The Taro Kingdom, as the name suggests, is a country that is rich in taro and famous for it.
The entire island, with a total area of 12,780 square kilometers, nearly a quarter of which is planted with taro.
Perhaps it is because taro has a series of good effects such as removing rheumatism, reducing swelling, treating bruises, etc., plus it can bring wealth to people, so the people here all love taro very much. From the elderly in their eighties and nineties to children of four, five or six years old, there is no meal that is without taro.
But that’s not the point right now.
The point is..
Walking on the streets of the Taro Kingdom, looking at the passing cars and pedestrians, Vivian sniffed suddenly and felt a little hungry.
There’s nothing we can do about it, because the fragrance of taro is everywhere.
"When I came out this morning, it seemed like I really forgot to eat breakfast."
He muttered to himself, and then walked into the restaurant nearby.
"Boss, give me five of your signature dishes and a bucket of rice."
Wearing casual clothes and a homemade baseball cap, Vivian lowered the brim of her hat and shouted to the waiter in the store.
The waiter glanced at Vivian when he heard this, and saw that the other party lowered his head and did not show any doubt. Although the kingdom was now on the verge of war, there were still many outsiders in the town. Most of them were traveling merchants, or nobles living on nearby islands. They came to their Taro Kingdom to travel and wanted to taste the local specialties.
So without saying anything, he nodded and ran straight into the kitchen.
About twenty minutes later.
"Here it is, sir. Here is the signature dish you requested."
Five dishes were served, and Vivian took a closer look:
Pork with taro, taro chicken wings, taro pie, taro soup, taro cake...
Even the soup is special, it's taro soup.
Vivian was stunned for a moment.
He had heard that this country was famous for taro and that people on the island loved to eat taro, but it was not necessary to add it to every dish, right
And you’ve been eating it since you were a child...would you never get tired of it
However, when he took a bite of the tachyon...
“Fuck…”
The cooking skills are almost as good as those of his apprentices.
He just randomly found a shop on the roadside and was able to eat such delicious food. It seems that the local chefs in the Taro Kingdom are really good.
This is actually the most reasonable thing to do.
Just imagine, the Taro Kingdom is located in the Grand Line and is a non-member country. It has been able to successfully exist for dozens or even hundreds of years without the protection of the World Government and the Four Emperors. One can imagine the economic strength of the country.
While eating, Vivian turned his head to look at the soldiers patrolling the streets. He sighed in his heart, no wonder Zero chose this place as his base camp. The strength of this kingdom is probably not weaker than that of Dressrosa in its heyday.
So he pretended to ask casually: "Hey, boss, has anything happened recently? Why do I feel like there are so many troops coming and going outside?"
"Ah? Oh, you mean the soldiers patrolling outside? I'm not too sure. There are a lot more of them recently than before. I heard from others that it seems like a war is about to start, but I don't know who they're going to fight."
The middle-aged man in the apron shook his head and sighed as he spoke: "But no matter who is beaten, as long as it does not affect the business of ordinary people like us, it's fine. After all, we don't care who is the king."
"I told you to talk less every day."
As soon as the voice fell, a middle-aged woman suddenly rushed out from the kitchen and slapped the middle-aged boss on the back of the head, "What if this gets to the king's ears? Do you still want to live?"
"How could it possibly get there? Who would care about civilians like us?"
The middle-aged man was slapped in the face and immediately became unhappy. He said angrily, "And did I say something wrong just now? Who in this country doesn't think the same as me? We are a non-member country, but aren't we also paying high taxes to the king every month?"
"In my opinion, we should join the new government. With the Thunder Sword Master here, he at least cares about us civilians. He is not like that damned king who only knows how to spend our taxes on a life of luxury and never helps us solve problems. Look at the old man Wang who runs the clothing store next door. Wasn't he crippled and hospitalized some time ago? He also sold the store to pay for medical treatment. In fact, everyone on our street knows that his legs were broken by the young master of a noble family in West City!"
No one came to the defense of Old Man Wang!
Even Old Man Wang's children could only watch helplessly as his shop was bought out at a low price. Until now, their family of three is still being harassed and bullied by the noble's lackeys.
"We all know that even if Old Man Wang and his family were killed and their bodies thrown into the sea, no one would dare to intervene in such 'trivial matters'. Living in a country like this, can you really sleep peacefully?"
The middle-aged boss questioned his wife.
Although the woman was obviously persuaded by her husband, she could only sigh helplessly and stepped forward to dissuade her husband, saying, "I understand what you said, but what can I do? I know that you and Grandpa Wang have been friends for many years, but it's useless even if you are angry. Those people can get rid of us with just a flick of their fingers. Do you still want to help Grandpa Wang get revenge?"
After saying that, the woman reached out and patted the boss on the back twice, signaling him to calm down quickly.
After listening to his wife's words, the middle-aged man's originally excited expression gradually calmed down.
But just when he was about to skip this topic and continue to cook in the kitchen, outside the shop, a young man with golden curly hair walked straight into the shop with more than 20 soldiers.
"Hello, is this Boss Carusi? I heard that you seem to be particularly dissatisfied with me."
Middle-aged boss: ∑(O_O；)
"Count Ronald? Why are you in our shop?"
"Me? Of course I'm here to catch a criminal like you."
The blond youth sneered and shouted, "Come here, arrest this untouchable who is trying to rebel and put him in jail to await punishment!"
"Yes! Sir Ronald!"
As soon as he finished speaking, all the soldiers raised their flintlock rifles and pointed them at the store owner and his wife.