The outside world is in turmoil, and the news about the grand auction has attracted the attention of most forces. There are less than three days left before the sky curtain opens again.

The ships in the first half of the Grand Line are frantically approaching the Sabaody Archipelago. More and more outside population are pouring in, requiring a large supply of daily necessities.

Many merchant ships are fully loaded with supplies and go to the Chabaoti Archipelago to sell them. They make a profit from the shipping fare and the difference, and when they return, they are usually empty.

The Chabaoti Archipelago does not have many good local specialties. Things related to resin bubbles can be used to make some handicrafts and sell them overseas. However, due to the lack of innovation in recent years, the bubble handicrafts cannot be sold at a high price.

"Masters, we still have one more day of sea travel to reach Whiskey Peak. I heard that the plague in the East China Sea has subsided and the trade route is open again."

After unloading the cargo in the Chabaobab Archipelago, the ship owner came across a ship that had encountered a shipwreck and picked up two strong men dressed as monks.

They were the ones who left the Navy Headquarters. Beimingyu Xingming and Berumeba, these two brothers were unlucky as the ship they were on happened to encounter a "shipwreck".

As a result, only two monks managed to survive on the entire merchant ship. They drifted on the sea for half a day holding on to the wooden planks. They happened to meet a merchant ship sailing nearby and were rescued. They had hot meals and changed into clean clothes.

The two men were extremely grateful for the boatman's kindness. Without any merchant ships passing by, they didn't know how long they would have to drift in the sea.

The boatman took a risk by picking up two strangers. The aura that Beimingyu Xingming exuded from the inside out made him look like a bad guy. On the contrary, the bald burly man next to him had a fierce look on his face.

When the two brothers heard that there was a plague in the East China Sea, they thought there must be something fishy about it, which led to their journey today.

After arriving at Whiskey Mountain, the merchant ship had to return by the same route, as mortals did not dare to venture into the plague area.

The owner of the merchant ship asked the two brothers to notify him by calling the number left on the note if the plague in the East China Sea was truly resolved.

The rebirth of a vast ocean represents unlimited business opportunities. The group of wealthy and powerful people who survived have no shortage of money. What they lack are supplies and people (slaves).

When the time comes, you can pull the goods over and make a lot of money by earning the difference. Merchants are all profit-driven, and they won't go there without profit.

One day later, the two brothers disembarked from the ship and waved goodbye to the merchant ship. The merchant paid for the two to reach Whiskey Mountain. The two monks will remember this friendship in their hearts.

"Brother, let's go to the town to beg for alms. I'm a little hungry," Bellumebo touched his bald head embarrassedly.

Since his body and the monk fruit were perfectly integrated, he has become tall, strong, and able to eat a lot. He has the appetite of a strong man and one meal is equivalent to five meals for an adult.

Although Bellemere was a young master in his previous life, because his father was a despicable person and chose to defect from the navy, he had already handed over all the people's money he had embezzled. He followed Coby into the navy headquarters, and his salary as a service soldier was basically zero, and almost all of it was spent on eating in the navy cafeteria.

After leaving the Marine Headquarters with her senior brother, Sister Yun Que knew that Bellemere was even more shameless than her, so she gave him some money to spend at sea.

The money had been spent, and Brother Beimingyu Xingming did not have a penny in his pocket. He relied entirely on begging for alms on the way to the Navy Headquarters, and did not bring anything valuable with him when he left the Buddha Kingdom.

Monks don’t care about money. In the past, Bellumebo didn’t have the concept of begging for alms. He followed his senior brother and begged for alms all the way, so he didn’t starve to death.

"Junior brother, your practice is not enough. I have kept in mind your performance along the way. Remember to avoid anger and impatience." Beimingyu Xingming clasped his hands together, whispered "Amitabha", and walked towards the direction of Whiskey Peak Town under the expectant gaze of his junior brother.

Monks also need to eat. The two monks have not yet reached the state of fasting, but they are more resistant to hunger and thirst than ordinary people.

The two monks were not very lucky. They occasionally encountered dirty things during their time at sea. One of their ships capsized in the sea, which was related to those shameful dirty things. They discovered it too late and failed to rescue the innocent people, so those poor people died.

The Whiskey Peak Straw Hat Pirates had been here before. They were a group of scammers disguised as bounty hunters who bullied new pirates who had just entered the Grand Line.

Use enthusiasm and alcohol to get the new pirate drunk, then tie him up and send him to the navy in exchange for the bounty on the pirate.

The people in the town had no other way to make money, so they chose to work with the bounty hunters to set up a trap to defraud the pirates, and in turn eat the flesh and blood of the pirates to earn the bounty to supplement their family income.

Due to the last riot caused by the Straw Hat Pirates, a small number of people in the town died in the conflict. The town has recovered after some time, but strange things have happened one after another, making the residents living here feel insecure.

"What a depressed town. Have all the people fled?"

The streets of the town were empty and silent. The shops that were once bustling with people were now all shut with their doors and windows closed, as if they were hiding from something.

The wind blew silently, raising a cloud of dust and adding a bit of eerie atmosphere, making people feel chilly.

The whole town was shrouded in a haze, making outsiders feel inexplicably depressed. There were no pedestrians on the streets, only a few crows crying miserably on the branches, as if telling some ominous omen.

"Something weird..."

After searching through the streets for a long time, they finally found a small shop with its door open. Two hungry monks visited the shop one after another. If there are people, there must be food!

"You outsiders dare to land on the island, aren't you afraid of death?"

A Barbie doll with dark muscles that were thicker than those of the average man was walking towards me. She was wearing a small skirt with a red and white plaid pattern.

If it weren't for her feminine voice and her face that looks more masculine than any man's, it would be hard not to suspect that Miss Monday was a shemale.

Although they didn't know what had happened at Whiskey Peak, the two monks quickly stated their purpose: they were there to beg for alms, commonly known as eating for free.

It was the first time Miss Monday encountered such a request. Two men dressed as monks, only looking for a meal and not money. They were really two weird people.

Just as the woman was about to serve some leftovers to the two monks, Miss Monday's husband came in from outside the door. The couple walked in, one in front and one behind, sandwiching the two outsiders in the middle.

Mr.9 was holding two metal baseball bats in his hands and wearing a fake crown on his head. He particularly liked to wear green clothes. It can only be said that he had unique taste and was not afraid of green.

Miss Monday has muscles all over her body without any soft flesh. Perhaps only Mr. 9 can like such a woman, and ordinary men dare not control her.

Mr.9 is just a little man in front of Miss Monday. The women do all the hard work at home, while the men are only responsible for budgeting and running a shop to barely keep the family going.