Originally the heart of Antonio Harbour, the port area was the lifeblood of the city, and it was impossible to allow the poor to roam around, let alone set up tents and simple shacks.

But with the support of the holy warriors, no official or nobleman wanted to come here to touch the bad luck, and in less than a month, four officers had already been arrested and convicted by the holy warriors.

The soldiers below were even more miserable, and every time they saw the holy knights haunting, they went around from a distance, and the governance of the port area was basically free-range.

The continuous gathering of poor people has obviously affected the normal order of the port area, and the traffic jams and garbage accumulation have made the workers working in the port area miserable.

Fishermen who secretly drove small fishing boats to fish nearby often collided with merchant ships, and because of the holy warriors, the maritime merchants who occasionally turned into pirates in the open sea generally settled down and paid some money to the fishermen.

This practice soon arose among the poor, and porcelain trading became a professional business, and in a matter of weeks, it became tightly organized.

Marx has been watching from the sidelines, on the one hand, he saw the poor people struggling to survive, and on the other hand, he also saw the inferior nature of these people.

They need education, they need guidance, only labor is the ultimate solution to all poverty, the reason why there is so much chaos, in the final analysis, is because some people always want to get more for nothing, or get more for less.

The nobles of the city were constantly complaining that the long presence of the paladins made them have to prepare a feast every day to prevent the fragile minds of the paladins from being irritated by extravagance.

Not to mention that young aristocrats can no longer look for flowers and willows, and last week, the son of a baron was arrested by a passing paladin for molesting the daughter of a bakery owner and sentenced to five years.

It's useless for anyone to intercede, people are still throwing stones on the paladin's own land outside the city, and the old baron almost hanged himself because of this.

Antoine is now living an ascetic life every day, the share of business in the port area is declining day by day, the huge transaction volume that was originally generated by working with pirates has disappeared with the deterioration of the relationship between Antoine and the pirate Mama, and the paladin has only one-third of the transaction volume of the previous quarter.

The share of the council of nobles cannot be reduced, and the subordinate nobles below complain every day that their business has been affected, but they don't know that the biggest sufferer is Antoine, the fat man himself.

He'd started to miss the demon hunter now.

The cooperation between smart people and smart people is always pleasant, because both parties will have a tacit understanding to leave enough benefits for each other.

But the Holy Warrior Legion is different, they don't talk about profit, they only talk about faith, and worldly wealth means nothing to them.

Antoine rubbed his temples and felt that his weight had dropped to a new level, and his hairline had retreated to a danger line in stride.

"Smack!" A live fish was thrown into the study, and Antoine rolled under his desk in a frightening way.

He has been practicing this movement for a long time, and it has already begun to bear fruit.

"Who?" Antoine's small eyes peeked out from behind his desk, and he carefully scanned the study, only to see a corner of his daughter's skirt peeking out of the door.

"Juliet!" Antoine wiped the sweat from his head: "I see you!" Come out! I know you want to get out, but it's useless to scare Dad! I don't agree with you being with that poor man! Unless he can come up with a million, no, five hundred thousand, forget it, a hundred thousand gold coins! ”

"Dad, look at that fish, Marx said you'd better understand, it's the main source of food for the common people in the city at the moment." Juliet refused to show her face, and hid outside the door and said to Antoine: "Marx also said that you had better talk about this with the people of the church." ”

Antoine looked at the fish on the ground with some confusion, not knowing what was in it, and soon his eyes widened.

The fish, which had been struggling on the floor for a long time, seemed to have finally lost its strength and succumbed to the air, but as some tiny tentacles in the gill part of the fish stretched out and continued to secrete mucus, the fish seemed to regain its vitality.

As a coastal city, the aristocracy rarely ate seafood, they felt that it was the food of the fishermen and not suitable for the nobles' table.

The holy warriors and priests of the church were of the transcendent class, and they rarely ate seafood.

Antoine couldn't even remember the last time he had seen a live fish, but he was sure that the little tentacles weren't what the fish were supposed to look like.

These little tentacles reminded him of some not-so-good memories, the last bloodline of the Anthony family, the appearance of the little Count Anthony after defecting to Chaos, has always been a nightmare in Antoine's heart.

"This .....," Antoine said, pointing to the fish on the ground, shuddering, "can't it be what I thought, right?" ”

"Marx said that you can't solve this problem, it's better to hand it over directly to Lord Richard, and if you can't see Lord Richard, let the Paladin Expeditionary Force deal with it." Juliet looked at Antoine with half of her face exposed, and said with some concern: "Dad, Marx said that there are ordinary people in Antony's Grand Port City who are using this fish as food. ”

"I see." Antoine's face turned pale, but he calmed down: "This matter is not something you should get involved in, forget about it." ”

After a pause, Antoine spoke again: "I repeat, don't associate with that poor man in the future, unless he has 100,000 gold coins!"

Looking at the fish on the ground, the fat man added: "Or if he is a transcendent, I can also consider the relationship between the two of you." ”

The fat man called the guards, wrapped the fish tightly in cotton cloth, and prepared a carriage all the way to the castle of the original retribution regiment outside the city.

Priest Richard had closed the Temple of the God of War and had not seen anyone for weeks, and Antoine knew that he didn't have that much face, so he went straight to Dale Seaworth, the commander of the Paladin Legion.

However, he was destined to be disappointed, because Dale Seaworth had already taken most of his fleet and pursued the retribution warband along the sea route.

What he didn't know was that at this time, the pirate queen Mama was less than half a day's away from the port where the retribution warband docked.

"Are you sure what they're holding is worth that much money?" Mama sat on her Iron Throne, and since capturing the black ship, she had made the Crimson Shroud her new flagship.

The big black ship and the black Iron Throne are more compatible, which makes Mama very satisfied.

"I'm sure ......," replied weakly the man who was hanging from the wooden shelf