"We're going to Seaside in Red Pine City," the Electric Monk and the Gnome Investigator said to Namen, "Your ship can't sail directly to Dwarf Island, or it might be targeted by those mages in King's Landing." ”

Namen had no objection to this. Those authorized to sail to Dwarf Island are all ships of their agent chamber of commerce. For example, if this Joms pirate ship was close to that island, not to mention whether it would be sunk or not, just being near that island would be too eye-catching.

They are currently located in the northern part of the Ramsay continent, and the journey to the sea area of Red Pine City on the west coast is not too far.

In addition, Xihai Town is an important commercial port in that area, and although there are not as many caravans and ships as King's Landing, it is definitely not less. So with a little camouflage, the ship can sail safely on the waterway.

It took less than two days for them to sail into the port of Xihai Town. The berth fee was paid, and Namen also paid a tax because there was some rum and spices on board as a disguise.

Of course, the money was also paid by the electric monks and the gnome investigators. At least before they can connect with the other electric monks hiding here, and load the goods onto the trade winds' regular cargo ships bound for Dwarf Island, they will have to deal with Namenxu and the snake.

Even, until their colleagues on Dwarf Island have received the goods, they can't turn their backs on them. Both Oak Fist and Abbrostet had a vague sense that the Joms pirates might dare to plunder the Trade Winds Chamber's ships.

When they disembarked, it was the triennial stock-taking day, when the trade representatives of the Trade Winds Chamber of Commerce returned to the chamber's headquarters in Xihai Town with their account books – and the coastal town was bustling with activity.

Oak Fist sits in the tavern's spacious stone chamber, surrounded by drinking and singing revelers, who sometimes shout, dance and clap their hands. Drummers play new rhythms. The beat of the drums made him tremble, like a quartet hammered out by a pounding heart, pumping out a surging invisible plasma that energized the room. The huge brazier scorched him, and also gave the revelers a brilliant light and shadow, prompting beads of sweat. Some people could not stand the revelry, and they fell to the ground with red faces, proving that their stomachs were inferior wine bags. The drunkard looked like a dead man, and it was not until he was carried out of the banquet hall by his friends and placed on the bed that he had prepared that he showed a little bit of vitality.

"How long do we have to wait?" the gnome investigator sitting next to him glanced at him, then took a small sip of the honeyed cider from the horn cup, which flowed down a catheter into the gnome's mouth in the exoskeleton disguise.

"Wait until they come back," Oak Fist replied, "The electric monk here has already gone to contact the sea ships of the Trade Wind Chamber of Commerce, but I don't want to drift at sea for five or six days with a group of people I haven't been in contact with before." "My mercenaries have withdrawn from King's Landing, and they will accompany us aboard the ship to protect us and our hard-earned cargo as we go to Dwarf Island." ”

Abrost manipulated the exoskeleton and slipped a barbecue pie into his robe, "Do as you say." After all, it's really reassuring to have your own people around. Also, do we need to ...... before we leave?"

The exoskeleton arm waved slightly, and the palm of his hand turned into a knife and slashed lightly on the table. “...... I think we can get the Trade Winds Chamber of Commerce to do it," Oak Fist fully understood his companion's intentions, but he offered his own suggestion anyway, "but we can't say it explicitly." So you have to think of a reason that makes sense. Do you think it's okay to tell them 'There's a gang of Yoms pirates infiltrating Seasea'?"

The dwarf investigator was eating, but still manipulating the exoskeleton's palm to draw an "O" shape, which meant that he thought the idea of Oak Fist was not bad.

They all knew that sea coachmen like the Trade Winds Chamber of Commerce, although the line between them and pirates was blurred - they made many cameos - even if they were really pirates, they would not tolerate another group of competitors stepping on their turf.

The door to the tavern was pushed open, and a few dusty people crowded into the noisy paradise. Oak Fist saw his deputy at a glance. If Namen had been here, he would have recognized the man as the one who was roasting meat behind the sandbank.

The men walked straight to the fire, squeezing out the drinkers who were chatting and roasting the fire. Seeing that these people were all wearing guys, the drinkers didn't dare to say more and walked away.

"How's it going?" Oak Fist made a cryptic gesture. Under the influence of the priest's spell, his voice as light as a gnat accurately reached the ears of his deputy.

"It's not good, it's not bad," the deputy said intently roasting his hands next to the fire, and a member of the mercenary group went to the bar to buy food and drink for them, "The heads of the Emerald Wood and Red Pine families have all run to King's Landing, and I don't know if there will be any deals." It's just that there's not much movement on the side of the Trade Wind Chamber of Commerce - the inventory is held as usual - I think it's a bit weird. ”

Abrost glanced at his companion, who had just been linked to the conversation, "Gnome Island is a major customer and supplier to the Trade Winds, but so is King's Landing. The loyalty of those people can only be considered average, and we can't trust them too much. ”

"So we have to find something for them to do. Something happened to the foreign trade representatives in King's Landing, and although it was serious, they still hadn't lost hope," Oak Fist decided, "to let them know that the Joms pirates who are now on their territory are also grave robbers." When the time comes, they will most likely choose to bury the matter quietly. ”

"That would only backfire," the dwarf investigator sneered, and then said with a straight face, "King's Landing City's secret agents are pervasive, and their luck psychology is a provocation in the eyes of the Scales Chamber of Commerce of Eternal Order. A trade war between the two chambers of commerce is sure to break out, and perhaps escalate into military action. At that time, of course, the trade winds would soon disappear. ”

If the rise of King's Landing has put pressure on all the city-states on the Ramsay continent, then the mighty Scales of Eternal Order is a nightmare for all Ramsay's native chambers of commerce. Because they can't resist it, they can only accept a series of rules set by the other side.

But that doesn't mean that those chambers of commerce have given up their hostility, they're just hiding it nicely under the normal course of day-to-day trade practices. If the Scales of Eternal Order sent troops to exterminate the Trade Wind Chamber of Commerce, most of the other Ramsay local chambers of commerce would be sad. Immediately after that, they may behave irrationally and cause some disputes. War, on the other hand, is the final solution to all disputes.

As a Ramsayer, Oak Fist doesn't really want to rekindle the war in this land, but he has another identity. As the servant of Stim, the god of virtual games, he also has the responsibility of spreading the glory of the gods, so he also wants to get rid of the Scales of Eternal Order who uses various indirect means to prevent the gods from establishing temples in King's Landing.