Maritime trade is lucrative, but it is not something that ordinary small chambers of commerce can play.

Now 1,500 years have passed since the continental era, and the "golden route" opened up by mankind is only from the imperial capital to the free port, and from the free port to the southern thousand island countries.

When I was a child at Sissel College, I looked at the map of the mainland and wondered about the trade from the Thousand Islands to the Freeport transfer station to the imperial capital.

Obviously, the traders of the Thousand Islands can go directly north, come to the three southern counties of the Orlanto Kingdom, and can go to any country on the mainland.

But reality gave Extraordinary a resounding slap in the face.

From the mouth of the three southern counties to the sea, whether it is by boat or by airship from the sky to the south, you will finally turn to St. Territe.

This is the continent's famous space trap theory.

There are also a few adventurers who have passed through the "space trap" to reach the other side, but when they return according to the navigation chart, they find that they have entered the trap again.

Take it again from the starting point and the result will be the same.

Some elderly scholars in the imperial capital said that the entire Brave Continent is a crystal ball of the gods, and all living beings are the "fun" of the gods in captivity in the crystal ball!

It took several eras for the human race to become the master of the continent, and it took hundreds of years for the human race to push its power to the sea.

There is a great terror in the depths of the sea, according to the Sea Clan who occasionally come to St. Trite.

Powerful sea beasts, all over the ocean of "space traps", are really terrifying to say.

However, since there is the first golden passage, there will be a second, a third!

The citizens of Saint-Trite are convinced of this.

Thousands of sails are lined up, and hundreds of boats are competing for the current!

This is the true perception of the Freeport's access to the sea.

In the bay where the sea boats are moored, the extraordinary party sits in a tavern by the pier and watches the ferries drag the big ships out of the bay.

"My lord, for tomorrow's sacrifice, Grand Duke Vasari invites you to attend the ceremony!"

Looking at the invitation on a black background and gold rimmed on an oak table, the huge golden anchor comes alive in the fluttering iron cables.

"Okay! Nothing to do anyway! By the way, has Lisa been busy with the celebration lately?"

"Yes, the date to visit the Magic Sealer Aaron Boris is set for the last day of the month!"

After that, Gu Lie explained some precautions for the celebration day, but he looked at the scene on the dock that should not have appeared in Freeport.

A middle-aged man in a tax officer's robe, with two city guards, was whipping a young man with a black and red face.

"The free country that everyone yearns for, the free port of Santerrite, will inevitably be mixed with blood in the dark!"

Extraordinary sighed, and there was no blood boiling, and the road was uneven.

Seeing that Extraordinary turned his attention to the window and said a word that he didn't lean on, the three of them ended their conversation and looked out the window together.

In a few seconds, the fat man spoke: "Obviously, that fisherman is an outsider, that is, a free man here! ”

In the Grand Ducal Mansion of Vasari, the tax for citizens is 1 out of 20 and the tax for free people is 3 out of 10.

In the Free Port, there was only one type of person who was not taxed, and that was the slave.

"The free people are also divided into classes, and ordinary people who can only rely on physical strength to obtain income can have food and clothing at most! Even so, they are much better than the homeless people in the interior!"

Listening to Francis's words, Extraordinary could not see hatred and humiliation in the eyes of the fisherman who was beaten outside the window, and even a little ashamed.

A fine sharkskin whip with a ruby at the end of the grip.

The scolding tax collector took the city guard away, and the fisherman, with a few more blood marks on his face, hunched his waist and muttered words of gratitude to the back of the departing tax officer.

"None of Yorkshire's newspapers have ever published about Freeport's civil conflict, and some of the fishermen who have been oppressed and exploited have been sent to the open gladiatorial arena to feed the monsters!"

That's the genius of Francis, who can get to know a side of the city in a few days just by coming to one place.

So now Dosta is still visiting this great city, and he sincerely sighs that the big city in the territory of the beast clan, although it may be surpassed in scale, but in terms of prosperity, it is not a little and a half stars.

"Hey, what's the guy who went up and hugged the young fisherman?" Anna asked the fat man puzzled when she saw the three people walking towards the fisherman outside.

"The elder who comforts the youth with his clenched hands on his chest, the mentors of the Mutual Aid Society! Mentoring the Society on how not to lose its purpose in the midst of hardship! Look at it, an organization that leads people to good! All over the Free Port!"

Seeing the gray-haired elder hugging the fisherman, taking the wound medicine handed by the waiter on the side, and carefully helping the fisherman apply it, Anal also felt that the "Mutual Aid Association" was a very humane organization.

"Hey, hey!" the fat man laughed.

Reaching out and kicking on Francis's bench, his gaze met with extraordinary dissatisfaction.

"Miss Annar, you may not know that the Mutual Aid Society is the Brotherhood, haha! ”

Listening to the name of the union composed of the longest word in their cognition, Extraordinary and Anna were a little dumbfounded.

"Blatantly walking down the street with a badge, will the Grand Duke's Mansion allow it?"

"The Brotherhood is a wanted organization in other countries, but it is a legal organization in Freeport!

"The president of the Mutual Aid Association, Saint Dictor Facario is a ninth-order sword saint, of course, although the foundation of the Saint-Trite city-state is more sufficient, who would easily provoke a force with saint-level combat power?"

What Gulie said was much more connotative than what Francis said.

Beautiful scenery requires an eye for discovery!

Similarly, on the way back, with some kind of purposeful gaze, they inadvertently found many members of the mutual aid association wearing palm holding badges.

The few people wandering on the street did not know that there was a heated argument about the extraordinary in the Grand Duke's Mansion.

Archduke Valissa, who was sitting in a beautiful chair, did not say a word, and looked coldly at the ministers of the free city-states who were sitting on either side of the high platform.

The Secretary of State for War and the Secretary of State for the Exchequer were divided into two factions, and the steam engine at the heart of the locomotive was rigid.

The side of the main battle demanded that Cordo be seized on the spot, and the core technology of the steam locomotive's core steam engine to increase power was in his hands.

The Chancellor's side resisted under the pretext of investing too much money in producing something flashy.

In the middle of the conference hall was a six-wheeled carriage, but a wildebeest without traction.

Only at the rear of the carriage was a steam engine dismantled from the locomotive.

The scholars and alchemists of Freeport have also dismantled no less than ten steam engines, and after opening the internal structure, after the manufacture of the steam engine according to the map, it is always not as powerful as the original.

Helpless scholars, the master alchemists set their sights on Yorkshire in the distance.

After that, there was a trade group represented by Lisa, and the result was a feather return.

Later, the plan to kidnap Extraordinary and Kling was put on the agenda, but it also failed with the mysterious disappearance of Extraordinary.

Now, the main target is self-contained, and the scholars and alchemists of the free city-states can't sit still.

However, in two years, the free city-state invested a lot of manpower and material resources, which made the faction represented by the finance minister very dissatisfied.

Lisa, a diplomat in the city-state of Saint-Trite, was part of the Chancellor's faction.