As soon as he heard the tax payment, the lord's face immediately fell, and he said hesitantly: "Your Excellency, you see, the ore in the shallow layers of Crescent Island has been mined, and we have to dig deeper tunnels...... Well...... It just so happened that the goblin craftsmen in Howling Wind Bay went on strike a while ago, which has caused the price of explosives to rise recently, and we still need to lay more minecart tracks to continue working. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The slaves have been sent to the mines, and the mine production has dropped a lot......"

"You don't have to worry about explosives, if you think the price is too expensive, there are cannonballs and gunpowder in my fleet that can be given to you for free, but I am afraid that if it falls on you, there will only be heavy iron balls left. Sheldt said coldly, knowing that the price increase in explosives was a fabrication, and that the slaves were being sent to the mines. Al Barad had tens of thousands of sub-slaves, more than the orthodox sea people living in the archipelago, and eighty percent of them were concentrated in the Crescent Island mines, making it easy to dig new tunnels. But the tax payments have been delayed for almost two months.

Shield's cold words pierced the heart of Lord Albalad like a bayonet sword at his waist, and in this unequal conversation, at the slightest mistake of the lord, Shieldt would immediately order the fleet to shell the islands. With Alballard's current strength, Sheldt would have had no trouble repeating a Barnett-style massacre.

"My lord, please give me another five days. The lord pondered for a long time, and finally gave an answer, "From His Highness Barnett to Al Balad, the seafolk have only delayed their taxes once because the storm has swallowed up the fleet. This time it was another accident, and I promise there will be no more accidents in the future. ”

"Later, just this time I have a reason to smash your castle and let it sink into the barren sea!" Sheldt slapped the table angrily, a negotiating technique he had learned from Prince Barnett—to intimidate his negotiator with false anger and force him to yield.

The lord of Alballad gritted his teeth and gurgled his teeth, he really couldn't raise enough taxes, not enough to loot all the seamen. "So, my lord, will you allow me to pay ...... with slaves?"

"Do you think I'm a fool, compared to the gems of Crescent Island, the despicable subhumans are worth a few dollars!" Sheldt had already jumped up from his chair, pressed his right hand on the hilt of his sword, and shouted loudly, "Count Kraft, you have no sincerity at all!"

The Count was so frightened that he fell to his knees, and his arms trembling as he supported himself on the ground. His bodyguards and servants also knelt down and looked at Sheldt with supplicating eyes.

Shellt smirked, and though the corners of his mouth rose slightly, he did smile. That's what he wanted to achieve. For him, Kraft and the Sea Folk and the Subhuman slaves were not worthy of soiling his beloved sword. He just wanted them to honestly kneel down in front of him and give in to him. "Forget it, since there is a reason for it, I can't make it difficult for you. Three days, I can only give you three days, not for a little longer. Shelt said.

Kraft thanked him for his courage to get up, and Shellt stopped being picky about how unpalatable the food was, and the crowd began to try to tell interesting things, occasionally causing laughter, and the atmosphere finally eased.

"My lord, I strongly recommend that you take a little time out of your free time to visit the mines on Crescent Island for yourself, although it doesn't smell good. But I'm sure you'll understand by the time you've been there that Al Balad can afford to pay his taxes on time, if nothing else. As soon as Earl Kraft had swallowed a mouthful of sashimi, he proposed to Sheldt.

Although Shellt was reluctant, he also knew that he had come all the way to come and should go to Crescent Island in line with the principle of being responsible to His Royal Highness. "Tomorrow afternoon, though it might be more appropriate, I hope to have a good night's sleep." After all, the girl you sent to my room tonight is going to drain my energy, isn't it?" said Sheldt with a smirk, soaking a piece of sashimi into the sauce and putting it in his mouth, "By the way, sashimi is only good with a good sauce." ”