The words of the maroon robe were very rude, of course, the Holy See had been in business for hundreds of years, and it had become a common practice to be high-minded, and as a middle and high level of the clergy, he was deeply confident in the strength of his church.

"I'm a guest on the ship, you don't have to know what to do." Lao Luo's words were also unkind, with his tall figure and his long loose hair with the hood pulled down, it put a lot of pressure on the guy opposite.

Obviously, the maroon robe is a figure who has seen the world, and he turns a blind eye to Lao Luo's pressure, "Outlander? This is the jurisdiction of the Holy See, and all outsiders must register and must pay a transit fee of one hundred gold coins per person. ”

"What will happen to you if you don't?" Lao Luo condescendingly deliberately teased the other party, according to the standard gold coin size at this time, a hundred gold coins are about equivalent to two to three kilograms of gold, which is nothing to Lao Luo, but feed these things? Lao Luo can only hehe.

The maroon robe seemed to be a very tough guy, but he didn't back down, "If you resist the tax order, you will be burned as an infidel!" ”

"Huh, huh?" Lao Luo's sneer was not over, so he reached out and grabbed the other party's high-necked robe and neck, lifted him up with a slight retraction, and then turned left and right, treating him as a humanoid weapon, all the priests behind the brown robe were smashed to the ground, and the flower biao on Lao Luo's shoulders was not idle, jumping on the opposite few guys, regardless of the head and face.

At the same time that Lao Luo's side began to "hehe", Naga Munaqi and Eighteen Lang who were guarding the side of the ship rushed to the other party's boat, Naga's double-wielding wolf tooth stabbing hammer, Mnaqi's scimitar, and Eighteen Lang's pointed four-cornered hammer, the three guys completely turned away, and the sailors who were stunned next to them were shocked.

In less than three minutes, the battle on the opposite ship was over, and Captain Mussos reacted at this time, and only then did he say a sentence after growing his mouth for a long time, "Bartol, this is how you handled it?" ”

In fact, it was not only Mussos who was shocked, but also the first time that Al Hesian had seen such a swift battle, and he was also stunned, although El Hessin's experience from Basra to Cairo was also very complicated, but it was the first time he had seen such a one-sided battle.

As for Nuralman, not to mention, he was already lying on the side of the ship and began to vomit, and there were also sailors leaning on the side of the ship, because the Naga on the other side looked too vicious, and Mnachi cut off some hands and feet at most, and Eighteen Lang's quadrangular hammer was at most to break his hands and feet, and Naga's wolf tooth stabbing hammer was different, and there were blood stains everywhere, and Naga who stopped and stood up straight and waited for the order still had the intestines of an unlucky ghost hanging on his body.

In comparison, the five missionaries that Lao Luo put down looked slightly better, but all of them were covered in blood by Hua Biao, but at least their limbs were still sound and sound. Beckoning to the sailors of Mussos and tying up all five missionaries, Lao Luo said to Messos: "Go and see on the other side, Messos, will you go over?" ”

Mussos looked at the opposite side, except for some human figures lying on the deck, the canvas hanging from the cross symbol was stained with blood, and immediately shook his head and said, "It's still not good, let's talk about it after cleaning up." ”

Lao Luo looked back at Al Hessin, who was still in a daze, shook his head, and stepped on the gangplank to the opposite boat. He said to the three people who were still patrolling left and right, "Are you hurt?" ”

Cui Shibalang was slightly better, because he used a blunt object, only some blood stains on his legs, and the other two Naga and Mnaqi were full of blood, and they couldn't see if they were injured at all.

"Boss, I'm fine, but I have two abrasions on my legs." Naga was dressed in thick armor and rushed fiercely, but it was not a big deal.

"Arms and legs look like they've been slashed with knives, boss." Mnaki was deflected by Naga, he is not a character who rushes and fights, agility and hanging opponents are his way, Lao Luo plans to go back and talk about this.

"Third uncle, I'm fine, but I accidentally fell a few times." Cui Shibalang is just over 1.7 meters tall, although his strength is insufficient, but he is better at being flexible with his hands and feet, and his dodging skills are still good.

Lao Luo took a closer look at Mnaqi's wound, the knife edge was very shallow, there should be no big problem, and nodded, "Okay, go back and summarize it, Mnaqi clean up the wound, Naga and Eighteen ...... these guys"

Only then did I have the kung fu to look at the opponent who fell crookedly on the deck under his feet, and the three boys basically aimed at overturning the opponent, as for the control, it is estimated that they didn't care, so there were about eleven people left on the ship, why do you say about? Because one of the guys was knocked off the boat by Naga, and the remaining calf was left on the boat.

The eleven people on the ship were still intact, but they weren't all that complete, two were missing a leg, four were missing an arm, and three had their heads or chests and abdomen smashed by Naga... The only thing that was okay was a tin can wearing plate armor, but even with plate armor, the angle at which his hands and feet were bent was not very natural, and it was obviously knocked off.

These wastes obviously didn't need to be bothered anymore, and motioned to Naga and Eighteen Lang to collect some loot, Lao Luo went down to the cabin and took a look, in addition to a few missionaries' personal belongings, there were actually a few empty boxes with very exquisite workmanship, which were obviously used to hold money! And there was no spare food in the cabin, so it seems that these guys didn't plan to stock up on their own food, but planned to collect it from the taxed ship.

These damn bastards, Lao Luo casually put the silver cutlery in the cabinet on the table and a few cabinets into the ring space, and there was nothing else he was interested in, and turned around and walked out of the cabin, where the sailors on the Mersos ship had already arrived.

Ignoring the others, Lao Luo returned to the merchant ship and found Mussos directly: "Ask your first mate to take someone to the opposite side to sort it out, the ship is for you." ”

"Bartol, what did you say?" Mussos is obviously still a little dull-headed, although he has seen a lot of all kinds of passengers for a long time, but he has never seen such a young man as Lao Luo, who usually looks strong and even speaks very elegantly, just like the ancient Greek scholars who like to exercise, but the moving old Luo in front of him is more powerful than a barbarian!

"I say, Mussos, the boat on the other side has been given to you." Lao Luo had to repeat it with tears and laughter.

"The boat? Give it to me? Relieved, Mussos didn't understand at all, "Why, that's your trophy." ”

"Where do I have the hands to drive the boat? Besides, I don't have that time to resell it," Lao Luo explained impatiently, "If you don't want it, I'll ask someone to scuttle it." ”

"Don't, don't... It's too wasteful to chisel, I want it. "Mussos finally reacted, although the ship opposite is not new, but it can be sold for at least five hundred gold coins, which is worth half a year of busy everyone on his ship. Even if it is not sold, a fleet can be organized in the future, as long as the sails are changed and the hull is refinished, it can be used as an escort ship.

"Alright, you can quickly call your people to clean up." Not bothering to care about how the other party packed up the boat, Lao Luo walked towards the five missionaries who were tied up like a dumpling.

In this era, sailors at sea were very neat at sail ropes, so the trick of tying people was equally neat, and the ropes the thickness of the thumb tied the five high-toed missionaries strongly. Lao Luo approached the brown robe curled up on the deck, and a foul smell came, this guy actually peed his pants?

The guy who has nothing to fear in the face of himself is this virtue? Lao Luo kicked the brown robe with his foot, "Don't play dead, sit up and answer the question!" ”

This guy quickly hummed and crawled and sat up, but his left leg was obviously not very natural, it was estimated that he sprained his leg when he was carried by Lao Luo as a weapon, and the snot and tears on his face were mixed with the blood stains grabbed by Hua Biao.

"Who told you to collect taxes in this sea? Don't know that this is the extent of the Byzantine Empire? "Lao Luo's latter question is actually a gimmick to confuse the public, the purpose is just to ask the other party's superiors, as for what kind of retaliation in the future, it just depends on the time and opportunity, the so-called threat of the Holy See has never been a problem for Lao Luo, it's a big deal to pat his ass and return to the East as soon as possible.

"It's Cardinal Francis's order, I'm just a low-level worker, your Excellency spare me...... Woo ...... "The brown robe is also clever, but it's a pity that Lao Luo doesn't want to leave trouble for himself, and he doesn't even bother to know the other party's name."

Turning around, Lao Luo went directly to find Messos. There was a stark contrast between the elated Mussos and the disgusting sailors who were cleaning up the corpses, "Mussos, it's up to the sailors to clean up the ship, you help me find the nearest uninhabited island, the kind that wants to deviate from the course." ”

"You mean?" Mussos quickly understood what Lao Luo meant, in this era, if there is no value in the Western seas for derelict sailors or captured pirates, it is not to kill, but to force them to walk the springboard blindfolded, or exile to a desert island with no people, of course, whether the punished person can survive depends entirely on the luck of the other party.

"That's right, that's what you think," Lao Luo saw the other party's expression, and simply admitted directly, "However, given that the other party is a teacher, there must always be something special." ”

"How to say" Mussos also hated the other party's greed, so he was very interested in what Lao Luo said.

"So, find a few idle sailors, make some crosses," Lao Luo described in a sinister and eloquent manner, "and then stand on a deserted island with no one and tie up all these bastards." ”

"Then, whether you can live or not depends entirely on God's will." Mesos followed Lao Luo's words and said, "Aha, that's how it should be, I'm going to call someone to get it." ”

Near noon, two ships, one large and one small, found an uninhabited desert island, there were too many unexplored uninhabited islands in the Mediterranean Sea in this era, and as long as they deviated from the course, they could often find a suitable island quickly.

The sailors and even Mussos disembarked to help tie up a four-metre-long cross on the shore, and Lao Luo called his men to help carry the tied guys onto the boat.

"Third uncle, just throw them directly into the sea, why do you have to carry them so much?" Cui Shibai had just changed into clean clothes, and he was a little lazy to let these guys who either smell or were covered in blood.

"Shut up, get it, you'll know when you get to shore."

"Spare your life, Your Excellency, we were wrong." "Help......" "You heretics, let me go!" "God will not forgive you, one day you will ......" The sober guys probably guessed what they were going to face, and kept shouting or cursing.

Soon all the able-bodied or unsound-bodied guys were put on a desert island, the desert island is not big, you can see the edge at a glance, and there are no nearby islands in the surrounding seas, Lao Luo is very satisfied with this. The sailors had almost finished the cross, and Lao Luo said to a few people around him, "Come and help, tie these guys to the cross, and then stand up." ”

"Okay......" Everyone had some bad taste, and happily came up to help, even Nuralman, who was still disgusting in the morning, didn't care anymore, and the helpers tied the priests firmly to the cross.

"Your Excellency, how can you forgive us?" The brown robe knew that Lao Luo was the leader of the matter, and shouted loudly to Lao Luo.

"Forgive you? No, I don't have that authority, only your God has it, so my companions and I are responsible for sending you to him......" Lao Luo replied to him solemnly, "As for whether God will forgive you, it probably depends on how he feels......"