If the noble warlords of Beima were exploiting their peasants to the bone under the Thunder Emperor's scriptures, then the peasants' living conditions were only like an ordinary cold. But Mulong was like a trench harboring Ebola.
Morison stared at the woman breastfeeding for quite a while,
He genuinely felt he had been cast into Hell this time.
"Still have to find someone in charge to talk."
Morison naturally had a purpose for finding these townspeople. The militia of Black Sail were here to kill, the outpost just went through a battle and was somewhat damaged, so they needed to find some bricklayers to do hard labor.
He dismissed the pirates behind him. When he used to work as a stand-in for the adventurer's guild, he wandered around a lot, and some developed areas had breastfeeding rooms in their inns.
It's best these desperadoes don't come in to gawk.
