Severe coercion, heavy murderous aura.

The light of the setting sun spread on the buildings and squares of the village office, and there were red and red halos everywhere, and shadows ambush.

The one-armed Mr. Pirate drove away the children, slowly twisted his neck around, locked Dad and Raul, and suddenly smiled grimly.

Young Raul's legs were weak in fright, and his father was not much better. Although he stood firmly in front of his son, from Raul's perspective, it was obvious that sweat was soaking through his clothes from his back.

They can't run.

Just like a lamb being stared at by a wolf, their minds are clearly running away, but their feet just don't listen to them, let alone taking steps, they can't even twist.

How to do? How to do?

Raul shouted in his heart over and over again.

Mr. Pirate walked over to them, taking a step, taking a bite, and taking a bite of the bread from time to time. The dry crumbs leaked from his mouth, fell into the ground, and stepped into the mud.

Raul has heard such rumors.

In mainland Spain, in remote villages by the sea, pirates walked in, killed men and old people, enslaved women and children, and secretly established their own kingdoms.

But the lord is indifferent to these people who are unable to dedicate their wealth. He doesn't even know that his territory has been lost. The new people are still thrown into the net for various reasons and will never return...

That kind of horrible legend, is it true that they met this time?

Click!

The riding boots made a dull clash on the mud. Mr. Pirate stopped and swallowed the stuffed bread in a few mouthfuls?

"Are you new immigrants? My name is Arhan, Robbie Arhan, the temporary village manager of Elk Grove, which is the village chief you often say."

Speaking half-baked Spanish, Mr. Pirate proudly declared his sovereignty.

Murderous!

Dad gritted his teeth and tried not to make his voice tremble.

"Mr. Village Chief, we have just come from Spain, the child is still young, and we ran out of savings..."

He paused, his eyes widened suddenly.

"Wait, you are Mr. Village Chief?!"

The setting sun went down the mountain, and the only remaining afterglow was warm and gloomy. Leaving aside the red light on his body, Mr. Pirate was nothing but a strong young man with bright eyes and a simple face.

Alham scratched his hair honestly, and brushed the bread on his body with the tip of a steel brush.

"Yes, I am the village head. Are you new immigrants?"

"Ah! Birkelon's family, from Barcelona, ​​we only arrived in Miami this morning and we were assigned to the 17th."

"No. 17..." Alhan raised his eyes and thought for a while, "A good piece of land, where is the title deed and household registration?"

Dad quickly took it out of his arms.

Arhan quickly checked it, nodded and returned the file.

"While the sky is still bright, I will take you there."

Mum and sister joined together, and the family walked in the direction of the stream under the leadership of Arhan. Along the way, Raul's eyes were fixed on Alhan's empty left sleeve.

Alhan felt his gaze and turned his head to reveal a hearty smile.

"Very concerned?"

Raul was taken aback, shook his head quickly, and then turned into a nod.

Alhan looked at it with interest, and asked again: "Is it a concern, or is it not?"

"I care about..."

Alhan laughed.

"I am the temporary village manager of Elk Woodland. This is because your village has not held a village meeting, has not established a budget, and has not decided whether to adopt committee autonomy or hire a professional manager."

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand these things, I also learned it for several days at the time, and I was almost driven crazy by the trainer."

A look of memories appeared on Alhan's face.

"To put it simply, if you want a manager to run your village in the future, all the villagers will be paid. Now the Chamber of Commerce will take care of you, and my salary will be paid by the Chamber of Commerce."

"Of course the Chamber of Commerce will not choose some messy people to guide you to settle down in autonomy. Don't look at my stupid look, I think I was also a long-term sailor of the direct fleet."

He pointed to the bright scar on the cheek.

"This wound was the battle of Le Robert Bay. The French shells pierced our bow and a piece of wood pierced my face."

He stretched out his right hand again and rolled up his sleeve, revealing a large tangled sarcoma.

"San Carlos attacked at night. We were fighting with the Blackbeard Pirates on Lake Nicaragua. A musket shell ripped off a large piece of meat and almost let me see God."

Finally, the empty left arm.

"At the Battle of Basseterre, our ship was picked up by the Vikings. I blocked four swords with my left arm and created a chance to kill three pirates."

Raul felt like a deer.

He had never heard warriors talk about their past so peacefully before, but whether it was the knights of the viscount or the veterans who had returned from service, the battle experiences that once sounded dangerous were in Alhan’s smiling face and In front of the incompleteness, the color was easily lost.

Perhaps this is what a real soldier looks like. Compared with Arhan, those bright and strong warriors now look like clay-fired pottery and porcelain, impeccable at first glance, but in fact they are broken at the touch of a button.

"Don Quixote..."

Raul remembered the story that the housekeeper's son used to laugh at him. In the story, there was a knight who talked a lot about horses. He could not even ride a horse, but he always made up some heroic deeds to deceive people.

Arhan didn't hear clearly for a while: "Little guy, what are you talking about?"

Raul closed his mind: "Mr. Village Chief, why is such a powerful soldier like you..."

"Why don't you stay on the boat?" Arhan filled in the question for Raul. "I am a sailsman, and probably a good sailsman. It's a pity that technology can't make my left hand grow back. It's gone. , I can no longer use my hands to raise the sail, of course I can only leave my beloved boat."

"If I change to another chamber of commerce, I may have become a homeless man in the port area, and I may have died of wound infection long ago, but fortunately, Drake is different."

"After the wound healed, the chairman arranged for me to go ashore and worked as a postman at the post office under the development office. That is my chief job. The village manager is only a part-time job, but the pay is very good."

At this point, Arhan stopped and pointed to the tent closest to the stream in front of him.

"Account number 17, we are here."

The Birkelon family followed his guidance and looked into the distance, and saw a large flat grassland between the dirt road and the stream, surrounded by low fences, dividing the border.

In the middle of the pasture, there is a large Indian-style tent, six to seventy percent new, with the tent closed tightly, and a small airy shack on the side with a simple stove, just like other tents.

"This is our land and new home?"

"It's your land and temporary new home~lightnovelpub.net~ Alhan corrected it," I'll send your potatoes over in a while, and you can pick up the inside of the tent, because they are built together, there are at least two in there. No one in the month. "

"By the way, it's best to think about any doubts that need to be answered when you are cleaning up. I won't be in the village office two days after tomorrow. You can't find me."

"After Ming?"

Alhan Zheng nodded: "My union, the Miami Post Employees' Union has submitted an application for consultation. We will discuss employee rights with the Development Office on January 20. According to regulations, we have to organize a strike rally more than seven days in advance. The union representatives have chosen tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. ."

"Stop... strike?" Dad's eyes widened, completely unable to understand why the village manager who was so grateful for the Drake Chamber of Commerce would join the strike.

"Yes, Drake's characteristic is that you can't strike casually, and you can't stop participating." Arhan shrugged, "So I will participate in the parade and sit-in two days after tomorrow, just like camping, I'm very busy."

"You can't strike casually, and you can't stop attending... the Drake Chamber of Commerce, it's weird..."