"It's a good weather for fishing.

When he went out in the morning, the old fisherman looked at the sky and thought so.

The Black Eye is the mount of the old fisherman Marne, and at the same time it is a sturdy mountain horse, which may not be as fast as the noble horses raised by the noble lords, but the stamina is definitely not worse than them, and it can also be used to plow the land.

Riding with a dark eye, Marne slung the rod to his shoulder, the line, hook and other tools were tucked away in the coat, two empty deerskin buckets hung from the left and right of the horse's buttocks, and an infantry sword was stuck in the saddle, and on the hook was an old light shield with the emblem of the kingdom of the faint Sbaisho.

In addition to the fact that Marne was once a member of the army of the Kingdom of Swashville, the fisherman is also a high-risk and rare profession in the Swashville Rand Realm, and the river is the habitat of the fish-people, and there are various crocodiles in the water in addition to piranhas, and these things all have a common characteristic - they are all meat-eating.

In the coastal waters near the ocean, there are also the notorious Naga and Sirens, two races so powerful that there are few coastal states in the entire Swashville Rand Realm...... Of course, the kingdom of Sbaiço is an inland kingdom, far from the ocean.

Humming a strange tune all the way, the sun had just climbed to the treetops when Marne came to the still water.

Jumping off the horse with his hat covered, taking off his boots, digging some sand silkworms in the mud, kneading them into a mud ball with the mud, and removing the tools from the black circles. He built a small dock by the water's edge, carried all his tools to the dock, and gnawed the grass around him with black circles without bolting - his last mount, "White Tail", was tied to a stake, and as a result, he had no way to escape, and was poisoned by fish-man hunters.

Sitting on the bench and washing the black mud off his feet, Marne took out the fishing line and tied it to the fishing rod. Tie the hook, float and sinker, and pull a sand silkworm out of the mud, and the sand silkworm desperately burrows into the mud, tearing off its own body, just enough for Marne to wear it on the hook.

Even so, the pierced sand silkworm still twisted and twisted. The life force was so tenacious that Marne needed to pull another one of its bodies, and the knot was attached to the hook.

Throwing the hook far into the water, the old fisherman Man's gaze also fell into the distance, and the next second, his mouth opened wide in surprise.

On the wide surface of the river, a raft made of huge logs peeked out from behind the reeds, and eight huge six-legged crocodiles, which only roosted in the wilderness, pulled the thick iron chains straight and swam forward in the water.

A strong, black-haired young man stood on top of a raft. Behind him was a long line of the same rafts of logs, and he didn't know how far it went.

Seeing Marne, the black-haired young man was also stunned, but immediately reacted, threw the anchor into the water, raised his head to the sky and let out a long horn, and the eight giant crocodiles stopped swimming and turned back to climb onto the raft. The same tune comes and goes. A long line of wooden platoons passed into the distance.

The behemoth dragon drove forward for another two kilometers before slowly stopping.

Soon. Another black-haired man stepped on a log and headed for Marne on the small dock on the shore, and when he got closer, he saw that the log in the clear water was more than ten meters long, but a giant crocodile with the color and texture of tree bark. The giant crocodile was nearly a third longer than the boat-pullers, and swam quietly in the water.

It was the first time for the old fisherman to see such a huge monster, and his hand involuntarily touched the infantry sword next to him. There is no such huge thing in and around the kingdom of Sbaisho. There are two fish-man tribes in the upper and lower reaches of the Jingshui River, and the three-meter-long crocodiles are all big guys, and they are also included in the hunting list by the fish-man tribe. Marne had the confidence to deal with two or three or a small group of fish-man trappers at the same time, but not to deal with a hegemon of this level.

It's just that he doesn't know what Lu Dao is for, and Ma En didn't feel the unique cold killing intent from the giant crocodile.

"Hello. Sir, can I go ashore? ”

The man standing on the back of the crocodile bent down aristocratic and said politely.

The reason why I say this is because Ma did not know the specific aristocratic etiquette, but he felt that the action of the visitor was full of elegance.

"Ah, of course," he replied subconsciously, and then reacted, hesitated, and still stuck the sword at his waist and pressed the hilt. It was he who imitated the movements of the old generals in the army before, and came into contact with the smooth wooden hilt of the sword that had been sharpened by his fingers for many years, and Marne's heart gradually calmed.

The man took a step forward and stepped onto the dock from the crocodile's back.

"My name is Shanying, and I am the master's foreign affairs steward, and we need to borrow the 10 kilometers of river and the corresponding coastal area along the coast here to station and deal with the special products we brought out from the wild river......"

The man was wearing a simple leather armor, looking inconspicuous, but the workmanship was very sophisticated, Ma also knew that this was not ordinary equipment, he could feel a faint magic fluctuation, and it was a very high-end color, except for the need to get close to feel the magic fluctuation, this set of leather armor has no fancy decorations and patterns, simple and atmospheric, very similar to the feeling given to him by those prestigious nobles, and his eyes couldn't help shrinking.

"In order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, we want to report to the local officials or lords, and we also need to contact the merchants here, can Mr. help us with this, of course, we will not let you do it in vain, we will pay you accordingly"

These words made Ma En stunned, and the natural meaning of the words made him feel like he had met a high-ranking officer in the army, or the kind of special honor, but it did not disgust him. He didn't know what to do, but as soon as Shanying opened his mouth, he fell into the disadvantageous situation of being guided.

This is a necessary business skill for all negotiation elites, for example, when you go to an early stall to eat, the proprietress asks you if you want fritters or soy milk, most people will subconsciously follow her words and make a choice between fritters and soy milk, but in fact, the original plan is a combination of steamed bread and side dishes, the boss lady asks this question for many reasons, she may not have steamed buns and side dishes here, in order to avoid the loss of guests, so use the fritters and soy milk she has to retain guests. And if there are tea eggs, the smart proprietress will not ask "how many tea eggs"? Rather, "do you want three or five tea eggs"? On the way to work or school, you will think, why do I want five tea eggs, in fact, two is enough......

In the same sales pitch, some people's performance is on fire, while others are dismal. It may just be a technique for questioning.

As an elite intelligence officer, Shanying has naturally been specially trained in this skill, whether it is clichés or torture, it is a very useful skill, and on this basis, supplemented by some hints of psychology. The outcome of the conversation with Marne naturally went in the direction he expected.

"Actually, I'm the lord of the local......"

The old fisherman Marne said: "Although I am only the lowest-ranking frontier knight in the kingdom, the surrounding 50 kilometers of land is indeed my land."

"Ah, please forgive me for my faux pas, I didn't expect you to be a respectable lord," the mountain eagle had one hand in front and the other in the back, and his waist was straight, and he saluted to Marn. "Do I have the honor to know your name?"

"Ah, my fault, Marn, it's Marn. You're so polite, I'm generally more used to being called Old Marne or Fisherman's Marne."

"So, Mr. Marne, as I have just said, can my master's minions rest, camp and trade in your territory?"

"No problem"

※I ※ is ※ evil ※ evil ※ ※ divides ※ cut ※ thread※

The Knights of the Tops are the lowest aristocratic reserve in the Kingdom of Sbaisuo, and they are also the most basic armed force that makes up the entire kingdom.

Divided into three classes, the first class of Frontier Knights, the territorial standard is a farmstead. and land within a radius of 50 kilometres around it; A second-class Frontier Knight, the territorial standard is two farmsteads. The territorial area is still 50 km; The Knight of the 3rd Rank Frontier is a trio of farmsteads, and if a town develops, there is a good chance of being promoted to a baron, becoming a true nobleman with privileges.

When Marne retired from the Kingdom Army, his military exploits accumulated to the rank of Knight Chief. He is also the strength of a great knight, so he has the ability to apply for the qualification of a knight of the frontier, gather villagers, and open up his own land on the border of the kingdom.

This is also the reason why the Guardian chose to contact him, the strength is average. The last noble, easy to control.

Before the Eagle and Marne could talk, the Guardian's agents had actually gone deep into the interior of the Kingdom of Sbaisho.

For the basic information of this worldly realm, at least from the kingdom of Sbaisuo, there is also a basic understanding.

This is a kingdom with little heritage, that is to say, it has been established for a short time, and it is in a state of chaos with the other two kingdoms all the year round, basically blocking the channels of communication and trade with other kingdoms on the mainland, and some business proprietors think that it is not worth investing.

However, on a blank piece of paper, it is easier to write and play.

For this reason, the Guardians have decided to launch a pilot here to fully engage with the natives.

※I ※ is ※ evil ※ evil ※ ※ divides ※ cut ※ thread※

Stayed on the water for another night.

The next day, the gorgeous negotiation team composed of Lu Fei, Song Yuer, Qiao Yun, Li Qingyan and other business bosses began to contact Lao Ma - poor Lao Ma En's level of knowledge was a little reluctant even to read and write, and in the face of a group of beauties who kept spitting out "unknown history" business words, he signed the final agreement without any objection (ability to resist).

The rest of the team also began to unload to the shore, mainly the logs that served as rafts.

After the Ice Queen Ruolin froze the ground and water along the shore, two or four people easily lifted hundreds of tons of logs in bundles to the shore, and their feet did not even get muddy or water.

In the Swashville Rand world, spellcasters seem to be a relatively rare profession, and the shock of Old Marne, needless to say, this reaction has long been expected by all reincarnations, and they are already almost immune.

In contrast, the strange powers they display are less dazzling.

Thick piles do not use hammers, and are directly rammed like the ground by manpower. Ropes were cut, tenons and chains were removed, and in a matter of days, the rafts, which stretched for more than a dozen kilometers on the river, were piled up into a large mountainous area of logs on the land not far from the shore.

This kind of efficient fear of people.

But thinking about the strength of these minions, Old Marne was relieved, and he didn't even subconsciously think about the upstream and downstream, especially the fish-man tribe upstream.

The heart is also put back in the stomach, if they have bad intentions, this kind of strength, there is no need to sign any word games with him. (To be continued.) )