The quiet port was broken by the noise, Thiago's fleet lowered the masts and sails neatly lined up to moor at the dock, the cries of ships and the noise of ladders, the cries of sailors, the sound of unloading cargo, intertwined one after another. into one piece.

Unloading, loading, a series of things are proceeding in an orderly manner, without the need for Tunas to direct, he walked ashore and glanced back at the vague shadow of the ship near the sea, bared his teeth and smiled.

The ships of those small merchants will not enter the port with them, but will wait until Thiago's fleet has unloaded the cargo and the whole dock is quiet, and they will choose a time to slowly enter the dock and park at a distance from the ship. The team gathered far away, like a group of cowering mice.

There is a haze that lasts for years in the sky, the mottled and fine sunlight penetrates through the gap and falls, and the scattered ash is reflected in the beam of light in the air. Tunas walks towards the town with half-squinted eyes. He was followed by a line of elite sailors who were the guards of the caravan.

The group of people lined up in two rows so casually and passed through the mine. The voices of the miners working around were unnaturally lowered, and occasionally they looked over with a layer of fear in their eyes.

The entire Caishi Town exists because of the quarry, and the quarry exists because of Thiago. This is like the relationship between the superior and the subordinate of the food chain. Once formed, the awe of the class is naturally implanted.

"Go to the hostel."

Turnas said to the black scorpion Lothar.

This is an old practice. There are three inns in the town. The guards of their Thiago caravan will occupy one, some other sailors will stay in the other, and the last one will be reserved for the small merchants.

The rest of the people can only continue to arrange loading on the ship and also serve as guards.

Tunas took people to the hotel in the center of the town. The sailors will naturally go to the hotel in the east of the city. In the second half of the day, the small merchants will go to the hotel in the south of the city. Yaerlin is staying at the hotel in the south of the city. Hotel.

He already knew the information about these routines, from Mex's mouth.

Chengnan Hotel.

"It's business as usual, don't show anything." Yaerlin said lightly.

Seeing the coldness in the corners of Yaerlin's mouth, Makes nodded hurriedly in agreement.

Yaerlin went back upstairs. The two slaves in the room were quietly lying flat on the bed. The other slaves were scattered by him and arranged in other rooms. As soon as his eyes swept away, a line of data was mapped. into his pupils.

Poor Slave (Bill)

Race: Humanoid.

Class: The first-order is inferior and cannot be evolved.

Mental Strength 0

Nerve conduction rate 3

Bone hardness 3

Muscle activity 3

Blood density flow rate 0

(Reorganized and alienated carbon-based life forms, amphibians that walk upright, brainless, the lowest-level cannon fodder, do not have any debugging and training value.)

Talent: None.

"..." Yaerlin was a little speechless. If slaves were considered cannon fodder, what evaluation should be given to his current state?

Fighting the five scumbags? Well the average is still far from 5... that's a worrying thought.

"But what's more noteworthy is the deep meaning exposed by these words: race, class, training, talent, and evolution."

He seemed to have a vague guess and position about Astur Bader, or his own future. He walked slowly to the window, and his faint gaze looked at the sky through the open corner of the curtain. He was looking forward to that day more and more.

"finally reached!"

Lombarrie stepped on the pier, watching a lively scene, the cracks on his lips were breathing the taste of greed, in his eyes, what he stepped on under his feet was not gravel, but an amazing thing that could make people forget their lives. wealth.

"It's said that **** is hard to fill, Kabbah, you say, can this entire colorful stone mountain fill my greed?" Lombarrie and Kabbah looked at each other, and both saw their greedy expressions in each other's eyes.

"Then you have to fill it in before you know." Kabbah lowered his voice, "I have observed it carefully, and I haven't seen the shadow of the Pirates."

"We just landed, and even if Tunas wanted to do something, he wouldn't choose it at this time." Lombard ordered: "Hey, the guy who betrayed us will soon go to join Tunas, and then... ...we're safe for now."

Lombarre habitually supported the frame of his spectacles, and glanced at the merchant ships that were docked next to him, and the merchants who had agreed to form an alliance, with an imperceptible sneer on the corner of his mouth, and said in a low voice: "Look, they can't wait. Now, to be on the safe side, except for you and me, everyone else stays on the boat, the masts are half lowered, and we are always vigilant. If there is an accident, we must flee as soon as possible."

"Well, I'll make arrangements." Kabbah nodded and walked over to his own crew and said in a low voice. There are not many sailors on the Sea Shark. After removing him and Lombarre, there are only left. There are 11 people, but these people have fought the storm with them, have experienced the test of blood, and can be completely trusted.

Taking advantage of Kabbah's arrangement~lightnovelpub.net~ Lombarie greeted the other businessmen, each with a smile on his face, his eyes concealed with some kind of tacit understanding, and the meeting of each other's eyes will reveal his heart. Unspoken smile.

"Where's Mr. Lang Shi?"

"Come on, come on, there's something on the ship that's been delayed, it's been dealt with."

"Then let's go, we still go to the hotel in the south of the city as usual."

Lombarrie looked at Lang Shi very naturally, with a sincere smile on his face, and then the group walked towards the Chengnan Hotel.

Every merchant ship has personnel left behind. It is not necessary to repeat this. There are a total of six merchants plus the accompanying confidant guards, about 25 people. Looking from the not spacious streets in the town, it seems to be a piece of darkness.

On the 3rd floor, half of Yaerlin's face was covered by the curtains. He looked at the crowd of people who kept walking towards the hotel. His eyes were scrutinizing back and forth. Observe the expressions on each person's face.

Soon, his eyes locked on one of the men wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with cold cheeks, a square beard with a square chin, and long and narrow eyes that could not be concealed even through the lenses, he opened and closed them. There are exuberant ambitions in the middle, which is fundamentally different from the surrounding businessmen who are also carved with greed but cowardly.

It was like a wolf was mixed in with a group of huskies. On the surface, it seemed to be two closely related creatures, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that the latter could easily kill the former.

"Lombardy!" Yaerlin said his name silently and closed the curtains.

At the same time, Lombarre felt an inexplicable chill in his heart. He looked up in surprise. He felt as if some hidden eyes were peeping at him with deep malice just now.