The setting sun illuminates the inner lake orange-red, the sparkling waves sway gently with the breeze, and the sounds of children's play and adults' scoldings are mixed together.
Vendors on both sides of the stone road shouted at the top of their lungs, buckets of ice-cold ale were consumed, and the barbecued meats on iron sticks were chewed by the teeth.
The windmill rotated creakingly, and the wheat was ground into flour, which was then put into sacks. The poor collected the scraps scattered on the ground in a humble manner, while the noble attendants ran out bags of gold coins arrogantly. A stainless steel fishing rod was once again thrown to the far distance of the inner lake. The fat earthworm kept twisting its body, as if unwilling to perish, and seemed to be itching unbearably due to the bait wrapped on the surface.
There were more ripples on the lake. The man smiled and joked with others. He smiled and took out his wine bag, and at the same time he also accepted the whole grain cakes from the other party.
After taking a bite, the man's brows twitched a bit, but he still smiled and ate it clean. The other party laughed loudly when he saw this, and then drank the man's wine.
"I said, you are really lucky today, seven grass carp, this kind of achievement is rare a few times a year." The man sighed, and then looked at the empty fishhook with a look of helplessness. p>
"Hey, hey, sir, aren't you giving in to me? But we are also fishing masters after all. It's no shame to lose, no shame!" The other party's smile became brighter after hearing this, and he even floated towards his fish intentionally or unintentionally.
Basket.
"However, our Golden City really needs to take good care of it. Although those foreign merchants have no malicious intentions, the thieves who have sneaked in have become more and more rampant."
"To put it aside, my wallet was stolen a few days ago, and it is said that someone died in a dark alley. Sir, you must take care of it, otherwise Goldsmith City will really become a criminal in the future.
Our paradise."
The man thought for a while, and although he hesitated, he still expressed his biggest worry. As an ordinary person, what he cared about most was only his own life.
As for the intrigues between the principalities, he doesn't care. Ordinary people are like this. It can be said that they are short-sighted, or they can be said to be the most practical.
"I will deal with this matter, but Golden City is adjacent to Hornworm Bay to the north, Haworth City to the south, and the Crystal Castle of the Principality of Cisse to the west."
"There are countless caravans coming and going every day. Even if I want to control them, I dare not lie and catch every criminal. This is our advantage, but it is also a helpless choice."
"Look at those vendors. If it weren't for the huge flow of people in Gold Flash City, how would they make a living here? On the one hand, it solves the work of some people, but it also brings chaos."
The man sighed, the whole-grain pastry in his hand stagnated quietly in mid-air, and his hazy eyes under the straw hat became even more gloomy.
This person's name is Van der Sar, the Lord of Gold City, Knight of Glory, and Knight of Fishhook. As a close confidant of the old Archduke, he resolutely chose to leave Cadian City after his death, unwilling to participate in any political disputes.
As for Golden City, although it is the important port city of the Principality of Shayel, it is also the most chaotic. Half of the population is floating and the other half is native-born.
And the most terrible thing is that immigrants always seem to be better at doing business than locals. Therefore, Jinjin City is developing in a very bad trend.
A lot of gold coins were lost, and countless pieces of land were leased to strangers indefinitely. Fortunately, Van der Sar promulgated several laws in time, otherwise the Golden City would have been out of the control of the Principality of Shayel.
When Archduke Elba learned about this, he was furious. If the other party hadn't been a hero who had followed his father all his life, he would have ordered someone to chop off Van der Sar's head.
What kind of glory knight, what kind of fishhook knight. In the eyes of Grand Duke Elba, the opponent is just a dying old man. Let alone being promoted to a peak powerhouse, it is estimated that how long he can live is a question.
Therefore, Golden City is also the least popular among the four main cities of the Principality of Shayulu. It is like quadruplets, one of whom will always be the one who is the recipient of criticism.
But Fishhook Knight Van der Sar has no complaints about this. As an old bachelor, all his friends and partners have died. Now he just wants to peacefully reach the end of his life, and then go to the Hall of Valor alone to meet his companions.
Let’s drink happily again.
The setting sun gradually faded away, but the noise along the inner lake never dissipated. Lanterns and torches illuminated the night sky, and the aroma from the food stalls teased everyone's mind.
Couples cuddled together, seemingly having endless love stories and endless longings. The family and the family carefully raised a bonfire and actually chose to have a picnic and chat by the lake.
Everyone has their own way of life, whether it is to earn a few more copper coins or to spend more time with their loved ones. Perhaps the only thing that disappoints everyone is those thieves with sly eyebrows.
It's just that their life is getting harder and harder now, because Goldsmith City is notorious for punishing criminals. If these thieves were placed in other places, they might only be imprisoned for half a month, but in Goldsmith City
Jincheng is going to have one of his hands chopped off.
The fishing rod was thrown far away again, and the guards thoughtfully brought a few snacks and two bottles of ale. Seeing this, Van der Sar smiled and motioned for the other party to sit down and rest.
"You have been with me for more than 20 years, right? I remember you were just a young boy back then, and now you have a family and a career." Van der Sar said softly after taking a sip of ale.
This personal guard adjutant is the son of a distant relative of his. He has followed him since he was a teenager, and he owes all his skills to him. Being childless, he has already regarded him as half a son.
"Twenty-seven years have passed. If you had not taken me in, I would probably be just a mid-level professional now. I would either work as a thug for the nobles or become one of those mercenaries who lick blood from their swords."
The middle-aged man took off his helmet, revealing an angular face. He was seen stroking his thick beard and replied with emotion.
"My life is not long, and I estimate that I will only have a few more years to live. By then, you must leave Golden City and the Principality of Shayel immediately, and go as far away as possible."
"You have put this storage bag away. The contents inside are enough for your family of three to live on. I have no children, so I hope you can live well."
Van der Sar nodded again, and then stuffed a storage bag that had been prepared for many years into the other person's arms. His eyes seemed to drift towards a shadow, but his body did not make any movement.
However, as a personal guard who has been following him for many years, the middle-aged man suddenly looked stern, and quietly placed his right hand on his sword. But at this moment, Van der Sar pulled up the fishing rod, but there was still no harvest.
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"Don't pay attention to those miscellaneous fish. You are now at the stage of breaking through to a high level. Leave everything to me." After speaking, Van der Sar suddenly swung the fishing rod, and saw countless hooks on it flashing with fluorescent lights.
Like lightning, it pierces through the guy hiding in the shadow.
The shores of the Neihu Lake were still bustling with people. No one noticed the blood here, and no one cared about the life and death of others. As the night grew darker, Van der Sar stood up and left lonely, carrying his fishing rod.