Chapter 630 Southern Merchants

Warm spring is a very comfortable season, especially when the sea water is heated by the sun, it is very suitable for swimming.

The hardworking Yubao is patrolling his fish school in the wide fishing ground.

As the manager of the fishing ground, Yubao needs to take out unhealthy fish regularly to sell them to keep the fish school healthy and energetic.

Sometimes he will also check near the green and black seaweed community to prevent bad guys from hiding in it to steal fish.

When he was taking a breath on the sea surface and preparing to go into the water again, he saw an unfamiliar large ship in the distance sailing into his fishing ground.

Yubao ignored them, as large human ships often pass by this place.

Based on the vigilance against strangers, Yubao did not approach the large ship, exposing half of his body and watching them a hundred meters away to prevent these people from throwing garbage into the water or stealing fish.

The sailors on the large ship soon found Yubao.

At first, there were several sailors who were watching the way, and then several people who looked like ship owners, merchants and soldiers, shouting something there.

Yubao did not understand what these people said, and quickly dived into the water and left here, away from those strangers.

The prophet said, don't get too close to strangers, people here are not smart.

Yu Bao felt that the prophet's words made sense.

After Yu Bao left, people on the nearby large ship were still looking for Yu Bao's trace.

The large ship was close to Yuyi Harbor at this time, and a building ship was sailing from Yuyi Harbor in the distance.

"Who are you?" The soldier shouted loudly in Lofen.

The nearby sailors did not dare to talk to these barbarians.

These barbarians not only wore the same clean clothes as the nobles, but also looked very tall and strong. The pressure brought by a team of barbarians could be felt even a hundred meters away.

Especially these people's ships are taller and faster, and are equipped with legendary artillery.

When the merchants on the ship saw the barbarian warships coming, they quickly responded.

"I am Salvador, a merchant from the Southern Eraso Tribe!"

The soldiers and others looked at each other, obviously they had never heard of this place.

"What cargo is on your ship?" The soldier asked directly according to the rules.

Similar things have been done a lot in the past few years, especially the prophet often comes to the port to watch and guide, and most things have guidance.

The old people will tell the newcomers what to do. It is not necessary to die if you modify the rules and procedures set by the prophet without authorization.

But you may die.

Salvador shouted: "We brought slaves, food, linen, wine, and beautiful jewelry and spices!"

"Follow us, don't walk around, and don't throw things into the sea." After hearing this, the soldiers followed the procedure, "There are many large ships queuing up in front, don't go here in the future, this is the prophet's fishing ground."

"Okay!" Salvador and others didn't want to cause trouble.

These barbarians are tall and are a famous pirate kingdom in the legend.

The strongest pirate force in the whole continent!

The King of Pirates!

The Star Country has a strong naval warfare capability, and the southern countries where Salvador is located are very afraid of this huge force.

Over the years, whether it is various legends or news brought back by merchants from all over the world, they have continuously confirmed the strength of this country.

Even the extremely powerful Holy Light Church in the south dare not provoke this extremely powerful country.

After the ship followed the barbarian's luxurious warship to the vicinity of Wing Harbor, Salvador and the sailors behind him saw this miraculous city again.

"The last time I came here, it was not so big, and I don't recognize it anymore."

The last time Salvador came here was seven or eight years ago. In just a few years, it felt like he had come to another place.

The sailors on the ship saw the lighthouse in the distance, the crowded ships in front, the neat and orderly buildings with different styles, and the breath of life that could be felt even from a distance.

Salvador's big ship could not dock and unload at night, but after all, he had been here once and knew the language here, and the merchants basically took the initiative to talk to strangers.

Soon Salvador was allowed to disembark, allowing him to take five sailors to take a look at the port, and exchange cloth and metal utensils for the currency here.

The night here is not as dark as other villages and towns. At night, there are more than a dozen places near the dock where holy light stones for lighting are placed!

The nearby shops did not close at night, and many food stalls were still open. Many women and children on the road were walking towards the shops, and many men as short as them were walking here.

"Are all the people here noble?" A sailor wearing only a vest looked at the people in the distance, "I didn't see a poor person."

"I didn't see one either." Salvador said, and then walked towards the tavern in his memory.

Soon Salvador came to the tavern in his memory, "Thank God, this is still a tavern."

The tavern was still the original Dum Port Tavern, but it was much bigger, and even the proprietress of the tavern was changed from the woman in his memory to a man, and he was still a bearded man.

"Would you like something?" The tavern owner saw a few strangers approaching here, so he casually chatted.

Salvador looked around and thought about what to eat.

Seeing this, the tavern owner looked at Salvador and the five men behind him.

"Thirty copper coins, I will give you something to eat, meat, wine and bread."

Salvador breathed a sigh of relief, carefully touched his pocket, took out more than ten coins one by one, and then continued to count and take them out.

The tavern owner smiled and said: "Don't be afraid of others robbing your money. Whether it is robbing your money in front of you or taking it away in a place you can't see, it is a felony here."

Salvador quickly smiled and said: "Okay, okay, this is thirty copper coins."

The tavern owner didn't count, and directly pushed it into the drawer with one hand.

"Find a place where no one is sitting. If you meet a drunkard who talks to you, don't worry. I will drive them away, but don't talk to anyone casually, especially women in white clothes."

Salvador quickly agreed and took five men to sit down in an inconspicuous position against the wall.

Soon a man brought food.

A boiled chicken, ten eggs, a basket of bread and two pots of wine, a plate of seaweed and a pot of fish soup.

The tavern was lively until about three or four o'clock in the night, and then some went home and some went to sleep, and the tavern owner was replaced by another man.

No matter the man sleeping on the table, the man lying on the floor drunk, or the sailor resting on the chair, they were not driven out.

Of course, some people wanted to pee directly in the tavern, but they were soon thrown into the street. There was a bucket outside the street, where people could spit, pee, and poop.

There was no way. The folk customs here were still barbaric and fierce. They were still a long way from the civilized world, and it might take at least a hundred years.

The next day, the people in the tavern woke up and went home one after another.

These were all professional drunkards. Some of them had wives and children at home but didn't want to take care of them. Some were outsiders who came to work. Some were sailors on merchant ships outside, and family members who came to visit relatives from outside the Flying Fish Port and the Ice Land.

Many people hang out in the tavern all year round. When they are thirsty, they buy water and wine. When they are hungry, they buy food. If they have no money, they go out to find some work. They regard the tavern as their own home. If they are a little richer, they will go to the brothel for a few minutes.

Brothels cannot owe debts, but taverns can.

In fact, brothels can also owe money, but after the benevolent prophet learned about the operation mode and capital flow problems of brothels, he always felt that something was wrong, so he banned debts and did not allow these people to consume in advance.

Working at the dock can be solved once a day, so there is no need to owe debts, and frequent debts can easily accumulate huge bills, which will lead to crimes.

Brothels are run by foreigners, and the prostitutes in them are also the population of each feudal kingdom, and have nothing to do with Lawrence.

Women in the Ice Land can be assigned various jobs such as textiles, food processing, fisheries and agriculture. If they really can't do it, they can also help clean up in the town. Being a prostitute is an insult to Lawrence, and Lawrence strictly prohibits such things from happening.

The next day, when Lawrence checked the registration information of incoming ships as usual, he saw Salvador's information and quickly summoned the businessman.

Salvador met this extremely powerful prophet again in the hall of Dum Port.

Unlike the prophet in his memory, the prophet in front of him has become tall and mature. Fortunately, he is still wearing the clothes made of crow feathers, which makes people identify his identity at a glance.

"Hello, great prophet."

Lawrence looked at the foreign merchant. It was this man who sold Heidi and her men.

It was a pity that Heidi was in Snow Mountain Castle, otherwise he would have called Heidi to ask this man about her hometown.

But it also seemed that Heidi didn't care about her hometown at all.

"Salvatore, tell me about your situation there."

Heidi didn't care, Lawrence did. (End of this chapter)