That's what the Yoms thought too.

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Seeing that the armed forces of the Trade Wind Chamber of Commerce, which had intended to storm the ships, were temporarily silenced by the dwarf merchants, all the Joms pirates who were waiting for them were shocked.

"The captain must have hidden some hole cards," one of the crew members with an arquebus muttered to his companion next to him, "just like when he used to play cards, the man sitting across from him never won." ”

Many people who heard this sentence all laughed out loud. They all knew what happened to the arquebus-wielding crew before the ship sailed to Seasea, where he had lost a week's worth of money to Nammon at the card table.

"Silence, you pig's head," the first mate walked over, took a mace with a strap and struck the iron helmet on the crew's head, making a sonorous sound, "If you want to live, you have to listen to the captain, understand!"

The Joms crew couldn't argue with this physics teaching. Since joining Namen's gang a few years ago, they have not only doubled their income several times, but each time they have killed a fraction of what they had been.

"Eh~ my first mate, don't bother with that little bastard who can't afford to play at the table," Slipping out of the lookout at the top of the mainmast, Namen picked up the big axe on the deck and carried it on his shoulder, "Do you know how to write?" ”

The first mate nodded busily, and then ran into the captain's room behind the deck. The ship to and from Gnome Island was a little different from their original ship, but as the first mate, he knew where to find what the captain had requested.

Soon, he ran back to deck with a stack of parchment, a bottle of lilac ink, and two reed pens.

Looking at the tear marks next to the parchment, Namen chuckled and shook his head. "Loser," he scolded, "these papers were torn from the dwarf captain's logbook." If the high-end nautical diaries bound by the gnomes are intact, Lao Tzu will pay you a year's worth of money if he sells one copy in King's Landing. ”

The first mate was stunned, but then laughed "honestly". "I didn't know it was so expensive, but the dwarf we threw into the sea had already written a lot of pages, and I guess that diary couldn't be worth that much anymore. ”

Namen ignored him—this guy had no interest in sharing knowledge with ordinary people—and he wouldn't tell the first mate that a dwarf's hardcover logbook could fetch several times more than a blank diary if it was accompanied by something written by the dwarf captain himself.

"I'll tell you, you can write, Great Literate," Namen waved his hand and asked the first mate to find a barrel to use as a bookcase.

With the bloodline of a contract demon, he can actually write all the words in the multiverse himself. But the habit of writing in his long life made it impossible for him to write like a Joms pirate—like an earthworm and like a dog.

Therefore, in order to maintain the character, Namen can only pretend that he can't write, and let the first mate who is coarse and ink write on his behalf.

"Lao Tzu was very angry, very angry...... Are we evading taxes, or are we urinating in your pot, why do we come to attack us as soon as we wake up......? You guys who smell worse than pickled herring—at least the herring smells bad and eats well—you stink to the bone...... We had just done a big deal for the gnomes, and they had 'borrowed' something from King's Landing, and they had to let us help transport it out...... Now you, the Trade Winds Chamber of Commerce, are helping them to extinguish their mouths. Hehe, I'm going to shake this ugly thing out, so that you can't eat and walk around!"

As Namen finished speaking, the first mate quickly finished writing the last word, and he grabbed a puff of fine sand to absorb the ink from the paper. Then he presented the paper to Nammon. Namen nodded, "It's not badly written, maybe someone will treat your handwriting as a treasure in the future, and call it an 'ugly book'." However, if you can work harder, you will have to copy it a few more times. ”

With that, he left the bewildered first mate on deck, and then led the two men to the cargo hold of the ship. Previously, Oak Fist and the special paper and ink that Abrost had stolen from King's Landing were all stored there.

He took out more than half of the pile and placed it in front of the stunned-eyed first mate, "Let's start, Great Cultural Man." ”

God is pitiful, if it weren't for the captain's long-term prestige, the first mate would definitely quit. Namen stared at him as if he were a prisoner, and with a reed pen stood with special ink, copying the text over and over again on the uncut special paper.

For each one he had written, Namen would have it rolled up, along with a genuine King's Landing note he had taken out of his own pocket, tied into a sturdy paper tube with a rope tied to the stones.

Then he rounded his arm and threw the tubes at the other boats on the docks.

Until the money bag became empty, the first mate had copied more than fifty copies, and his arms were already shivering with exhaustion. Namen picked up the last bundle of paper tubes, aimed at the trade winds chamber of commerce armed forces surrounding the shore, and threw it.

The paper tube landed at the feet of one of the Storm Attendants, who had just managed to recover dozens of them. He had already read the contents of it, so he summoned a flame without thinking about it, and burned the paper tube on the ground directly to ashes.

And those paper tubes before have already been sent back to the headquarters of the Trade Wind Chamber of Commerce by someone and handed over to the head of the family for review.

In the audience room of the Trade Winds Chamber of Commerce, it was so quiet that you could hear even a pin falling on the ground. Seengar held an open paper tube and looked at what was written on the paper, feeling as if he had fallen into a hole in the ice.

"You're killing yourselves!" he said through gritting his back molars, the young man's face had become hideous, "and you still have to drag the Trade Winds Chamber of Commerce into the water together? What do you think of me? Son of a bitch dwarf!" he roared, without the slightest bearing and extremely rude in his words, "Answer my question! Otherwise, you don't want to get out of this audience room!"

It's no wonder that he is. He didn't care about the content of that article at all, and if he was scolded twice, he wouldn't drop two pieces of meat. But the contents were written in special ink on special paper - even if there was no real bill attached, anyone who had used this legal tender in King's Landing would have seen the problem with the paper and ink at a glance - it was a point in the matter.

Although the armed forces were dispatched quickly and most of the paper tubes were recovered in a timely manner, some of them were still missing. Moreover, even if they recycle all the paper tubes, the act itself is enough to cause a lot of discussion.

Perhaps, if it doesn't take stock today, the news that the stolen coinage materials from King's Landing will appear in Xihai Town will reach the Scales Chamber of Commerce of the Eternal Order. No, it's almost a certainty! Seengar almost went berserk. It is true that those merchants who are berthed in the port have some interests in the Trade Wind Chamber of Commerce, but in comparison, they definitely hope to be able to get into the Scales Chamber of Commerce of the Eternal Order!

Looking at the head of the Trade Wind Chamber of Commerce with a fierce look in his eyes, Abbrostet also had a solemn look on his face, and he hesitated for a moment before continuing: "You can use a sword against us, can't you just use the same means against other people?"