Port Tulum, 99 Palm Tree Street.

There was a storm outside, but the house was peaceful and peaceful. In the spacious and luxurious bedroom, two thin white candles swayed, and the small candle flame illuminated the bedroom dimly, making the wisps of incense in the air more and more ambiguous.

On a large four-poster bed, in a brocade pile, Zahir von Schiller slept soundly on all fours.

Beside him, the tall, beautiful, green-haired, green-eyed and rather bright Shower leaned against the head of the bed, holding a thin, spiced lady's cigar in her red lips.

Gently exhaling a long wisp of light smoke and crushing the cigar in the crystal ashtray on the bedside table, Xiu Boer touched the messy blonde hair on Zahir's head and sighed contentedly.

"Oh dear, you're such a sweet little elk." Xiu Boer chuckled softly, his slender fingers playfully running over Zahir's neatly groomed little beard.

As a little-known tap dancer, with no connections, no background, no backstage, and every time she performs, she can only mix in a large group of actors, and Xiu Boer, who has become the background board of the heroine of the troupe, once felt extremely hopeless about her future.

When he was in his prime, he could only act as a third-rate actor as a background, and his total income in a year was less than one hundred gold marks.

With such an income, you can only barely make ends meet.

Coupled with some necessary expenses, cosmetics and clothing, a year of hard work, Xiu Boer could not even save a copper fountain Su.

If this continues, when she is old and decrepit, in the criminal city of Tulun Port, which is full of copper stench, extreme snobbery and reality, Xiu Boer does not dare to imagine what kind of miserable life awaits her.

Zahir von Schiller, editor-in-chief of the Tulum Port Post, a nobleman from the imperial capital, a young and talented handsome, is like a ray of sunshine in the night, illuminating the life of Xiuboer.

Young, golden, talented, amorous, especially without family drag, he completely regarded Xiu Bo as his only lover, and even handed over his own small treasury to Xiu Boer to manage.

"Oh dear, you're such a cute, playful, strong little elk...... Do you know, my sisters, how much envy me? Xiu Boer looked down at the sleeping Zahir, and her eyebrows fluttered before she could easily control herself, and she did not laugh out loud.

"What a charming little cutie...... Don't let those sluts, especially the ballet-dancing sluts, come near you. Xiu Boer took a deep breath, then held his breath, and left the bed lightly, wearing soft velvet slippers, and picked up a leather briefcase on the bedside table.

Opening her mouth, her red lips gently opening and closing, and silently singing a cheerful tune, Xiu Boer followed the steps of her mouth 'those ballet', and stood on her tiptoes, like a wind across the bedroom, to a painting in the corner.

Holding the frame of the painting with both hands, the painting slid several feet to the side, revealing the heavy alloy door of the shield safe embedded in the wall.

Xiu Boer looked left and right, then carefully turned the code disk, very carefully, as little as possible to make any noise to open the door of the safe.

In the three-foot-square safe, stacks of brand-new gold mark banknotes are neatly stacked, and in the dim candlelight, the bronze banknotes give people a heavy and weighty feeling.

Xiu Boer looked at the banknotes in fascination, and a green tendon in his eyebrows throbbed violently.

Every time she saw these 'cuties' in the safe, she couldn't help but have a dizzy sense of happiness in the blood flow all over her body.

Zahir, her little heart, her little darling, the master who changed her destiny, is so capable.

She and Zahir had only been together for a little over a year, and she personally stuffed stacks of banknotes into the otherwise empty safe, and watched the safe fill up with banknotes and all kinds of valuables day by day.

But...... Compared to what is going to be put in the safe today, these banknotes, gems, pearls, etc., are nothing.

Gently opening the briefcase, Xiu Boer took out a large brown paper envelope from it.

Inside the envelope was a share deed stamped with several large seals.

She, Xiu Boer, is the beneficiary of this share deed, with which she owns half of the shares of the 'Spider Hunting' sub-chamber of commerce of the Carban Chamber of Commerce in Port Tulum.

0.5 percent of the shares, a very small amount, and even have little say in the shareholders' meeting.

However, the 'Spider Hunting' sub-chamber of commerce of the Kaban Chamber of Commerce sells millions of slaves every year, and as far as Xiu Boer knows, the average net profit of a slave is more than twenty gold marks, and the profits of some high-end slaves are even higher.

This meagre half of the shares is enough to bring Xiu Boer a profit of hundreds of thousands of gold marks every year.

"It's such a good baby to put down...... How can you be so capable? Xiu Boer looked at the thin but valuable contract in his hand with great intoxication.

In the last few days, the undercurrent of Tulun Port has been turbulent and changing, and everyone has a sense of anxiety and a sense of imminent catastrophe.

But at this moment, all Xiu Boer has in his heart is endless happiness and sweetness.

No matter how Zahir got on the line with the people of the Spider Hunting Chamber of Commerce, no matter how he obtained this half of the shares, Zahir put this half of the shares in the name of Xiuboer!

This represents Zahir's love for Xiupol, his trust in her, and more importantly, his and her happy future.

In Metland, any family with an annual income of hundreds of thousands of gold marks is enough to live in great luxury.

"Amazing, my little elk, oh great Mu, my little elk, it's amazing!"

Xiu Boer was extremely intoxicated, and silently read the strict provisions on the contract over and over again, she stood in front of the safe for half an hour, and then sighed contentedly, put the contract back in the brown paper envelope, carefully put the envelope into the safe, and placed it on the top of the pile of bronze banknotes.

'Click'!

Xiu Boer was about to close the safe door when there was a crunch from the floor-to-ceiling window of the bedroom leading to the terrace.

Lying on all fours on the bed, Zahir suddenly woke up, and he leaped to his feet, his hands grasping at the bedside table, his left hand grasping a double-barreled flintlock firebolt, and his right hand grasping a long, sharp stabbing sword.

"Zahir!" Xiu Boer was taken aback by this sudden movement, and she looked at Zahir, who was suddenly startled, and screamed hysterically.

The floor-to-ceiling windows were violently pushed open, and the wind howled in, blowing heavy velvet blackout curtains and light gauze curtains into the air.

A tall, thin figure rushed in from the terrace.

Outside lightning and thunder roared, thunder rolled across the sky one after another, and the crystal vessels in the bedroom were buzzed with a huge thunderous sound.

'Boom, boom' two gunshots, and Zahir didn't hesitate to pull the trigger on the intruding figure.

An extremely thin cold light flashed, and the two large-caliber lead bullets were still far away from the intruder, and they were split into more than a dozen pieces by the cold light, and the shrapnel fell weakly on the heavy cashmere carpet without making a sound.

Thunder exploded, drowning out the sound of gunfire.

Zahir swung his sword, and the blades of his shoulders lit up, reddening, and a faint glow of fire, and then a large spark erupted, turning behind him into a pair of wings of sparks several feet wide.

A strange, primitive, wild coercion was unleashed from Zahir, and he let out a low roar, with a wave of heat, and the sword in his right hand shook rapidly, turning into a palm-wide arc of light and slashing towards the intruder.

The sharp and thin stabbing sword, in Zahir's hand, became more powerful than the two-handed slashing sword.

The body of the invading figure suddenly turned into a translucent state, and his breath and his voice all disappeared in this instant.

Even Zahir was like a headless fly, losing control of his target at this moment. He could only vaguely see the other party's shadow flickering and swaying in front of him, but where the other party's body was, how far away it was, he had completely lost his concept of this.

Like a phantom, the intruder silently burst into Zahir's arms.

'Boom'!

A special short-barreled, single-barreled, large-caliber firearm made a loud noise, and the muzzle of the gun almost clubbed the door of Zahir's head. A special carbide projectile spun and flew out, and Zahir's head exploded and his body flew backwards high.

Xiu Boer stared blankly at Zahir, whose head was flying backwards, with his hands on his chest, and screamed hysterically.

Storms and rains roared, and thunder and lightning reigned over the heavens and the earth.

The sound of gunfire and shouts were all washed away by the heavy rain.

On the road leading from Old Pier 2 to Palm Tree Street, half of Joe's body poked out of the carriage window, letting the storm wet him.

"Hurry up, Uncle Ya, hurry up again...... Damn Palm Tree Street, I have a vendetta against it, I declare, I have a vendetta against it. Don't let me find a chance in the future, or I'll tear down all the houses on Palm Tree Street! ”

Just now at the No. 9 warehouse of the card, Joe was in high spirits, wanting to appreciate the legendary purification ceremony of the Golden Oak Church and see the methods used by Archbishop Loren to purify heretics.

As a result, when Archbishop Loren was still preparing various magic weapons, someone from the Kaban manor sent information.

The person who finally spoke up and asked him to help answer and hide this group of heretics was Zahir von Schiller, the editor-in-chief of the Tulum Port Post. And the shopkeeper with a grimace immediately told Joe that for the past year or so, Zahir has spent the night at 99 Palm Avenue every night.

The power of the 'Sparrow Gang' is on full display once again, because one of the orphans adopted by the shopkeeper is now a small domestic servant at 99 Palm Tree Street, and is responsible for taking care of the furnace house at night.

Duke Ross just pointed at Joe lightly, and was about to see the lively Joe, so he set off again with a large group of men to arrest Zahir at 99 Palm Street.

Because of his heresy involvement, Archbishop Loren also assigned several high-ranking clergy to accompany him.

The rain was loud, and Joe finally led a large group of people to Palm Avenue for the third time in just two days.

"Ninety-seven, ninety-eight......" Joe muttered as he recited the house numbers of the houses on the side of the road, when suddenly he heard two gunshots from the raging thunder and thunder.

"Be on guard! Alert! Joe raised his voice and yelled.