The wharf of the fishing village port was not originally built on the site where it is today, as can be seen from the wooden piles buried deep in the shore.

Lynn strolled along the docks, big black bullshit following behind.

Looking at the busy craftsmen, Lynn felt very comfortable blowing the sea breeze.

The fishermen in the north are really simple, you see this nail is buried, deep and firm.

Lynn swears that even a bison would not get far from the trap.

Lynn was in a good mood and had other reasons to go to the Three Sisters Island in Biting Bay to look for the captured Rodat, and received a message from Lynn from the raven, and wrote back, informing them that they were on their way back.

The pirates' treasure is abundant, and two large chests are full of gold and silver.

Lynn explained his actions against the merchant ships of the Iron Islands in three days, and he said that he would return at full speed and try to catch up with the encirclement of the Iron People.

After two days at the docks, Lynn felt that everything was in order.

The final work will be completely completed this morning, with the dock on the right completely demolished, and the remaining dock on the left is blocked with two fishing boats.

Federer was an old man with tanned skin.

At this time, he squatted on the ground, took a large and sharp iron nail from the side, and buried it carefully in the small pit he had just dug, and slowly covered the soil.

The soil is covered with a layer of fine sand, and if you don't look closely, you can't detect the sharp nail heads emerging from under the gravel.

Federer didn't have many nails left with him, and this was the last one they needed to bury.

Patrols from the Lord's Mansion walked past him, and they had come to monitor the progress of the work.

For the seemingly vicious patrol, the old man Federer was not nervous at all.

The little lord was standing not far from him with the dog just now.

After seeing his craftsmanship, he also praised a word that he didn't understand.

"This craft is good, it's a good job, and you can enjoy a chicken leg. ”

This must be a good word.

Thinking of the chicken legs, old Federer's eyes dimmed a little.

He lived here not long before the fishing village was founded.

The dead father of the little lord was given the title of the lord of this territory, and he led a group of people to establish it, the fishing village port city, and established a dock here, which led to the current situation.

The current little lord is even more unappointing to the inhabitants here.

The defeat of the pirates in Bite Bay a while ago is the best proof of this.

Old Federer originally planned to apply for a job as a craftsman and earn some money to support his family, but when he saw that the original fishing village port was gradually coming out in batches, and at first glance it was a well-trained soldier, he felt that the lord would soon become more developed.

"After being busy for a while, let my son come and follow the adults to do the work, what can be done as a sailor. ”

Old man Federer thought to himself.

There was a noise nearby.

A voice shouted loudly: "Lord Lord, this kid is stealing and slippery, this nail is not firmly buried, the sand is too thick and there is no mud buried in it, but if you have a pair of leather boots, stepping on it can only be regarded as tickling." ”

Federer Sr. clapped his hands and stood up, looking in the direction of the sound not far away.

A patrol man roared at a sturdy craftsman, and the little lord next to him led his black dog and looked around.

Federer's face suddenly sneered, and he thought.

"Fool, are the patrols so easy to fool? After receiving so much pay, they are not careful about doing some work, you must know that these nails are used to kill the enemies of the fishing village port, and the lord has made it very clear at the craftsman's workshop a few days ago. What a fool to be guilty of now!"

Lynn's face darkened as he looked at the pleading Erring Craftsman, his eyes sweeping over the grit on the ground.

"Take off his shoes. ”

These words pierced the heart of the craftsman in front of him like a sharp blade.

And the next moment, the stolen craftsman's shoes were violently pulled out by the patrol, and it was a nail that pierced the sole of the craftsman's foot, which he had buried himself.

What are the consequences of stepping on such a big iron nail without shoes,

Lynn could think of it with her eyes closed.

The blur of flesh and blood is certain, Lynn shook his head and sighed softly, the period when the thief and trickster need to develop here is unforgivable.

Lynn indifferently walked away with the little black dog.

Behind him came the heart-rending howl of the craftsman, and the soles of his feet would be pierced directly by nails, and blood flowed all over the ground.

However, his feet will not be wasted, and it will inevitably take him a month or two to recuperate.

He brought it all upon himself.

After a morning walk by the docks, Lynn led the people into the city.

Lynn looked up at the neatly lined rows of soldiers of the Cavalry Regiment on the city wall, and smiled with satisfaction.

Now, the Cavalry has taken over all the key positions of the fishing village port, including defense and patrol.

The original squires were still under the authority of Hood, but Lynn divided them into two groups, one for patrolling the inner city and the other for patrolling the territory outside the city.

Such an arrangement not only has a clear division of labor, but also makes Lynn feel more down-to-earth.

In the world of Game of Thrones, it's better to be careful than to regret it.

Continue to walk towards the fishing village port city, climb over a sloping hill, and in front of you is the open gate of the walled city, and the sight suddenly brightens.

On the left and right sides of the gate, two people stood side by side.

Harry Kane, the commander of the archer battalion of the Xiao Cavalry Regiment, who was accompanying the patrol at the head of the team, suddenly spoke, "Master, it is best to make some preparations at the gate of the wall. ”

"Do you think those iron people can kill under the walled city?"

Kane said indifferently: "My lord, the commander of Rodat has not returned yet, and I will take the cavalry group to the dock at that time, in case the plan goes out and the city air defense is weak, it is good to have a preparedness." ”

Lynn shrugged and didn't object.

Back at the mansion, I just finished enjoying a hearty lunch.

Before he had time to wipe his mouth with a meal handkerchief, he saw Hu Dexing, the leader of the guards, running in in a hurry.

A raven was carried upside down by his vise-like hand.

"My lord, there's news. ”

Lynn motioned for Hood to remove the creed from the raven's feet.

He took it with his hand, spread out the note and looked at it, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

This is the news from the attendants upstream.

The Caravan of the Iron People was heading south, but to Lynn's surprise, it was written on the letterhead that in addition to the merchant ships of the Iron Islands, there was also a ship flying a different Iron People flag, following closely behind.

This took Lynn by surprise.

Hood, the leader of the guards, looked at the lord's confused expression and was about to ask.

But he heard the sound of a trumpet outside the house, at the city gate.

Such a cordon is sounded only if the patrol is unable to judge.

Lynn and Hood glanced at each other and immediately walked out of the lord's mansion quickly.

Guarded by Hood and his attendants, he hurried in the direction of the wall.

As the group climbed the city wall, Lynn saw the sea at the end of the view outside the dock of the fishing village port.