Ham Town is not a small town, and many traders will pass by here on weekdays to do some business with the fishermen in the town and see if there are any windfalls.

Guarding the sheltered bay, the fishing industry is still relatively developed, and almost everyone in the locals knows how to fish in the water, and no seafood can be transported from the place of origin unless it relies on magic.

What really attracted merchants was the pearls.

Fishermen in Ham sometimes pick up pearl shells on the beach, and a few years ago a 10 mm golden pearl appeared here, bringing 4,000 gold coins to Hamtown!

Of course, the income of Hamtown is equal to the income of Sir Ham.

As the name suggests from the name of Hamtown, the town is Sir Ham's domain.

Sir Ham was once one of the pioneer knights canonized by the lord of Goldreham City, but the knight of Ham had the means to change from a knight of Ham to Sir Ham in less than fifteen years.

In Hamtown, he is generally called Lord Ham, who is nearly fifty years old and usually lives in his mansion in Godram, and only visits the town once a quarter.

As Sir Ham's main source of income, he correspondingly left a private army of fifty men in the town, which was basically his entire armed force.

The main job of these private soldiers is to maintain law and order in the town, and to ensure the legitimate rights and interests of Lord Ham to prevent anyone from stealing his pearls.

Any pearl you pick up on the beach, it belongs to Sir Ham!

Of course, Sir Ham the Generous will reward civilians who pick up pearls, five large silver coins!

Over the years, it is not that no one has used their brains, but those who are found will be thrown into the sea by the soldiers with a stone tied to their ankles and drowned.

Even the merchants who do business with him will also be punished, the larger chambers of commerce will pay a lot of fines, the smaller ones will be even worse, and the soldiers will not mind making a cameo appearance as a robber.

Other than that, Sir Ham didn't interfere much with the town.

This gives the opportunity for underground forces to grow and grow, such as the Horn Gang.

A small gang of cowboys herding cattle, led by an injured and almost incapacitated old mercenary, who is also one of the eyeliners who help those private soldiers stare at pearls on weekdays.

Recently, the Horns have had a hard time, and a group of outsiders who don't know where they came from attacked the bar they usually go to, and beat this group of 'cowboys' with wooden sticks.

Anderson walked from one end of the room to the other, looking at his wounded men, his face gloomy and uncertain.

As the boss of the Horns, Anderson was also a man who had seen the world when he was young, and if he hadn't broken his hamstring, he wouldn't have had the opportunity to become a professional.

"Head, those people had never seen before, they were dark-skinned and didn't look like locals." A man with a bandage on his head said to Anderson: "There were a lot of them, and the brothers who were there at the time were outnumbered and didn't even have a chance to fight back. ”

Anderson has seen those who attacked him in the past few days, and the fighting power of those outsiders is good, although most of them seem to be rookies, but they are not inferior to the good boys under their command in terms of strength.

On top of that, there was no movement in the guard office in the center of the town, which made Anderson a little uncertain.

Every month, half of the profits of the Horn Gang will be handed over to the soldiers who have nothing to do every day, in order to buy peace.

This money includes not only their extortion, lending and protection money, but also the regular income from their ranches, and the nobles, who are accustomed to eating sea fish, have always been very fond of these red meats, so the prices are also good.

But now that the Guards had made it clear that this had not happened, Anderson feared that the outsiders had colluded with the Guards.

Most of his subordinates were injured, the light nose and face were swollen, and the heavy injuries were moving, but no one was killed, and it seemed that the other party also had some scruples, but this could not change the situation that Anderson now had no one available.

"Kshatriya!" Anderson muttered the name of the tongue-twister: "What the hell are you all about?" ”

Suddenly, a subordinate who had been sent out to inquire about the news ran in in a hurry, and shouted happily without even waiting for breath: "Boss Anderson! Good news, good news! ”

Anderson hurriedly asked, "What's going on?" ”

"Those outsiders have been taught a lesson in the port!" The young man couldn't wait to share what he saw: "When two fishing boats returned to the port, they met those outsiders, and the people on both sides didn't know what to say, and they started fighting in a few words. ”

"No, it's not a fight, those outsiders are being beaten by a bald head in strange armor!" The young man organized the language: "What I saw, five people would not have survived, and several had broken arms and legs, it was terrible!" ”

Now the room is lively, although there are murders in Ham Town on weekdays, but it is the first time that so many people have died in broad daylight.

Unlike Antonio Harbour, the city was founded much shorter than Antonio Harbour, and the first lord is still alive and keeping his territory in order.

Moreover, there is no dangerous area like the Black Forest, where green skins and monsters gather, so the living environment is much better, and the only threat is that the sea ships will occasionally encounter the pirates of the Yutunheim in the open sea.

However, that was all a problem for the captains, and had little to do with the local population, and the Judtonheim would never venture to land and plunder the small towns on the shore.

Their boats have a deeper waterline, which is less suitable for docking on the shore and is prone to running aground.

"Let's go see what's going on." Anderson asked the reckless subordinate to lead the way, and walked with two men who were still fighting in the direction of the harbor.

In his heart, Anderson was a little excited, listening to the narration of that subordinate, this group of outsiders must have annoyed a transcendent person of no lower rank.

And not being able to become an extraordinary person is the biggest regret of Anderson's life.

By the time Anderson arrived at the port, the men who had been known to be particularly good had already left, but the bodies and wounded he had left behind were still there.

Far from five corpses, Anderson glanced around the harbor and saw no less than a dozen corpses, most of them with their necks twisted and their tongues sticking out, and a few with their throats cut with a scimitar.

Anderson's hands were trembling slightly, how many years had he not seen such an unscrupulous figure?