanted to apologize.

Isn't it ironic for someone who is right to apologize to someone who made a mistake?

However, it has nothing to do with him, as long as you don't mess with him.

If you mess with him...... Forget it, you can't milk yourself!

Fatelless Haute Cuisine has long been known for its craftsmanship as a very famous high-end restaurant in the center of the town, and the five-storey Gothic relief building facing the street makes it look extraordinary.

Of course, what makes this shop even more famous is his name.

Binns Fateles was the only son of Binns Teller, the Chancellor of Finance of the Kingdom of Goa.

The place named after the son of the Minister of Finance is naturally noble, and the people who can enter and leave here are naturally either rich or noble.

It's noon time to eat, and the whole restaurant is bustling with activity.

It's understandable to think about it, with such a strong background behind it, it is natural that there will be many people lining up here to send money.

Even the food here is more than double the price of other places.

Of course, Fattles is not a fool to be the chancellor of the exchequer, and the chef in his shop is the best chef in the entire Goya kingdom except for the royal family, so although the price here is expensive, the delicious food can be slightly worth his price.

It's just that how many people come here for his taste is debatable.

The layout of the entire hotel is exactly the same as that of Gao Zhen, which is distributed in the style of a pyramid.

The rooms on the top floor are reserved for the upper echelons of the kingdom, and they usually don't receive outsiders at all.

The second floor is the private area of the middle nobles of the kingdom, the third floor is where the minor nobles stay, and the second floor is the kitchen and the place used by the wealthy merchant class to show off.

As for the first floor, the hall on the first floor is a hollow design, and the decoration is magnificent, and it is not used to provide catering, but a reception place.

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It seems that this place is indeed just like what he inquired about, and any passer-by can tell him that this place is the first thing.

When Mawson stood at the gate, someone helped open the door and bowed down to invite him in.

"Hello, welcome, is there a reservation place?"

"Do I still need to make a reservation here?"

It wasn't Mawson, it was the parrot on his shoulder.

In order not to cause trouble, when he arrived in Gaozhen, the old demon behind him turned into a parrot and stood on his shoulder.

The unangry and self-righteous Mawson and the extraordinary parrot on his shoulder, even those who no longer have the ability to see dare to despise him.

Although he was dressed in a beach casual suit, he was carrying two shabby-looking packages in his hands.

That's right, he's a man who's just that.

The female greeter at the door said with a difficult face: "If you don't have a reservation, you have these ...... in your hand."

Mawson glanced at the parrot white, did not embarrass the waitress in front of her, and said to her, "Take me to your person who can talk here." ”

The person in charge, a short, stocky middle-aged man who was the manager of the restaurant, looked at Mawson carefully and found that he was not impressed.

He frowned and asked, "This gentleman looks a little blind, what are your orders?" ”

"Oh? Can you still remember all the people who ate here? ”

Mawson suddenly realized that he had made a mistake.

If you come to an aristocratic high-end hotel to handle your own ingredients and don't want to reveal your identity and cause trouble, it doesn't seem to be the right choice.

Because here is always a matter of identity.

But he didn't bother to look for a new place, so Mawson opened the package in his hand and asked, "This ingredient, can it be handled?" ”

The chubby manager followed Mawson's movements, and saw two bear paws the size of a basin in each of the two packages lying quietly.

The pupils constricted, and the bear's paws were the size of a basin, so you can imagine how terrifying that bear must be.

His eyes rolled, and he was a little embarrassed: "The guests bring their own ingredients, which is indeed a bit unruly......

"Can't you?"

The chubby manager rolled his eyes, gritted his teeth, and said as if he had made up his mind: "There is indeed a way, I see that there are four here for the guests, it is better to sell two to the store, and two for the guests to use for themselves, so that I can also explain something to the above." ”

Mawson suddenly laughed, sure enough, you can't underestimate these characters, how can the fools in the plot be met anywhere.

The abacus is better than the other.

"What if, I say no?"