"Sir, the master of Cadian City was killed by the Lord of Gold City, Fishhook Knight Van Der Sar!"
"I didn't expect that old immortal to be so powerful. It seems that we should be more careful in the future."
A guard wearing leather armor walked into the stone tower, arriving before anyone else. He was seen holding a thick stack of official documents, and there were two skylarks standing on his shoulders.
"Just die, what are you yelling about! What does the matter between Gold City and Qadian City have to do with us?"
"Please remember, our Blood Diamond Bay is not one of the four major cities. Without the Grand Duke's order, everything will be bullshit!"
"Hurry up and get those official documents. We have to meet old friends in the afternoon. This is our top priority. As for who dies and who lives, it has nothing to do with Blood Diamond Bay."
The speaker's name is Mascherano, who is stationed at Blood Diamond Bay and is the childhood playmate of Archduke Elba. Although he is only a mid-level warrior, he is loyal and extremely ruthless.<
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Long before Archduke Elba came to the throne, Mascherano had become the adjutant of Blood Diamond Bay. Naturally, after Elba officially became the Grand Duke of Xayaru, he naturally took over all the affairs of Blood Diamond Bay.
Blood Diamond Bay is a huge fjord located between Goldsmith City and Haworth City, and is closely connected to the inner lake. As a trading port adjacent to Hornworm Bay, its biggest enemy is the Principality of Cisse.
However, for thousands of years, Shayul and Cisse have never had any conflicts over this. The reason is that both parties have already set rules.
Blood Diamond Bay does not handle business from the Ancient Continent, and it will not dock any merchant ships from other principalities, but instead, all foreign business is included.
The situation in Hornworm Bay is just the opposite. Most of the merchant ships there are from other principalities, but the foreign races are scattered here and there. But this situation is changing and becoming increasingly chaotic.
The principality's combat power can never influence economic development. On the contrary, economic development is the upper limit of the principality's strength. If it were not for the terrifying existence of the "Twin Towers" in Cisse, it is estimated that the Principality of Shayeru would have regarded its previous promises as nothing. p>
However, the Principality of Cisse did not dare to offend Grand Duke Shayeru. As the richest man in the world, even if there was no peak powerhouse guarding him on the surface, who could be sure how many people were standing in the shadows? p>
What's more, the Principality of Sayeru maintains good relations with the dwarves in the Flint Basin, the orc tribes in the Golden Plains, and the goblins in the Alchemy City in the Rusty Plains.
Profit is always the best bond, and although the number of strong foreigners is not as high as that of the ancient continent, their individual strength is extremely terrifying.
I recall that thousands of years ago, two fledgling divine knights went to the golden plains of Udun City, intending to compete with the orc leader of that generation.
But only half an hour had passed, and these two idiots who knew nothing about the world were torn into pieces by the orc leader. He also said that if the top human being dared to set foot on the golden plain again, he would definitely die without mercy.
Burial place.
The Aogu Continent has always remained silent on this matter. Instead of starting a war, the old king gave countless magic crystals and gold coins to the orcs.
Therefore, in this case, although the principality of Shaheru is mediocre in actual strength, not everyone can easily subvert it in terms of its background.
Time passed by, and after reviewing the last official document, Mascherano, the garrison at Blood Diamond Bay, stretched slowly and then stood up.
The adjutant who was always by his side wiped the corners of his mouth and skillfully caught the two skylarks standing on his shoulders in his palm.
The letter stamped with the fire paint mark of the Mountain Scorpion flew towards Cadian City, while the other skylark flew towards the village of Tundra Continent.
After everything was done, the two quietly left the stone tower and walked toward the Blood Diamond Bay port under the scorching afternoon sun. Half an hour later, Mascherano got into a three-masted sailboat, and the adjutant next to him
His expression became stern, as if he had transformed into a sleeping beast.
"We meet again. Welcome to the Principality of Shayeru again. In the name of the gods, I hope that the friendship between us will last forever."
Mascherano touched his chest with one hand and gave a standard Viking salute. Then he sat directly in the wooden chair, smiling and waiting for the other party's response.
"You are too polite. This is originally something that both parties are happy about, but if the Principality of Shayeru can pay some gold coins again, it will not be in vain for us to come all the way."
The Viking leather armor could not hide his muscles, and although the thick scimitar was somewhat chipped, it was already stained black with blood. After a glass of ale, the Viking man took out two storage bags, but there was no
Untie them.
"The items traded this time are not animal skins, nor are they those white four-leaf clovers or whale oil! Three hundred pounds of purified whale oil!"
"Give me a reasonable price, otherwise I will set sail and leave immediately. You must know that these things are also rare items that are highly sought after in the twilight forest of the elves."
The Viking man shook the two storage bags and took out a small bottle of sample. The cork was pulled out, and a faint aroma instantly filled the room.
Whale oil has only two uses. One is to be made into perfume by the elves, and the other is to be turned into magic cannonballs by the goblins in the Alchemy City.
It is said that the magic cannonballs made from whale oil are as powerful as the attacks of the Glory Knight, and also have the special effect of continuous damage.
But let alone the ancient continent, Alchemy City itself only stores a few dozen of this kind of cannonballs. Coupled with the extremely high failure rate in the production process, the Goblin Tribe’s demand for whale oil is endless. p>
But how can whales be so easy to hunt? Let’s not talk about their huge bodies. Their living habits of not living in groups have given up the idea of most people.
"Three hundred pounds of whale oil, thirty thousand crystal coins! This is the highest price I can offer. If you are not satisfied, you can leave Blood Diamond Bay now."
Mascherano thought for a while, and then directly stated his bottom line. Because he knew very well that the Vikings in front of him did not like to go around, let alone write endless ink with others.
The two parties exchanged storage bags, and after their confirmation, the atmosphere in the room quickly became warm. Mascherano kept toasting to the other party because he still had a question in his mind.
"Where did the whale oil come from? Don't say it was killed by Master Tanya herself. I will never believe such lies to children."
Mascherano drank another gulp and then asked in an understatement. However, there was a hint of cunning in his eyes.
"Of course it's not Mistress Tanya's fault. It's useless for you to ask about this matter, because we Vikings are not just white-eyed wolves, so how can we cause trouble for our friends."
"But let me tell you, you in the Augu Continent are really bastards. With the strength of those two adults, you were even exiled to the frozen soil continent."
The Viking man was talking eloquently, but when he was about to say something more, a servant beside him interrupted him and stared at Mascherano coldly.
Seeing this situation, Mascherano could only smile awkwardly. But the key words "brother and sister" and "exile" were firmly remembered.