Favorite part of the tax collection - and Rhodes understands this.

In this icy and snowy world, directing ships to enter the port, and they can only shout at the top of their voices, is indeed more difficult.

Even for the barbarians of Freljord, this porter's job is a high-intensity job.

Then, when Rhodes asked for the price, he immediately put away his understanding.

"Three thousand gold hex?! You're robbing! ”

When he learned that the currency used by Rhodes was Hexcoin, the barbarian strong man directly quoted a fixed price, three thousand gold Hex.

In all fairness, it's a shameless price — shameless to the point that Rhodes would be embarrassed to do so.

You know, when the boat was loaded with Ionian specialties and anchored on Fuguang Island, Rhodes proposed a tax of only 300 gold hexes - just like that, the unlucky boy chose to evade taxes.

Well, now this brute has three thousand gold hex in one mouth.

Rhodes was tempted to hit the fireball right up - and the brute's next words saved his life.

"Three thousand gold hex—or pass the test of Locke's Law."

Talking and panting is a bad habit.

"The test of Lockefar? What's that? ”

"A tradition." The harbour warden rubbed his hands, "Or rather, a challenge – as long as you can prove that you can survive in Freljord and not waste food, you can be exempt from paying the management fee." ”

As he spoke, the brute took Rhodes to the nearest Administrator's hut and explained to him in detail what the Lockefa test was.

In Freljord, waste is absolutely unforgivable because of the scarcity of supplies and the harsh conditions – a tradition in Freljord.

The outsiders are mixed, and many outsiders have higher hearts than the sky, thinking that they are very powerful, but in fact, after eating and drinking, they fed the snow wolf within two steps of leaving the port......

Because of the location, the number of ships willing to come to Lockfa was small, which also made the food here precious, and a good meal was fed to the snow wolf in the blink of an eye, which in the eyes of the Freljord people was an outright waste.

The people of Freljord are not spared, but they especially hate this kind of idiocy of wasting food - although they would love to close the port altogether and not allow outsiders to enter, they do need supplies from the outside world, and outsiders have a lot of expectations for Freljord's produce.

Over time, Lockefa has an interesting rule - any newcomer, either you spend a lot of money to prove that you are a local tyrant and can bring more profits; Either that, or prove that what you're eating here isn't a waste of food.

It sounds a bit awkward about the rules, but in fact it is a last resort choice for Freljord under the condition of lack of materials, compared with the people of Picheng, the Freljord people do not have much economic policy to ensure that their trade is normal, so they simply follow the "rules of Locke's Law", as long as you prove that you are useful, then you can enter Lockejord's Law, otherwise you will get out!

The barbarians do not make detailed terms, and this policy of "giving money or testing" has been accused of breaking tradition.

"It's kind of interesting." Rhodes nodded, "So, what are your tests?" ”

"It's simple." The caretaker pointed to a kite floating in the air outside the small window, "That's our guide, as long as you go to the mountain behind to change the oil bladder, you'll be done." ”

As he spoke, the caretaker removed a shriveled oil bladder the size of a bathtub from the wall.

"Of course, you have to figure out how to find the oil in it, fish oil, whale oil, animal oil or human oil, there is no limit to the type, but you have to fill the oil bladder, and then I will take you to replace the oil bladder for the kite."

As he spoke, the Administrator took another oil sac filled with grease and showed Rhodes how to open the special oil bladder - it looked like it was some kind of animal's stomach pouch, which had been specially processed.

The whole oil bladder can be opened from the middle, and then the solid grease is put in, and after closing it again, the oil bladder not only closes tightly, the liquid grease will not seep out, and even it will automatically compress, and the grease will slowly "spit out" from the outlet of the oil bladder, and the Freljord people will hang this oil bladder under the kite as a temporary lighthouse.

(The kite + ignition oil bladder is similar to the principle of a hot air balloon in a sense.) ）

Rhodes nodded—that is, the test was for the level of fishing, hunting, or killing of outsiders?

Rod touched his chin thoughtfully.

"If you won't get oil from your prey, I can help." The Administrator apparently misunderstood what Rod meant, and he thought it was a sign of Rode's embarrassment, "But you have to share my share of what you get." ”

"Oh, that's nothing." Rod waved his hand, "What about the time limit?" ”

"There is no time limit." The administrator shook his head, "But you won't get any more supplies from Freljord until you've completed the test. ”

The implication is that procrastination will only lead to death.

Rod nodded, took the oil bladder and turned to leave the cabin.

In the hut, the barbarian who managed the port was a little surprised.

This oil bladder is very heavy—although this weight is nothing for a barbarian warrior, I didn't expect this guy from the south to be able to pick it up, and it is very easy?

It's getting late.

At this time, the port of Glaser was rarely visited, and the caretaker was feeling hungry and wanted something to eat, when the door was suddenly pushed open.

It was Rhodes - he came back with the oil bladder.

"Gave up?" The administrator exhaled a little surprised, "Or are you going to pay the money obediently?" ”

"Nope." Rod handed the heavy oil bladder back to his hand, "The oil bladder is full, now you can take me to change the kite oil bladder, we can still make it to dinner." ”

Picking up the heavy, apparently liquid-filled oil bladder, the barbarian who managed the port was dumbfounded.

Hurriedly opened the outlet of the oil bag, and when the big man looked down, he saw that the oil bag was full of yellow and clear liquid, and the smell of vegetable oil was even more overwhelming - this was the unique smell of Kun hemp seed oil of Freljord.

An outsider had brought a lot of kun hemp seed oil beforehand - it was impossible.

"That's right." Looking at the stunned caretaker, Rhodes smiled perfectly, "This is the only tavern in your town that has inventory. ”

With that, Rod pushed open the door to the hut.

A flash of fire reflected his face.

"Calmly, I just set fire to a hillside in front of them, and then the tavern owner gave me the oil." Rod looked innocent, "Speaking of which, that old man looks like you...... It's kind of like that. ”

“…… He was my father. ”

In response to Rod, there was a slash from the Administrator.