It is said that the original Grand Duke Conrad bought it from the church, and it is also said that the pope was in return for helping the Conrad family to establish the Papal States on the homeland of the Kingdom of Loraine. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"You see, under the tower is the church of the church."

Morey stepped forward, his right hand stretched forward, pointing far below the tower, "If there is anything beautiful about Worms for me, I'm afraid it's only this view." ”

Thor covered his mouth, and the closer the ship got, the clearer he could see, the more incredible it became.

The whole of Platinum Harbour stretched out like an open bag, like a piece of concave iron, along with the terrain of the Freuen Hills.

In the middle of the depression is a small island in the middle of the lake, and the glimmer of the night pearl illuminates the ships of the entire harbor, which is not as bright as day, but it is enough for all ships to operate.

"There's an outer anchorage—" Marten pointed to the area where the sailboat was about to enter, where countless huge cargo ships and merchant ships were moored, one after another, as if they were dragon whales emerging from the water, and the black shadows like hills covered the sky and the sun, the ships were like peaks, and the sails were like forests.

From afar, candles were still shining on the decks of some of the ships, and Marten laughed and told Saul: "That's the sailors staying up all night gambling - to make two silver plates sooner or later they have to spend on these things." ”

Nodding, Thor was silent, and Ingvar went to command the slaves to operate, and only the three of them were left on the side of the ship, and the sailboat passed through the tall belly of the ship, and sailed into the outer anchorage by the light of the "Eye of Badr".

"What's that?" Sol saw many pontoons floating on the surface of the sea, and some stone pillars covered with seaweed and troughs.

"That's the ship pile at the outer anchorage." Marten patiently explained that he had been a long-time businessman and had a lot of respect for him, but he couldn't help but think of what happened to him on this trip, and he had to forcibly suppress this emotion.

"In addition to anchoring, these large ships at the outer anchorage have to tie cables to these piers, usually to stone pillars, and smaller ones to pontoons."

As Marten's voice fell, the sailing ship had passed through most of the merchant ships, slowly leaving the outer anchorage and heading forward.

"Where are we going to stop?" Thor turned his head and asked the fat merchant.

"You fly the flag of the Conrad family, you can sail directly into the inner harbor, and we can dock at the harbor." Thor looked ahead, the ship had left the outer anchorage and came to the harbor surrounded by mountains on both sides, but a few hundred meters away, Thor felt that the wind and waves had significantly lessened as soon as he entered the port.

As far as the eye can see, there are many sails, sloops, brigs, oars, oars, all unmoored and anchored on the sea, and there are all kinds of wooden boats, small boats shuttling back and forth, even at night in Platinum Harbor is as busy as day.

"This is the inner anchorage—" Malten explained to Thor "are all ships that are not protected from wind and waves, and have a shallow draft. ”

As the fat merchant explained, the dhow clipper at Thor's feet passed by the sailboats moored at the inner anchorage, and many small boats on the sea that were still carrying goods stopped their work and steered the boats far away from Thor's ship.

Stopped in the distance and watched quietly, as if they were something rare.

Ingvar directed the slaves onwards, and Thor finally saw a row of spacious docks made of wood, with few ships docked on the shore, and several large harbors empty, and he hurriedly stopped Ingvar in them.

The dwarves were no stranger to this, and they practiced by the sea cave at the corner of the cliff, "Look, my lord—" Malten gestured to a small string of torches lit by the harbor.

Thor looked closely and saw that it was a group of men standing on the edge of the largest pier with torches in their hands, waving as if directing them to stop there.

"Who is that?" Thor asked the merchant beside him suspiciously, and Marten had an envious look on his face, and pouted and said:

"That's the officials of Platinum Harbor—"

"Clerk?"

"Yes, the town hall of Worms appoints a clerk in Platinum Harbor to be responsible for the management of the port, such as the dredging of the waterways, the collection of taxes, the inspection of goods, and so on."

Sollen paused for a moment, and then asked, "Uh, collect taxes?" How much will they charge? ”

"No, no, no, you don't have to worry about that." Marten's eyes widened, and he waved his hand at Thor in disbelief, and hurriedly explained, "No one will come to collect your taxes......"

He pointed up to the fluttering golden rose sea flag and said in surprise, "How can anyone dare to collect taxes from the Conrad family in Worms?" You see, they're here to meet you—"

Marten pursed his fat lips and said unwillingly: "Yo, this posture is really not small, this group of guys is the most slippery, usually except for receiving gifts and money, it is rare to see each other, but today it seems that all of them have come out." ”

The sails were lowered long ago, and as the slaves threw their anchors into the harbor, the sailboat, laden with soap, Soths, and dire wolves, came to rest in the platinum harbor of Worms.

When Thor slowly walked down from the ship, there were two groups of people standing on the dock, the first few of them were wearing silk clothes, and from far away Thor could smell the smell of alcohol on them, about five or six people, followed by some guards with torches, some clerks, secretaries, and the like.

The guards, dressed in brown-and-red leather armor, cloaks, black boots, and seemingly pinned clubs around their waists, looked more imposing than the officers who walked in front.

"Ahh

"Ahem-hehehe, this ...... Sir, I am the clerk of Platinum Harbor...... Hey, how can I help you? ”

Thor looked down on the person in front of him for a while, but on the surface he remained silent, he took a step forward and grabbed the clerk's hand with a pair of big hands, and responded with a smile:

"You don't need to help, you can just keep your people away from this dock."

The clerk was a little overwhelmed by Thor's powerful big hand, but then he felt a round hard object fall into his palm, and the clerk, who had been wandering on the docks for many years, naturally knew this, but he still couldn't help but open his mouth wide in surprise.

The big men who traveled to and from Platinum Harbor had never been so amiable, let alone offered to give him a little clerk to do so.

His face was full of smiles, his palm turned slightly, and he swept it with his afterglow, and sure enough, the light of the "Eye of Badr" in the distance, a golden light flashed softly, and the clerk's heart was ecstatic.

"It's a golden rose! - The people of the Conrad family are really generous! The smile on his face widened, and he immediately nodded to Saul:

"Okay, no problem, I'll let everyone leave this place immediately, please rest assured, master." As he spoke, he put on a serious face, turned back to the clerk behind him, and then turned around and said to Thor respectfully:

"My name is Gino, if you have any orders in the future, sir, just let people come here to find me, I will usually be in the small building over there."

As he spoke, he pointed towards a small white building not far behind him, and Thor nodded to indicate that he understood, so the clerk named Gino didn't say much, and slowly retreated with the people, disappearing on the dock.