Damn cultists! And the unbelievers who also deserve to die!

Looking out the window at the busy and chaotic port of Ossing, the port governor Roynara Redhand Rothschild gritted his teeth and signed the tenth temporary letter of appointment for today, and redistributed some of the chores in his hand. After a little relief, he felt a little drowsy again, reached for one of the small purple medicine bottles on the side of the desk, unscrewed the lid and drank it, a sour sour breath rushed from his throat to his head, washing away all the tiredness and drowsiness that had just risen. Lift his spirits again.

This is the energy potion made by the Alchemy Guild in the city, and he hasn't slept for three days and two nights with this thing like a stomach-lavage.

But that's not enough. The cultist riot was not only almost there, but Osstar Harbor was almost turned upside down, more than a dozen clerks were killed, more than half a dozen clerks were missing, and the port was completely paralyzed, and the most unbelievable thing was that even the city lord, Viscount Favin, was cut off half of his head by someone in the confusion. Before deciding on the successor of the lord of the city, all the port affairs were piled up on his head, even if he was recognized as the most capable and energetic port governor in fifty years, even if he could work twenty-four hours a day on the aid of energy, and he could not expect to restore Osstar to normal in two months.

And as long as you think about the few guys in the family who have long coveted this position, you know that this matter will not be decided at all without months of open and secret strife and strife. As soon as he thought about it, he was on the verge of collapse.

Damn the cultist!Damn the unbeliever!Cursed as he signed the power of attorney, Roynala prayed for a miracle to save him after the storm, or he suspected that sooner or later he would be turned insane by the overuse of energy potions.

The sound of thumpping footsteps made Roynara's mood even more irritable. Those newcomers have no rules and etiquette at all, and listening to the footsteps is some kind of sudden incident that can't make up their minds.

Sure enough, three seconds later, a newly appointed clerk pushed open the door and came in, and reported with some breath: "Your Excellency, there is an ocean-going ship that is said to have come from the western continent to apply for entry into the port. ”

"West?" Roynara didn't even lift her head, still writing. "What hapless ghosts have encountered the spreading Chaos Storm? They're lucky to be back alive, and they should donate a large sum of money to the Storm Temple. But do you need to ask me about this little thing, and let them into the port as long as they pay their due......

"No... No. It is not a ship passing from the west, but a ship from the mainland to the west. You should go and see, it's full of Westerners, all of them. The clerk waved his arms to make a large circle, and with his cross-eyed eyes and oversized hat, it looked like a clown dancing, which was very funny. "And according to them, they are envoys of the Western Empire who came at the invitation of Duke Clay, and they have asked us to receive them with proper etiquette, will you go and arrange it..."

"Westerners from the Western Continent?" Roynara finally raised his head, his eyes widened, and he even stopped the pen in his hand. "They've crossed the Chaos Storm Belt, and they've been able to get through it when the storm has expanded so much lately, it's a bunch of lucky guys. ”

"But what the fuck does this have to do with me? Do you want us to greet them with proper diplomatic etiquette? They don't know how busy we are right now? What do you want me to do with them?"

"Was it a Westerner invited by Duke Incre? What is that damn rich guy who has the right to cross the Empire to invite envoys from other countries to establish diplomatic relations? Does he really think that he is a noble Duke of the Empire? Has he forgotten that his father bought his title for a mountain of gold? His title is the same as pork in the vegetable market! It's only a little more expensive at most!"

Roynala's surprise quickly turned into anger, perhaps the effect of the bottle of energy potion he had just drunk was taking over, making him overexcited, and the anxiety and stress of these days was not finding a place to release, he jumped up and patted the table and pointed at the clerk's nose: "Also, Westerners are a bunch of hateful unbelievers. Look at this mess out there, haven't we been hurt enough by them? It's because they're sheltering and sheltering those cultists that they're doing this! Let these new Westerners get out of here! I don't care if Incre has a port or not, how far away it is, I don't want to see those Westerners! I get a headache when I see their yellow skins!"

Seeing the Governor of Harbor pointing at his fingers, the clerk's cross-eyed eyes became more and more obvious, and he said timidly: "But... The condition of their ships may not be very suitable for sailing. You know, according to the Empire's maritime laws, we have to allow them to enter the port..."

"Oh yes, damn I forgot. Well, the Queen of God has also said that those who have survived her wrath are worth treating well, and we must allow them to dock here......" Royanara patted his head and leaned back into the back of his chair. In any case, it would be too much to expel a wrecked ship that had just weathered a storm, and even if the laws of the Empire were often just a decoration now—in fact, decades after the Empire had fallen, the laws of the Empire were not even ornaments in many places, but the Rothschilds' self-proclaimed legitimacy of the Empire was still necessary. Moreover, the metaphor of the storm god cannot be violated, and if he wants to continue in the position of port governor, he can only let these Westerners dock here.

"Alright, let them in. But don't think about any diplomatic etiquette, I don't have time, I don't have time, and I'm not interested. Anyway, do these despicable unbelievers still have the luxury of receiving any respect... Wait..."Roynala patted his head again, the energy potion seemed to be working well, and a good idea popped into his head. "By the way, detain them all first! The ship can be repaired in port, but it is not polite to these untrustworthy people. Inform the High Priest of the Sun Temple and the Guardian Hand to screen them, and if there is an evil person, they will be directly imprisoned, no, they will be hanged directly!"

"Huh, but they're foreign envoys—" The clerk became more and more frightened, and even his voice became quieter. He was already a little thin, but now he looks like a coward.

"They're just called by the rich guy! or they call themselves, I haven't been notified. And at this time, how do I know if they are the accomplices of the Westerners in the city? They can shield the cultists, maybe these people are the accomplices of the cultists! Of course, they must be arrested and detained and strictly examined!" Roynara said triumphantly, looking at the spineless appearance of this subordinate, and the puzzled cross-eyed, he was in a rare mood, and smiled and felt that he should also explain, so that these new spineless guys could understand why they were sitting in this position. "Fools, whether they are fellow believers or not, finding a scapegoat at this time can distract the people and the temple. With a place to vent their anger and attention, they have a direction that we can leverage on, and it is not so difficult to clean up the mess. Alright, you go tell the navigator to bring them in. I went to see the Port Guard myself, hoping that their eggs hadn't been completely destroyed by the cultists. ”

Roynara dropped her pen, picked up the cool oil on the table, poured some of it, wiped her temples on her hands, lifted her spirits again, got up and left the chair where she had been sitting all day, moved her waist joints, and made a few rattling noises before striding out of the office.

That's right, that's it. Deflect the attention of the temple and the lower-middle-class citizens to make them understand that the riot was not caused by our negligence, but that it was premeditated by the cunning Westerners, and that it embarrassed Inclave so that the old stubborn men of the Council of Mages who were accustomed to making peace could no longer shamelessly compromise with the nouveau riche.

To hell with the damned unbelievers, the damn rich guys!, he figured out what to do next, and he felt like he was walking down the aisle with the sound of whirring wind.

In the office behind him, the thin clerk was still there, staring at the imposing back of the port governor in a daze, as if he was shocked by the majesty exuded by his boss, but his somewhat stunned cross-eyed eyes slowly disappeared and became normal, and a pair of green eyes were smart and deep, like two clear and turquoise lakes.

Then he suddenly smiled. The cowardice just now is no longer visible, and the smile is confident and proud.

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Seeing the behemoth with a height of more than ten or twenty meters and a length of more than a hundred meters, like a hill, slowly driving into the berth, Roynala was really a little shocked. I've heard of this large ocean-going ship in the western continent for a long time, but it's still surprising to see it for the first time. Thanks to the fact that Osstar City also has a large berth for the floating island warships of the northern dwarves, otherwise it really can't accommodate this guy.

Glancing over the hull of the ship, Roynara couldn't help but admit with some surprise that it was really an unusual skill for these Westerners to be able to get the ship here. After being the port governor for so many years, Roynara certainly has a very clear understanding of the various conditions of various sea ships, even better than a woman's body, and he can see at a glance that this Western sea ship is indeed rushing from the chaotic storm, and the hull is full of dark wounds left by the huge crushing and concussion, it is like a toy that has been kneaded by dozens of violent children for several days, and it is a miracle that it can be maintained until now without falling apart.

However, this is also due to the unique shipbuilding technology of the Westerners, or the materials, and I don't know where they got the keel that can make such a large ship, and so many strong, delicate and light wood. On this side of the Euro continent, the trees that can grow so big and sturdy are the sacred trees of the druids and the elven tribes, and they want to cut them down to make ships?

And for the great Magic Empire, things like ships are really not worth spending too much effort on, that is, some chambers of commerce and alchemists along the coast will specialize in shipbuilding, and it is enough to use it for fishing and transportation. The most elite mages and alchemists of the Age of Empires were willing to put their energies into creating something that was not such a humble creation—at the end of the Age of Empires, there were already three prototypes in the Floating City.

Of course, in the end, all three floating cities were smashed, and the empire was in name only, but that didn't stop Roynara from dismissing the ship after being shocked. Roynara snapped his fingers, and his chief clerk and Jones, the deputy captain of the Port Guard, rushed up the lowered gangway with twenty or thirty heavily armed guard swordsmen. The arrest of a boatload of suspected untrustworthy people is just a gesture of importance, not to the point of letting himself come forward in person.

The stern shouts of the clerks and the vice-captain of the guard were soon heard on the deck, and Roynala was already thinking about the next series of follow-up plans. It is certain to take down these people as scapegoats, but to what extent to deal with these people, in fact, it is a very political vision of the job, not only to embarrass the damn rich guy, but also not too much, after all, it is not just a nouveau riche who only relies on gold coins to act recklessly, but also one of the top archmages in the mainland. Roynala could despise an upstart with an infinite amount of gold by virtue of his noble surname, but he didn't have the guts to really face the wrath of an archmage.

Thinking about it, I couldn't help but be distracted, and when I reacted, it had been a long time before I knew it, but the shouting and scolding and arguments above had not stopped. Roynara couldn't help but roar, "Damn, what the hell are you doing? Does it take so long to negotiate with them? If they resist arrest, just do it! Are the weapons in your hands used to tickle?"

The chief clerk's head sticked out from the side of the ship, and he looked at his boss, who had drunk too much energy potion and looked irritable, and said in embarrassment: "My lord, their translators are not very able to understand us, and it is very difficult to communicate. We must at least explain the reasons for our arrest. ”

That's right, the procedure that should be taken must be reached, and it is necessary to have as few handles as possible in the hands of those old stubborns, and these guys can be obedient and obedient at best, there are too many uncontrollable factors to really force their hands, and it will be troublesome if you kill a few more people who shouldn't be killed. Roynara asked impatiently, "Damn." Aren't they envoys? How can they not even have an interpreter? How did the navigator communicate with them before?"

"They have a translator who speaks the lingua franca, but it seems to be hired. He said that their leader said that this was a formal occasion, and that if it was an official communication, they would have to use the official translator assigned to them in their Imperial Government, but the guy who was the official translator... I felt as if we were communicating with a retarded orc, who could only say a few words over and over again..."

"Damn, these damn incompetent bureaucrats!" Roynala would be 100% sure that this was indeed an envoy ship sent by the Western Continent Empire, and that only the rigid system of a huge empire would produce such old-fashioned and incompetent bureaucrats. As a child, he had seen many of these old men in Oyorosstan. "Don't we have any Western-speaking guys here?

"You know that the Westerners in the port have fled... None of us have to learn their language, and it's a lot harder than Elfish to speak. But maybe we can find one or two vendors in the slums who deal with them regularly? or should we send someone to find them? or maybe we can get a high priest who can use the language? But both the Temple of the Sun and the Guardian Hand have sent their elite to hunt down the cultists, and I wonder if there are any more in the city..."

"Damn, do you think we have enough time to drink tea with them and wait for the interpreter to come?" Roynara finally couldn't help it and climbed the gangway.

The situation on the bow deck was similar to what he had imagined, with the chief clerk and the deputy captain leading thirty or so warriors standing scattered, and on the opposite side was a group of black-haired and yellow-skinned Westerners, and standing in the middle should be the leader of the mission, an old man dressed in a very formal manner. Roynala hadn't seen the robes or hats, but he could tell that they were meant to be a cumbersome outfit for formal occasions. Next to the old man was a short, fat and ugly guy in ornate armor, and looking at the thing that should not be worn on the ship, and the position where he stood, he should also be one of the official leaders of the envoys. Some of the soldiers guarded the men, and their clothing seemed to have put more thought into their clothing than their weapons. No one else was to be seen, and it seemed that the old bureaucrat at the head was indeed very polite, not only did he have everyone dressed carefully, but also made the other sailors hide under the cabin, probably expecting a formal diplomatic welcome ceremony.

Next to the two old men and bureaucrats was a middle-aged man with a red face, who was stammering and wanted to talk to the deputy captain here, it seemed that he was the official translator, and after listening to half of the guy's words, Roy Nala completely agreed with his subordinates' evaluation of this guy, if he relied on this kind of communication, even if he stood here and talked all day, he didn't want to make any progress.

"Where's that guy who supposedly understands words? Roynala looked at the crowd, in fact, he was just a subconscious glance, but he could see the person at a glance.

Standing on the periphery of the line, he looked like he was in his twenties, and his appearance was more profound and distinct than that of most of the other Westerners, and he was slightly taller than the other Westerners, and looked a little like he was mixed with other bloods. In contrast to the numbness or fear or rejection or hostility of other Westerners, this person looked at him with a smile and interest, an expression of hope for communication.

The Governor of Ports saw people no worse than he did with ships, and he could tell at a glance that this was a young man who was completely different from other Westerners, and he even had the feeling that this young man did not belong to the envoys. Sure enough, the young man walked over and watched Roynara speak, in a standard and clear lingua franca with an Oroyo accent: "Good day, you are what they call the Governor of the Port." ”

"Thank goodness. Roynara's restless mood was finally better, and the young man's Oroyo accent made him feel a little familiar. It seems that this is a Westerner who originally lived here?

The old man standing in the center of the crowd suddenly shouted angrily at the young man, as if he was very dissatisfied with him talking to this side without permission. Roynala gave the old man a disgusted look, turned to the young man, and said, "Leave the damned bureaucrats alone, give them a word." I suspect that they have something to do with a cultist riot that happened here two days ago, and I have to arrest them all. After a pause, he added, "Including you." But for the sake of not being as stupid as they are, as long as you investigate, maybe you will be the first to be released. ”

As he wished, the young man really didn't pay much attention to the roaring old man behind him, but he didn't seem to pay much attention to the words of the port governor, but looked at Roynala very carefully and with interest with a pair of dark eyes, and asked, "I take the liberty of asking, you are a mage." ”

Looked at by those dark and deep eyes, Roynala actually had the illusion that he was going to be sucked in, it was not that he had never spoken and dealt with Westerners at close range, it was not that he had not seen the unique dark eyes of Westerners, but this young man's eyes were as black as a pair of boundless and deep black holes, he couldn't help but take a step back: "Of course I am a mage, who are you?"

The young man tilted his head and thought for a moment, and replied, "You can call me Feng." According to our parlance, I'm also a mage. ”