September 26, 1379 in the Medland Glory calendar, in the afternoon, near dusk.

Joe rode an icefield dragon horse and marched triumphantly at the front of the procession, returning to Tulum Harbor with a long procession.

The port of Tulun was once again empty, and countless people stood on both sides of the road leading to the police station, countless people applauded, stamped their feet, exclaimed, and more daring maidens wrapped petals and fruits in handkerchiefs and smashed them on Joe's body from the side of the road.

The handkerchief spread, and the petals and fruit fell on Joe's body, Ryoma's.

Qiao smiled and waved to the girls with red cheeks, and the ice field dragon horse sitting down snorted impatiently.

Hesse is very good at taking advantage of the fire.

Ice Domain Ryoma ...... It was a controlled product of the Lucian Empire and was never sold to the outside world.

But this time Princess Lovena got into a big trouble and ran head-on, and in the border barracks, Hesse grabbed Barbadia and didn't know what to say, and this Ice Plain Dragon Horse became Joe's mount!

Strong muscles, great strength, long endurance, good at long-distance running, and very powerful in short-distance sprints.

Joe was so pleased with the big guy that he was almost seven feet tall at the shoulders, and he finally had a mount that he could carry on his fast run.

"Only, damn Lucian!" Joe gently patted the neck of the silver-white dragon horse, whom he had named 'Little White', and greeted Barbaria's mother a little stupidly.

Xiaobai is a stallion, but before it can be transported to the port of Tulum, it was gelding.

In other words, Xiaobai can't be a stallion, which makes Joe very unhappy.

"Speed up, drag it out any longer, and it's going to get dark." An unhappy Joe beckoned behind him, and the long motorcade behind him suddenly picked up, and the policemen on both sides of the convoy on horseback escorts, their mounts also began to trot, and the sound of horses' hooves 'clicked'.

In a specially made four-wheeled carriage with steel plates inside, Hanieway and Marcos are tied up and confined to the saddle.

In a carriage of the same configuration behind them, Sorens and his deputy commander, White Shark, were also tied up and lay motionless on the saddle.

Behind, on the long open-top four-wheeled truck, pirates covered in blood and a large pile of pirate corpses were piled up haphazardly.

The citizens of Tulun Harbor on the side of the road were exclaiming, pointing at these vicious-looking pirates who knew at a glance that they were not good people.

"Bloodsail Pirates...... It's actually the Bloody Sail Pirates! ”

"These are a bunch of vicious bastards!"

"Young Master Qiao is really amazing, he actually killed the Blood Sail Pirate Group!"

There are many maritime merchants in Tulum Harbor, and of course they are very familiar with the large and small pirate groups in the stormy ocean. The Bloodsail Pirates are undoubtedly the most notorious and notorious of the Stormy Ocean Pirate Groups.

When they learned that these pirates were the backbone and elite of the Bloodsail Pirate Group, and after they were wiped out by Qiao, countless people cheered in unison, waving their arms in unison, and their faces were red with excitement.

Joe patted Xiaobai to slow it down slightly, and when he waited for the prisoner car where Hanieway and Marcos were to catch up, he bent down to the window and smiled at Heniway, who was leaning on the saddle, "Dear Miss Hainiway, if the citizens of Tulum Harbor outside knew, you actually traded with the Blood Sail Pirates...... You actually traded them for large-caliber naval guns! ”

Joe pointed to the citizens who were clapping, stomping, cheering, and waving their hands feverishly, and said with a strange smile: "What do you think will happen to you?" ”

Heniway's face was as pale as dirt, and she didn't say a word.

Marcos, who was also confined to his seat, struggled frantically, he lowered his voice and roared in a low voice: "Joe Rong Wittu, you are provoking the Drington family and the Harrington family by doing this!" ”

"You ignorant, stupid, rude little hillbilly nobleman of Port Tulum...... With a little finger from our family, we can crush you and your ridiculous family to pieces! ”

Like a wounded vicious dog, Marcos bared his teeth at Joe and kept spitting.

"A little finger?" Joe grinned and glanced at Marcos, who still hadn't figured out the situation yet, with pity: "Now I can crush you two directly with a little finger...... Will His Highness Fredet stand up for you? ”

Shaking his head, Joe muttered, "I don't think he's going to be so stupid...... So, for the sake of monetary interests, in violation of imperial laws and continental conventions, smuggling large-caliber naval guns to a gang of murderous pirates...... This crime can only be borne by the two of you. ”

"His Royal Highness Frevice is a member of the royal family, and he can't collude with pirates, can he?"

The convoy came to the entrance of the police station, and the two prisoner cars slowly drove into the police compound and came to the entrance to the underground black cell.

Joe looked at Hanieway and Marcos, who were pale, and smiled, "Miss Hanieway, welcome to the old land...... This time, it is estimated that it is difficult for you to have a chance to leave, and I will do my best to let you retire below for the rest of your life. ”

"And you, Your Excellency Marcos, a noble young master from the imperial capital, welcome you to experience the black prison style of Tulum Port for yourself."

"I don't know what the conditions of the black prison in the imperial capital are, but the black prison in the port of Tulum ...... It's very distinctive, and you have plenty of time to take your time to feel the original atmosphere below. Those rats, fleas, cockroaches, slugs...... For you, who are delicate and expensive, it must be an extremely novel experience. ”

Hanieway's body trembled violently, her lips were completely bloodless, and her eyes trembled blankly.

Marcos swallowed hard and spit: "Your Excellency Joe, we can ...... You can solve the problem in an aristocratic way, you give a condition, how about it? Among the aristocracy, there was no problem that could not be solved. ”

"I'm not a nobleman!" Joe held the car window with both hands and looked at Hanieway and Marcos very seriously: "You dare to attack my family, you dare to calculate my sister...... Especially you, Marcos, filthy and disgusting bastard, how dare you spy on Vima? Ah, Weima like a little bean sprout, how old is she, and you actually spy on her? ”

"You're dead!" Joe's face was gloomy and he pointed at Hanieway and Marcos, "Keep them with Captain Sorens and Deputy Head White Shark...... Hehe, well, Captain Sorens and Deputy Captain White Shark have wounds, and we treat our captives well, so let go of their shackles. ”

"And our Miss Henniway and Lord Marcos, given that Miss Hayniway's fiancé, Lord Hanks, the elder brother of Lord Marcos, has a disgraceful prison escape record...... The shackles and shackles on their bodies, keep them! ”

Billy and a group of chubby policemen rushed over, they happily pulled the car door, enthusiastically carried Hanieway, Marcos, Sorens, and White Shark, and pulled them all the way into the black prison.

In the dark corridor, Henniway's hysterical screams were heard: "Joe Jon Wittu ......"

Then came Billy's voice: "Shut her up...... Give me a sock! ”

Joe stood in front of the black cell door, took out a cigar and lit it, and took a few heavy puffs of smoke. He looked up at the large red clouds in the west and muttered, "What a long day...... Now back to Loew Hills? Oh no......"

"Hibiscus, Kikyo, come with me to the Royal Bank, ah, my mood is suddenly so brilliant, it's amazing!"

"Oh, by the way, who's on duty these days? Remember, you must remember that Miss Henniway has been very unhappy with her bloated figure lately, she is on a diet to lose weight, understand? ”

"Her roommates should share her ups and downs, and don't give them food and water for three days."

Joe rode Xiaobai, followed by a large group of policemen, all the way to the Imperial Royal Bank Tulun Port Branch.

At the same time, another large team had reached the halfway point of St. Held's Mountain.

Freret, Vigrar, Duke Ross, as well as the Earls of Chauffy and the Duke of Barbaria, as well as Lomond and Lovena, the culprits who caused the huge turmoil last night, are under the escort and surveillance of the Imperial Army, rushing to Vigrar's official residence in the hilltop area.

Unlike the hapless Hapless Haniewi, Marcos, and the pirates of the Bloodsail Pirates.

Lomond and Raffna are not the same, they are not the same as the troublemakers, they cannot be imprisoned in the black cells of the police station, they are at most under house arrest in the residence of Vigrar or some other big man.

The procession slowly climbed along the winding road.

Fredet and Lucien shared a four-wheeled carriage, the windows were closed, and the carriage was of the highest quality goods in terms of craftsmanship and materials, and suddenly it was so tight that not a single sound could be heard.

Lucien took a glass of champagne and took small sips.

Frevice rested her elbows on her thighs, supported her chin with her hands, and looked at Lucien with a gloomy face: "Heniway and Marcos, as you say, are two fools...... They can't do anything, they can't do anything......"

"It took our navy nearly ten years to reach a stable and tacit cooperative relationship with the Bloodsail Pirate Regiment...... But this time...... This time...... Ten years of hard work...... Ten years of hard work...... Father will be angry! ”

Freette gently swayed her body from side to side, tossing and turning uneasily.

"But Your Highness, the opportunity has come, the opportunity that belongs to us has come." Lucien put down his glass, his blue eyes shining fiercely, like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity to attack.

Frevice looked up at Lucien suddenly, his eyes widened, and he said in a low voice, "Borrow this incident from the Ice Sea Kingdom and the Lucia Empire? Taking advantage of the chaos? ”

Lucien nodded vigorously: "That's right, taking advantage of the chaos, this time, our target is not the Rittal family, but one or two of the other six families in the Council of Seven...... Let our people be the heads of the house, and let the current heads of the houses rest in peace. ”

After a long silence, Frerett nodded slowly: "I agree with your plan, but be careful. Hmm, I'm fed up with that gruff fat man...... In particular, four hundred thousand pounds of raw power...... Damn it. Such a person, if not ours, then let him become a dead man. ”

Lucien nodded slowly, picked up his glass, and drank it down.