As the merchant departed, Bair shifted to Sir Flender.

"Sir, what do you think of the city?"

Sir took a sip of wine and nodded slightly.

"It's strong, but the aftertaste is slightly astringent."

"If you can brew a little longer, it will be saved."

Bair didn't understand the implication of the knight and waved his hand. "I'm not talking about wine."

Jazz also returned. "When did I say wine?"

Bair frowned, savoring the words.

"Oh, sir, you're saying that the conflict in this city is intensifying, and it's hopeless, but the economic strength is good, it's a pity."

Beyer's fingers tapped on the table. "Please speak normally next time!"

Sir felt a little aggrieved, obviously he was very serious about his evaluation, but because of his master's identity, he didn't refute it.

Bair's troops were then camped on the outskirts of Le Angurang, and although the camp was only a few large leather tents, none of the inhabitants dared to approach it casually, and it seemed much more leisurely.

But Bair was no idler, he dressed up a little, got his beard up, and ruffled his hair, and wore a linen outfit.

He became a conscientious farmer and came to the port to work as a porter.

Now that Baier has fought several times, Lakcha has blessed him, and it is not too easy to secretly use divine power to carry goods.

When the others saw him pick up the goods that others needed to pick up with one hand, they gave him the nickname of a fierce man in surprise.

It's not just that he needs to experience life because he's too idle, but he wants to find out for himself what's going on.

The port of Le Angul is a mix of clever merchants and mystical people, thieves and adventurers.

Bretonnia's civilization was still in the Middle Ages, and the port and taverns were the places with the most information flow.

And Bayer has an old problem, that is, he likes firepower, when he saw the big ship parked in the port while working, he couldn't help but ask the old worker next to him.

"Master, what is this ship?"

The old worker glanced at him, and then said with emotion. "At that time, the Duke of Le Anguland was a replica, and the Duke was very fond of the sea 15 years ago, and the ship he piloted was the best warship in all of Bretonnia!"

Bair also put down his work and walked around the ship a few times, hearing from the old workman that the ship was a replica of the Lighthouse Brotherhood, which had just been completed, and that it seemed that the merchant intended to use it to clear the nearby waterways.

And this whole ship is huge, close to the Aurora treasure ship, with a full five sails, 12 cannons on each side of the left and right!

Seeing that Bayer was drooling, he asked the old worker how many gold coins he got for this, and he got an answer of almost six thousand...

Bayer gave up!

In this way, at the end of the third day of work, during the afternoon break, Bayer was stopped by his co-workers.

He was a tall, thin fellow, unlike the other honest porters, who were mostly peasants' workers whose fields were gone, but he was the child of a merchant.

When others asked him, he would only say that the port was carrying his own property, and he was here to help take care of it.

Byer didn't like him very much, after all, Bayer often mixed in with the soldiers, and his personality was slightly direct.

The man also pretended to hand over an ale, knowing that the ale in Bretonnia has a "good name" for horse urine.

"Fierce man, it's not easy for you to work here, look at your movements, have you practiced~?"

The man saw that Bayer was not interested in drinking, so he got straight to the point.

Baier also pushed the boat and nodded, but maintained his taciturn persona and just nodded.

The man nodded when he saw Bair, and said. "Then you must have something hard to do, otherwise you wouldn't have done this errand."

"In this way, I will show you a clear way, one day, this number!"

He counted three fingers, and he knew that Bayer's current salary was only 6 copper plates a day, barely enough for the family.

Bair had to feign surprise. "Three silver coins?"

The man raised his eyebrows and said in a hillbilly tone. "Thirty!"

Even though Bayer was a duke, he was faintly surprised, which was the price of a day.

Then Baier became interested, if three silver coins must be a desperate job, thirty must be something else.

Bayer pretended to be interested, and opened his mouth to ask. "30? Silver? ”

The tone is longing, the lips are dry, and the gaze is glazed.

When the man saw that the fish had taken the bait, he also reported the errand.

"I'll go to the Dragon's Throat with my master, this job has stolen some "lighthouse fuel", and it needs to be transported, and you can earn more if you can get more at a time. ”

Lighthouse fuel? It was a colloquial phrase here, Bair, reminding, referring to the flow of money in the Lighthouse Brotherhood.

That is, it is the money of the stolen businessman ...

Bayer pretended to be timid and asked. "If this is discovered by the Brotherhood, won't it be "night fishing"? ”

"There's no harbor on the cliff, so I'll forget it."

The man waved his hand for a moment. "No, no, no risk, it's all the work of handling, things are stolen, people are afraid that they are not flexible enough, and those who are not familiar with it are prone to accidents, so I am asked to choose a few exquisite ones."

Bayer was secretly happy in his heart, he didn't expect to come to work and have an unexpected gain!

At that time, his own troops will come up and intercept that batch of funds, and they will be able to make an extra amount of money at that time.

So Bayer deliberately hesitated before he said. "But what's the point, when will it pass?"

The man said. "At three o'clock tomorrow afternoon, there will inevitably be a storm in the sea area, no crew will go to sea, the port over there will be clean, we will move again!"

Baier suddenly wondered, how did he know when the storm was coming, at this moment the wind was calm, even an old sailor could only say that he could predict a few hours at most!

However, he nodded, exchanged some more details, and returned to the camp.

This period of intelligence gathering made him very clear about the situation of Leangulang, first of all, the place where the dragon's throat was located had several raised rocks, like huge dragon teeth, so it got its name.

But during this time, there are often storms and disappearances, and not only passing ships, but also pedestrians on the coast cannot escape!

The number of missing people is already exaggerated...

But the duke, because he was running away from the sea, would not manage the situation over there at all.

At this moment, Baier also ordered the soldiers to pass tomorrow, and he vaguely felt that the situation here was not right...

Baier gave up his costume today, went to the Dragon's Throat early, and saw what was going on, but the port was full of residents paying homage to their missing families.

He went to the lord here, he thought he was a knight of the kingdom, or a chivalrous knight, or at least a nobleman...

But the lord here was only a little boy about ten years old, and he watched powerlessly and confusedly as those white flowers floated to the sea...

One more word to Bayer. "Lord Duke, help me..."