The shipowner, Baron Merissa, dressed in luxurious fur clothes, anxiously awaited his merchant ship Storm Rider on the dockyard, his brow furrowed, his two bulging eyes wide in a square-like face, and it was really worrying that his eyeballs would accidentally fall to the ground.

He had already begun to calculate the possibility of an accident on the Storm Knight, and in just two months of Talk, he had lost three ships in a row. Naturally, the shipwrights did not give the richest shipowner of Parma a day of purification, and they kept scolding him for his lack of credibility at the door, but fortunately there was a dockyard doorway with the heavily armed handles of Merissa's hired personal guards, so that he was not saved from being swept into the Merissa dockyard by these angry shippers to rip off his ears, which were thinner than parchment.

He kept convincing himself to believe in Arcana's blessing, clutching the Arcana silver cross hanging from his chest, and looked nervously at the sea level, as if he wanted to see through the sea with the bulging eyes that grew out of his square face.

"Hey! Standing there, bastard, your wandering makes me very irritable, and most importantly, you are blocking my view! Distraught, he waved his hand at the dock and roared, "Come here, I have something to say to you, it's good news." ”

"But there's nothing worth doing for you. My old shipowner. I'm just as anxious as you are. The sailor was stunned for a moment, then trembling as he walked over to Baron Merissa, and when he saw Merissa's eyes glaring at him angrily, his heart began to go up and down, and he knew that in such a situation his shipmaster would tell good news, and that it would be a terrible punishment.

"You don't have much more to offer me. I'm upset to see you useless bastard, and now I'm ordering you to fuck off at once! Get out of the way! Baron Merissa, who was in a very depressed mood, yelled at him, and it was a sowing of suppressed anger.

"All right, old shipowner, I'll leave here at once and go back to the sailor's house. It's my fault for blocking your view. The sailor nodded to Baron Merissa, hoping that the word 'get out' from the old shipmaster's mouth would be to let him go back to the sailor's house, or at most a salary of one or two silver coins.

"No, the Sailor's House is no longer for you. I mean - you're fired! Fired! I've lost 4 boats in these two months! Remember you're the second mate who has nothing to do? Well, take you and your people for me and disappear from my dock immediately! I don't need you short-lived guys anymore. Merissa raised his voice again, his hands clenched into fists in distraught, "Don't let me see you a second time, or my personal guard will give you good fruit to eat." ”

"Don't use your personal guard to expel us, we'll leave right away." The second mate, who appeared in front of Baron Merissa's bulging eyes at a time that should not have appeared, left dejectedly.

"Get out!" Baron Merissa threw out a sentence of emotional garbage impatiently, he felt that the stuffiness in his chest was also much soothed, he was stunned in front of the dock for a while after the second mate who annoyed him left, as if remembering something, he turned around and walked quickly to the luxurious house next to the dock, he climbed up to his private room on the second floor of the luxurious house in three steps and two steps, and quickly pulled out a roll of parchment from the drawer of the El Helino classical ornamented desk, which was a list of the merchant ships of the Storm Knight.

"The Storm Knight, but it's a retired Coast Guard ship that I bought from Prince Lotat at a great price!" He sat down on the ornate carved armchair, and while muttering about the high value of the Wind and Wave Knight, he re-read the list of weapons loads, "Twin-masted sailboat, 120 purple shirts and wooden bows, 2,000 arrows, and 100 Entel longswords purchased by the Wright Brothers. Well, there will be no problem, unless there is a robbery by the people of the Kakhand, but the people of the Kakhandan should not rob my ship, the people of the Kakhandians have become very harmonious with His Majesty after the death of Queen Mona, could it be the Wallaces of Sunset Island? But that's even more unlikely, Sunset Island is a die-hard duke of the royal family, and they cooperate with us so hotly that they won't give up more trade interests in order to rob so little goods, and the rest is "

"Shipwrecked." Baron Merissa's mind hurried through two words that he would never mention, and he shook his head, feeling that his mouth was a little dry, and he had to swallow first, he grabbed the silver cup on his desk and knocked it. The servant immediately poured him a glass of soda respectfully with the silver jug, and he took the silver cup and drank it all, and ordered the servant to fill it up for him, and drank it again until he let out a pleasant burp.

"Your Excellency, the personal guards outside our door are afraid that they will not be able to withstand the menacing cargo owners. Shouldn't we do something to compensate a few of them for the loss of their claims? The servant put down the silver jug and bowed down to report to him.

"Huh!? Compensate their heads, okay! I'm wondering if your arm is turning outward, but I'm going to hear you tell me, who wants to make it up to me? I lost 4 cargo ships in one go in these two months! 4 cargo ships! Is there a war? Aside from the little of Entre and Yafin, I think my ship is lost faster than in the war! What's more, our ambitious King His Majesty has recently raised the vassal tax on all vassals in his royal realm! Do you know how much to pay? Do you know what the Frankenstein bastard is going to see? Haven't you heard, well! Tell you! He's going to hell! Baron Merissa glared at the proposed servant angrily, and two white breaths were about to erupt from his nose. But he still stood up, quietly walked to the window eaves, and opened the thick curtain with his hand slightly, the immediate incoming owner of the goods shouted and scolded, like the mountains of the unevolved ape is howling wildly at him, the guards downstairs have begun to collide with them unfriendly limbs, those rough body language is a good interpretation of their anger, Baron Merissa took in the scene outside the window and quickly retracted the square head of the micro probe, his ears thinner than parchment suddenly became red, It felt like it was burning, "Okay." Count me out of luck! Take these twenty gold coins, go and fetch the troublemakers below, and compensate the ones who have made the most trouble, and if the others dare to gather at my door and shout nonsense, you will secretly send someone to teach these ignorant fools a good lesson on their way back to rest at night. Beat me to death, and compensate one less for one death! I don't have that much money to fill these teeth! ”

"Yes, Your Excellency. I did it immediately. The servant took the small bag of gold coins that Merissa had handed him, and hurried back.

"Nonsense, of course you have to do it!" When the servant had retreated, he cursed in a sloppy manner, and sat down on his richly carved chair, shaking his feet so much that he inadvertently began to gnaw on the growing fingernails that his dead father had commanded him to refrain from touching with his mouth.

"Alas, what to do, my goods, my shipping, my gold coins! Alas! The king raised the vassal tax! Fuck it! I mean, I've been so unlucky lately! Baron Merissa wanted to sigh, but he refused to give up the root of his nails, which had not yet been gnawed, and only made a faint mmmmmmmmmmm

The apprehensive Baron Merissa gnawed the extra nails on the ten fingers of his hands, and his fingers turned white under the soaking of saliva. Still, the wait for his nails made him wait for the sound of the conch horn he wanted to hear.

"Woo-woo-woo-" It was the low, long, conch horn that came from afar on the distant sea level, and the three Coast Guard ships of the royal fleet were slowly approaching the dock with a single sloop.

Hurried footsteps sounded on the wooden staircase leading to Merissa's private chambers, and his servant ran up panting, shouting as he ran, "Your Excellency, the ship has finally returned!" ”

"Nonsense! I could see it through the window, but it wasn't my ship! That's a merchant ship with a sloop, and my Rider of the Storm is a two-masted! What a fuss are you there!? The sound of the conch first made Merissa excited, but the sound of the conch brought a single-masted merchant ship that made his mood fall into a trough again, and he couldn't help but let out a slightly garlic-smelling fart one after another.

"But it's our ship! Take a closer look, there is indeed our three-star iron anchor flag hanging on that mast! It's okay, why is it hanging our flag? It's not a living hell! It's your ship, Your Excellency! The servant pointed out the window to the merchant ship that was heading towards the dock on the sea beyond the dock, and Baron Merissa looked at it with great excitement.

"Alright! It was my fault! Hey! Your eyes are so good! It looks like it's the Storm Knight! Let's go, go to the dockyard and have a look! Baron Merissa said excitedly, and he turned and ran downstairs with his servant, and ran to the docks.

The sea outside the dockyard was calm, and the sloop merchant ship was getting closer and closer, and the three coast guard ships of the royal fleet also left the side of the sloop, and once again sounded their horns and sailed back to patrol and cruise near the sea level.

"Baron, we've finally got a ship back! This is finally the first good thing in two months! Baron Merissa's servant was as triumphant as if he had himself driven the Knight of the Storm back from Havalo, and he clapped his hands with joy and seemed to be dancing.

"What a fart! My Storm Knight was almost blown apart by that bastard named Jack Uraltov, and the two-masted merchant ship was turned into a single mast by him, and I handed him a sailboat converted into a merchant ship in good condition! My poor sweetheart! Baron Merissa came to his senses in the joy of the return of the Knight, and he began to nitpick, his bulging eyes glaring again as if they were about to fall out, "I will make that incompetent old fellow compensate me, and that's how the ship that has been driven for decades has been driven for me!" I'm already tempted to poke that old fellow's ass with the Arcana Silver Cross in my breast pocket! Oh, by the way, what about the second mate who was scolded by me? ”

"Your Excellency, he is packing up his things in the sailor's house with his men and preparing to leave." The servant pointed to the large dilapidated sailor's house opposite Merissa's mansion next to the dockyard.

"What a stupid donkey, all I said was angry talk, telling them to come to the dock at once. Prepare to work for me! Baron Merissa commanded his servant, who, with a nod, spread his feet and ran toward the dilapidated sailor's house.

As the Storm Knight merchant ship got closer and closer to the dock, and the deck of the Storm Knight could be seen neatly stacked by the crew and sailors on the deck of the Storm Knight, and the quiet cargo owners outside the dock exploded again, and the loyal Merissa's personal guards began to do their best to suppress the imminent riot of the excited cargo owners gathered at the door of the Merissa dock.