The port of Bassa is the only coastal port in the Kingdom of Crus, and it is also the northernmost seaport of the Human Alliance of the Star Continent, because further north is the territory of the orc tribe, where there are no ports.

A few decades ago, goods from the Orient would come to Port Barça from the south, but after the completion of Port Lear, Port Barça became nicknamed "Port Lear's mistress", and everything in Port Barça had to transit through Port Lear, and there was a growing shortage of independent merchants.

After all, the port of Barcelona is the largest port in the east and one of the sources of wealth for the Gallusian royal family, and it is still the most prosperous city in the northeast.

Before the morning fog had cleared, a horse-drawn carriage drove towards the city gate, and the soldiers guarding the gate lazily patted the empty iron box beside him, making a "bang" sound, and the iron box had "entry tax" written on it. This is a tax in the backward areas of the Star Continent, and most of the cities of the Homan Empire have been abolished.

The carriage came to a slow halt, and the two horses walked restlessly in place, white vapor spurting from their thick nostrils.

"Lord and Mrs. Lear, Port Barça has arrived. The coachman stepped out of the carriage and set out a wooden bench under the wheel.

The curtain of the carriage opened, and Lear, who had changed his appearance slightly past the golden mask, stepped down and raised his hand gracefully.

A white and slender hand poked out of the door curtain, like a bright moon rising from the clouds, attracting everyone's attention. The hand rested on Lear's hand, and with a slight shake, a blonde woman wearing a white women's hat appeared.

With her left hand on Lear's hand and her right hand on her women's hat, she leaned out of the carriage and stepped out of the carriage cautiously on the wooden bench.

The wind was a little strong on the beach, and Afra was still holding her hat with her right hand, but her left arm was holding Lear's arm, and she raised her head, revealing a pure face, like a newly opened daffodil, which was even more delicate in the sun.

"Is this the legendary Port of Barcelona?" she never stutters when she relaxes.

Afra's words provoked a good-natured laugh.

Afra realized that she was being watched by so many people, and her face was full of shyness, so she hurriedly approached Lear and lowered her hat slightly.

Lear took a gold carat out of his pocket and placed it in the coachman's hand, and the coachman thanked him for the double reward.

Lear pulled out another silver pound and expertly flicked it to the guards guarding the gate, and led Afra towards the city.

The guard took the silver pound and looked at it, smiled and put it in his pocket, and took out two Corruz copper kopecks from the other pocket and threw them into the tax box.

Afra leaned against Lear, nervously watching the bustling crowd and whispering, "Lear, there are so many people here, more than in the previous cities." You see, that's the Barcelona bell tower, I've seen it in books. ”

Afra pointed to the tall bell tower in the distance, and she was thrilled to see the original in the book.

Lear smiled and said, "Since you like Port Barça, let's stay a few more days." ”

Afra hurriedly shook her head: "No, your business is important, let's go find your hidden knight now!"

Lear smiled and said, "Alright, we'll play when we find the Hidden Knight." ”

He looked around and led Afra to a teenager crouching in a corner with a broken felt hat. The young man was very clever, and quickly stood up, took off his felt hat, bowed, and said in the lingua franca of the Holman accent: "I have met the honorable lord and lady, I know the port of Barcelona well, and I will not let you down." ”

Afra blushed and secretly looked at Lear, and saw that he accepted it calmly, and her heart was sweet. Along the way, she is always treated as Lear's wife, but she never explains, and every time she blushes, but she can't help but want to hear it.

Lear smiled and asked, "How do you know I'm a Homan?"

The young man in the felt hat smiled and said, "Your well-cut clothes, outstanding temperament, and self-confident and polite manners are all found by the noble Holman nobles. In Crous, you are like a dragon in a herd of pigs, and I recognize you at a glance. ”

Lear smiled, not taking the young man's sycophants to heart, then threw him a gold carat and said, "Take me to the 'Little Eastern' porcelain shop on Seventh Avenue in the East End, do you know where you know?"

The young man in the felt hat hurriedly said, "Know, know." "Then lead the way in front, bent over, like a humble prawn.

Lear asked, "What's your name?"

"Berg, noble lord. The young man in the felt hat hurriedly took off his hat and put it back on, for fear that there would be a little rudeness - one gold carat is enough for him to live for half a month, and according to the rules, he will get at least one gold carat after sending people to him.

After walking for a few minutes, Lear asked curiously, "Berg, can't the carriages outside the city enter the city, and there are no carriages to hire in the city?"

Berg was very excited when he heard this nobleman call his name, and then whispered: "Lord, just look at this city. It was like that a hundred years ago, and it is still the same. If there were public carriages in a place like Port Lear, how many people could walk in such a narrow place? In Port Barça, only the carriages of the nobles could pass. ”

Lear shook his head, thinking that it was no wonder that Port Barcelona was compared to Port Lear, in addition to the geographical advantage, the people who managed the city were far inferior to the previous two Earls of Lear.

At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves and wheels rolling behind him was heard quickly, and Lear hurriedly held Afra's waist and blocked her in front of her.

Afra looked at Lear's side face, her eyes full of tenderness.

Before Lear could look back at the carriage, he heard someone shouting, "Hit and killed." He looked back and saw that the wheels of the galloping carriage had run over the body of a little boy and continued to gallop forward.

"Stop the carriage!" someone shouted, but no one moved.

"The carriage belongs to the little nobles from other places!" this shout blew up. There were small vendors all around, most of whom knew the child, and I saw two strong men jump directly into the carriage, pull the reins hard, and stop the carriage.

The carriage stopped three meters away, and Lear watched from the sidelines, shielding Afra.

"Get down!" a shrill male voice came from the carriage, and then a middle-aged man threw his fists out and knocked the two big men out of the carriage.

The two strong men grinned a little bit as they covered the place where they were beaten, and they could see that it was a powerful swordsman who was beating people.

The middle-aged swordsman jumped out of the carriage and looked around vigilantly, while a thin man came out of the carriage, stood on the car, looked at the two men and scolded: "Despicable civilian, I am Baron Matvey's butler! Beside me is the swordsman who protects me, whoever dares to stop the car, he has the right to kill!" Hearing the presence of a swordsman, he was silent for a while.

Everyone else paid attention to the carriage, but the kind-hearted Afra looked at the child who was hit and covered in blood, and whispered to Lear, "Lear, if that child hadn't been killed, you could save him, it's so pitiful." ”