The righteous Maritime City Management!
This new title instantly elevated Roger's status by more than one level.
He liked this name.
And loved this name.
It sounded more advanced than a low-skill profession like "pirate."
Roger's mind was now filled with visions of gleaming silver.
"Dock the ship!"
Roger waved his hand.
"Head to the nearest port; we're going to conduct a friendly, in-depth... market survey!"
As night fell, the explorer sailed grandly towards the nearest port town.
The port was small, but it was bustling with people.
When the explorer's huge and menacing black silhouette arrived, the entire dock fell into a dead silence.
The Japanese laborers on the dock, wearing short jackets and busy unloading cargo, all stopped their work and stared blankly at this never-before-seen sea monster.
Then, they witnessed an unforgettable sight.
"Thud!"
A huge figure descended from the sky, crashing heavily onto the wooden planks of the dock with a loud thud.
It was Buck.
He stood up, patting his bare chest.
Then, he grinned at the crowd on the dock, a smile he thought was very kind, but which appeared terrifying to others.
"Thud! Thud! Thud!"
More "people" jumped down.
Over fifty pirates, varied in form but uniformly lacking skin and flesh, stood brazenly on the dock.
"Ah... ah..."
A laborer's mouth hung open, his dried fish dropping to the ground.
"Mon... monsters!"
A piercing scream broke the tranquility of the dock.
The entire dock instantly erupted into chaos.
People cried, pushed, and scrambled towards the town, fleeing in disarray.
The scene was comparable to a zombie siege.
Except this time, the zombies were the good guys, and the humans were the bad guys.
"Hahaha! Look at them, so cowardly!"
Billy stood atop the ballista tower, laughing so hard he was bent double.
Roger shook his head, his face full of disappointment.
"Their psychological resilience is too poor; this batch of leeks isn't good enough."
He, along with Hector and a few relatively "normal" old crew members, unhurriedly walked down the gangplank.
Shoes, goods, and a unlucky fellow who had peed his pants were scattered on the ground.
"Buck, take some men and go explore the town."
Roger gave the order.
"Remember, we are the righteous Maritime City Management, not here to rob."
"Our mission is to find the person in charge of this town and discuss a big business deal concerning urban sanitation and public order management."
Roger spoke with a straight face.
Buck nodded, seemingly understanding yet not fully.
Then he led a group of skeletons, striding with an arrogant gait, and charged into the town.
Consequently, even more miserable sounds of chaos erupted from the town.
Meanwhile, Roger walked leisurely down the town's main road with his hands behind his back.
The streets were narrow, the wooden houses on both sides were low and dilapidated, and the air was filled with a fishy smell mixed with some indescribable odor.
"Tsk, this living environment isn't even as clean as the toilet on my ship."
Roger fanned his nose in disgust.
Not long after, Buck returned.
He was also carrying a small old man, who was as scared as a quail.
"Captain, I found him! This guy is the head of this town!"
Buck threw the small old man onto the ground.
The old man lay prostrate, not daring to lift his head.
He trembled all over like someone in the late stages of Parkinson's, muttering something unintelligible.
"What is he saying?"
Roger asked.
"Captain, he says, 'Mercy, Lord Sea God, he's kowtowing to you.'"
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