Since the beginning of winter, the snow in Luoyan Town has become thicker and thicker, and from a distance, this seaside town is almost buried by snow and ice, leaving only sparse triangular roofs.

Luoyan Town is located on the edge of the Northern Wilderness Continent, about 2,000 kilometers away from the nearest industrial city "Boiler Fort", which is a sparsely populated and resource-poor place. As a result, the control of the Northern Wilderness Joint Committee was limited to two annual patrols, and no autonomous councils were formed or local garrisons dispatched.

Due to its perennial anarchy, it has gradually become a supply port for deep-sea fishermen and a haven for fugitives from all over the world.

As a heavily wanted criminal in the Northern Wilderness Continent, Iron Slag remains vigilant all the time. After all, his head is too valuable, and the bounty is enough to live a decent life in the big city for more than ten years.

This morning, he had just woken up and unloaded the supplies from the red comet and placed them on the floor of the room to recount.

"Fifty-six compressed biscuits, two high-polymerization batteries, six portable lithium batteries, five flashlights, one fuel lamp, 361 scattered bullets, three Merlin bullets, three fragmentation grenades, and one flashbang ......"

[Captain, Alice suggests bringing more compressed biscuits, according to the available information, from the snowy night ice field to the end of the world, all the way is no man's land, and it is impossible to replenish any supplies]

"Hmm." Iron Slag answered, but he was thinking about how to get some money back. At present, there is less than 3 gold coins left on his body, and the market price of compressed biscuits is 2 silver coins, even if he buys them all, there are only a dozen yuan. When he was in Iron Mountain, he made money by picking up garbage and selling it for money, hunting wanted criminals for bounty, and occasionally going to the sand sea to try his luck. However, at the moment, he is a wanted criminal, and when he arrives in this unfamiliar town, he really can't think of a way to make money.

After breakfast, Tie Slag euphemistically asked the bar owner where there was quick money in Luoyan Town. When the bar owner heard him say this, he suddenly felt bad, thinking that this was another robber and bandit who ate overlord meals and lived in overlord restaurants, and there were three rogues with cold butts living upstairs. Thinking of this, the bar owner said with a sad face, "Big brother, you...... Don't you have three hundred gold coins on board? Do you still lack this money? ”

Iron Slag frowned, opened the money bag and auctioned out 5 silver coins, and settled the meal money and accommodation expenses first. The boss took the money and immediately introduced to him that there might be a chance to make money in the supply market in Luoyan Town.

Following the boss's guidance, Iron Slag went out and walked through the thick snow for more than twenty minutes, finally arriving at the supply market in the center of the town. It's 10 a.m., and the market is full of people, with workers pushing carts from stall to stall and merchants shouting and shouting. Obviously, the harsh winter did not dampen people's enthusiasm for trading.

After strolling around for a while, Iron Slag stopped in front of a stall. The stall was covered with yellowish-blackened tarpaulin, and on top of it were neatly arranged military supplies such as compressed biscuits, aluminum kettles, portable shovels, binoculars, and compasses. The stall owner was a fat middle-aged man curled up in a corner and dozing off. When he saw the iron slag coming, he just glanced up, and then continued to doze off.

"How do you sell compressed biscuits?" Iron Slag asked.

"The market price, two silver coins a piece." The stall owner replied lazily. Iron slag asked what year it was, and the stall owner replied that it was just produced last year, and it was guaranteed to be fresh.

Iron Slag picked up one of the pieces and looked at it, and found that the packaging was quite new, but the new one smelled of fake. So he tore open a corner and sniffed it, and an old smell came to his nose. It's clearly more than five years of compressed biscuits, and it has an indescribably rancid taste. Iron Slag frowned and put the compressed biscuit back.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, the stall owner suddenly stood up and shouted, "This guest, why didn't you open the package and not buy it!" Who else can I sell to! ”

It seems that this stall owner is going to bully the new face, and he is ready to buy and sell by force. Iron slag is not angry, after all, this kind of thing can happen anywhere. I saw him grinning, his eyes condensed with coldness, and slowly walked towards the stall owner.

"What do you want to do!" The stall owner was swept by the seeping gaze and involuntarily retreated.

"Are you sure you want me to buy this expired compressed biscuit?" Iron Slag asked lightly.

People who can get a place here are naturally not stupid. Just at this moment, the stall owner knew that the other party was not someone he could afford to provoke, and immediately smiled and said, "This big brother, misunderstanding, it was a complete misunderstanding, I mean, I have some other goods, do you want to try it?" ”

Iron Slag nodded, and the stall owner immediately went into the small tent behind him, took out a compressed biscuit in dark green packaging and handed it to him.

"Produced in March last year, the products of Wilderness Heavy Industries were customized by the Northern Alliance, which is a high-end product, fully encapsulated in aluminum foil, and it is not a problem to store it for more than ten years."

"What is the Northern Alliance?" Iron Slag asked.

"You're from the south, aren't you?" The stall owner explained that the Northern Alliance is the largest organization on the continent, the full name is the "Northern Pioneer Alliance", and it is the de facto ruling body of Silver City on the 15th, 16th, and 17th, and was formed by the Lombal family more than a hundred years ago.

"The Lombal family is so powerful?"

"Of course, the Lombal family is a behemoth that has been entrenched in the north for hundreds of years, and I heard that their family is all top tycoons."

"Not necessarily......" Iron Slag said to himself, after all, in his impression, Yugo Lombal didn't seem to be anything special except for being pretty.

"You! Eldest brother...... Be quiet...... Why don't you hurry up and leave, you're going to lose your head if you say these things......"

"No, I've heard that the Lombal family is different from other families." Iron Slag said.

"There are kind Silver City nobles in this world, I said...... Do you believe it? The stall owner whispered.

Iron Slag scratched his head, feeling that this was the case, so he didn't continue to talk about the topic, and instead focused on the compressed biscuit in his hand. The compressed biscuit is delicately packaged, with a layer of dark green waterproof oil-repellent paper tightly wrapped around a soap-sized rectangle. It is estimated to weigh 500 grams, and as long as you hold it a little harder, you can feel the texture of the metal, and there must be a tighter layer of packaging inside.

The date of manufacture and the ingredients of the production are printed on the waterproof oil-resistant paper in black ink. This compressed biscuit is made of a variety of grains and sucrose compressed, which is very high in calories, and eating one piece can manage the physical exertion of the whole day, but eating too much will feel particularly unpalatable.

"How many more are there?" Iron Slag asked casually.

"There are more than twenty pieces left, if the guests want them all, they will be cheaper for you, 3 silver coins a piece, how about it?" The stall owner asked expectantly.

Tie Slag thought in his heart, this kind of quality goods, 3 silver coins are not expensive, but he has no money now, and he can't afford it at all, so he asked, "Is there an opportunity to make quick money here?" ”

"This ......" the stall owner suddenly lost interest, and said weakly, "In the winter, there is no opportunity to make money." ”

Iron Slag took out a silver coin and threw it over, and the stall owner immediately became energetic and said, "Some time ago, it is said that the garrison on an island northeast of Luoyan Town left the station, and I heard that the garrison came from the western continent and was mainly responsible for protecting the research ships surveying in the Black Sea. The western continent is relatively wealthy, and it is estimated that they will leave a lot of spare supplies after leaving. If you are confident in your abilities, you can try your luck there. ”

"What else?" Iron slag frowned, he had neither an understanding of the situation nor a ship, the news was useless to him.

"And then there's a lot of stuff like the marina being recruiting porters for a long time, the Horton family wanting to hire a chef, the Lisbon pub being looking for sailors, and so on, I don't think you'll be interested."

"Where's the dock?" Iron Slag asked dryly. The cook and sailor were clearly not suitable for him, and as for the porter, he was confident that his strength was still enough.

As soon as the words fell, the stall owner almost dropped his jaw in shock. He really couldn't imagine what it was like for such a person to run to work as a porter, like a sharp sword used to cook, indescribably weird. Shocked to shocked, he directed the direction of the docks.

More than ten minutes later, the iron slag came to the dock in Luoyan Town.

As far as the eye can see, there are hundreds of fishing boats of various sizes moored on the beach. These fishing boats seem to come from different time and space, from ancient dhows, multi-masts, modern ships, steam-powered ships, oil-fired turbine-powered ships, and even nuclear-powered ships. In short, there are all kinds of things, and there are all kinds of things.

There are a lot of porters on the docks, and they are loading all kinds of supplies onto the dinghy and sending them to the ship.

A well-dressed man stood by and pointed, with a notebook under his arm, which he took out from time to time to register information. Presumably this man was the foreman, Iron Slag walked over and asked, "Are you hiring?" ”

The other party raised his head and glanced at him, and said, "3 silver coins a day, including lunch." ”

This price is not bad, and the porters in Iron Mountain Town are probably also this income. Then Tie Slag pointed to a worker carrying a wooden box and said, "I can move three boxes at a time, can I calculate it as three times the salary?" ”

"Three boxes? You're not kidding......" The foreman looked at the iron slag earnestly. If you can carry three boxes at a time, you must be an evolutionary, but how can an evolutionary come to work as a porter.

Thinking that the foreman didn't believe it, Iron Slag pulled a worker by and unloaded the box on him with one hand. Seeing this, the foreman hurriedly said, "This big brother, you are working here, but you are a little condescending." ”

"Long-winded, just give the money." Iron Slag frowned impatiently. The foreman nodded hurriedly and said yes, he didn't want to offend this strange evolutionary.

In this way, Iron Slag worked as a temporary porter at the docks. At the same time, on the other side of the dock, three rogues walked side by side into the largest shipyard in Luoyan Town, the armed flying geese.

At this time, sparks were flying in the shipyard, and a steel-cast ship was erected in the open space on the shore, and dozens of workers were climbing on it to weld the steel plates of the ship's hull.

Captain Xia Yihan walked into the VIP room of the shipyard with his hands behind his back, cleared his voice, and said loudly to the old accountant at the counter, "Call your boss out!" ”

The old accountant was a little sluggish, first raised his head blankly, then stretched his neck, and pushed the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose. When he saw the person clearly, the old accountant quickly stood up and said with a smile, "It turned out to be Captain Xia, it's been a long time." After speaking, the old accountant walked out of the counter, shook the first mate's hand with both hands, and sighed, "Captain Xia, are you okay, huh?" How did you gain weight? Recently, the little days have been moist. ”

The captain's forehead was bruised, and he exclaimed, "I'm here!" ”

The old accountant was startled by the shouting, hurriedly turned around, shook Wu Congyun's hand, and sighed, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The old man has eyes and does not know Mount Tai...... Hey? How did you get thinner, it seems that this time has been hard, and it is indeed not easy to make a living in the Black Sea......"

"I'm here ......," said the captain weakly.