The harbor is not a ship.

Although it resembles a stranded ship, there is still living water flowing beneath this majestic building.

It is the lair of the rich, used to dig up secret treasures.

It is very close to the interior and is surrounded by natural cliffs, like an exhibit inside a crystal ball, engraved with ancient ornaments for eternity.

The person who designed it is written in ancient books.

Although there is no specific burial mound, this palace, which has survived dozens of dead tides and has not been swallowed by the sea, has become the most famous holy place in the bay.

Aromatherapy lamps with added secrets, elegant and enchanting crystals, envelop the environment.

The auction is not fixed, and the time is determined according to the flood season and the moon cycle.

But in the first few days after the Kuroshio, everyone will be more positive, after all, familiar friends have disappeared, and the powerful are eager to make new relationships.

Outside, there was an open-air banquet with a gold-rimmed lace tablecloth with white teeth and dark flowers.

The pool glows with blue light, and the famous objects studded with gems are displayed under the perfect light, and the well-dressed ladies socialize among the wines and tastings.

The birdcage is lined with gilded crossbars, on which navy-blue wild trees stand and feathers are groomed with falcons from time to time.

"It's beautiful, and a three-digit golden crow is a great deal."

The fan was stretched out, and the woman whispered a few words in the ear of the gentleman in formal clothes, and the two turned their heads to talk a few times.

Before leaving, the master didn't talk nonsense, and even if he bought it, as for how to send it back to the kingdom in the future, it was something that people should worry about.

The tight-skinned middle-aged merchant took the waiter's chips, thanked the old ladies a few times, turned around and left, and began to sell a lion again.

There was an open space in the middle of the feast, and a bonfire was lit in the fence.

Strange dealers with treasures like to peddle rare items that are in demand.

The things they sell are of high purity, rarely seen in the market, and all at prices that are difficult to pay.

Vaguely divided into several areas, the closer you get to the harbor building, the more separators there are on the price tag.

Lu Yin, who is in charge of greeting guests, is a tall and thin strange man, he is like a mourning flag, no matter who he meets, he will not gnaw, and he will not be quiet when he walks.

He, wearing a hollowed-out crab shell mask, rings a golden bell with a copper stick.

The guests who lingered in the aisle stepped up, emptied the entire blanket and stood by waiting for someone to show up.

Lu Yin appeared from the corner, and the guests began to talk about the deformed body, guessing what kind of terrifying face should lie beneath the dark mask.

"Shhhh Take a look. ”

The guests were sharp-eyed, and the attentive girl began to remind the male companion that Lu Yin had a black rose pinned to his chest, which meant that the visitor's status was extraordinary.

The vendors stopped hawking, and the eyes of the crowd began to gather.

Leslie raised his forehead, his heart-wrenching eyes swept under the brim of the captain's hat, and countless men on the grass swallowed at the same time.

She followed the way, and her beautiful women's boots took graceful steps and stepped on the white cloth.

Leslie knew very well that the blanket under her feet was actually made of the same material as her own sail.

"Those idiots in the harbor building, take such a good thing and use it to polish the heels of the rich people's shoes."

"At the Vicky Shipyard, a batch of good things have been sold recently, and they were probably picked up by the people in the harbor building."

Mate Ade followed behind, not so much to protect the captain's safety as to increase Leslie's style, a fierce face that suited her majesty.

The Vicky Shipyard, the birthplace of legends, embodies the power of design and uses countless wisdom to conquer the sea.

It is similar to the Windcry Cliff that deals in tobacco, and it has a monopoly business, and its position is not affected by the dead tide.

As for the port building, it is a strange goods transfer station scattered all over the place, whose management rights are there?

Nobody knows.

It is an ancient monster that crouches along the coastline, tentacles that spread throughout every area of Najrfa.

All the cities that are blown by the sea breeze, the largest auction venues, basically have a common supply of goods, and a similar management structure.

Although it recruits casual workers and pays them ridiculously high salaries, the curious ghosts who try to get to know the whole picture of it have fallen in a pool of blood.

It's like a strange merchant who can walk on the land of Kundia with dignity, but everyone regards it as a legend that cannot be investigated.

Every new captain will receive a generous gift.

The moon waxes and wanes, the tides ebb and flow, and before each auction is held, it presents the date on the table in a letterhead sealed with fire paint.

The Mocking Skull Bay had just stabilized, and Leslie was the least senior of the three captains.

She will not miss any opportunity to go to sea to hunt beasts, and only by using strong strength to support the prosperity of the slaughterhouse can the stability of her own jurisdiction be guaranteed.

But the captain is not on shore, and there will be a lot of trouble.

She really wanted to change that, so she came up with the idea of a product and tried to go other ways.

"Ah, it's going to be busy."

"No, you've never had an easy time."

She wants to take advantage of the day she goes ashore to attend the auction in the harbor building, as well as all the big dinners recently, to lay the foundation of her connections before the dandelions are delivered.

At the gate of the passage of the magnates is a gilded bow statue.

She and the ship's mate stepped in one after the other, up the dark carpet, up the steps of the dragon sandstone, and went straight to the most noble room.

When Leslie's figure disappeared, there was a riot on the lawn.

All the reserved and coveted guests flocked to all directions like crazy, finding all the resources they could use, in a vain attempt to buy an infield ticket.

Talk to the captain in the same private room, and no matter what deal you end up concluding, it's all based on the number of merchant ships!

"Dear Captain, please sit down."

The courteous Kuo from the south, the magnate of the kingdom across the coastline, whose wealth was even related to the maintenance of the soldiers' armor.

He looked old, but his flesh was tender and round-bellied, and his very exaggerated jeweled belt divided the meat into two piles.

Leslie sat in the chair with the best view in the front row, while the other guests were not qualified to sit in the same row, so they had to stand in the back and even in the corner.

"Thanks, I'm not in the mood for a drink."

She didn't like to talk to hypocritical people, but she had to learn how to socialize, and without the captain, she was born to be omnipotent, everything was just the result of learning.

Leslie told herself in her heart that if you have resources in your hands, if you want to convert them into wealth, you have to make the most of them.

She felt that she had refused too stiffly, and turned her head to look at the standing table made of rare wood, and the confusion in the fat man's eyes.

"Maybe next time, at the banquet, we can have a few drinks."

"Oh, I'm looking forward to it, I have a wine cellar in the bay, and I'm sure there's something to please you with."

The fat man breathed a sigh of relief, it was good to finally have hope, don't enter the living, it's too difficult for communication and business.

Leslie nodded in response, only whispering.

"Tea."

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