"Put away the sails and get to the shore of the dock!"

The docks of The Hague Harbour, which also enjoyed a bright afternoon, were a busy scene, with schooners floating slightly in the shallow waters of the harbor, shouting captains giving orders on deck, and shouting sailors pulling up the heavy cables and putting away the sails.

A few strong sailors threw the ropes with iron hooks to the opposite shore, and the dock sailors who had been waiting early hung the iron hooks on the wooden beams and posts of the dock, and with the creaking winch on the deck, the heavy hull leaned firmly against the shore, completely stuck in the preset position.

Seeing the sailboat docking, the pier that was already flooded immediately resounded with excited cheers, clay pots, barrels and sacks full of grain, and even the passing walks were completely blocked, and the outside of the market at least ten meters wide had already been completely sealed by four-wheeled carriages, except for pedestrians on foot, even donkeys could not get through.

The merchants of The Hague Port, who bought a large amount of grain in the whole south, almost endlessly transported goods to the Hague Port from all directions, and even the market near the wharf had already been seized by these merchants, not to mention those large and small warehouses, all of which were contracted, and the guards of The Hague Fort were responsible for guarding them.

Although the port of The Hague is only a small town in the south, Fort Hague has been a major fortress against the invading forces of Dominica for the past hundred years, and several kingdoms of Turin who have gone on expeditions south have also stationed here, gathering knights and armies and stockpiling supplies. Therefore, the people of Fort Hague, who were already familiar with this, did not feel any surprise or discomfort. There was no confusion due to the large number of caravans stationed in the caravan.

This moment represents both Edward Witwood and Goodwin Jr. Standing on the stone platform of the wharf, gently soothing his frowning brow, wiping the sweat from his forehead, waiting for all the cargo ships to arrive, the noise of the crowd around him seemed to have become less noisy at this happy time.

Holding a scroll of letters that had just arrived—the Goodwin Chamber of Commerce's business in Bright Star City had been a success, and the Outovic family, who had survived the famine, had apparently reached the point of desperation, and even offered an unprecedentedly high price for this batch of "life-saving" food. Even little Goodwin, who had never been in the grain business, was heart-pounding when he saw those numbers, and he felt as if his blood was about to boil.

After a war that almost wiped out half of the city-state, the city of Bright Star was on the verge of revolt all the time, and in order to suppress the poor who could not even distribute their rations, the "leader of Bright Star City" Trist Ottovic is said to have turned gray hair, but many of the city's nobles are still reluctant to distribute the food in their warehouses.

Even if the Goodwin Chamber of Commerce's cargo ship brought a large amount of food, compared to the refugees in half the city, this food could only suppress the emotions of these people at most. Even the information gathered by the accompanying merchants was shocking—two silver coins would buy a clay pot of wheat without hulling, and salted meat and air-dried meat would cost even a gold coin! As for turkeys and suckling pigs, they were even more priceless, and only the nobles could find a way to get their hands on them.

Of course. Because of the secret agreement between Edward and Landzel, the Purple Sails mercenary group stationed in Bright Star City had another way to supply - as for Trist Ottowick, who was completely kept in the dark. Little Goodwin didn't have any idea of helping the poor fellow, otherwise where would he make his money?

Little Goodwin looked out of the docks, where the long lines of merchants pushed and crowded each other, registering their goods with the bookkeepers of the Goodwin Chamber of Commerce, and the narrow tables were about to be picked up by this group of people - since even Little Goodwin could know the situation in Bright Star City, it was naturally impossible for this group of well-informed guys not to know, especially after the appearance of the guy who ate the crab.

After seeing the guys who made a lot of money from Bright Star City, even the most calm merchants couldn't sit still anymore - there were still many merchants in the entire Hague Harbor who had signed contracts with Goodwin merchants, which brought not only visible wealth, but wells that could gush endlessly!

However, there were still some unpleasant episodes - when he turned his head slightly, he saw that Ludwig, who was sitting behind him, was still drinking cherry wine and waving his hand "friendly", but little Goodwin's face was only a little more guarded.

The night after that day, several merchants from The Hague Harbor disappeared for no apparent reason, and one of them was said to have been working for the Kwyn family all along—even if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, little Goodwin probably knew how and why they had disappeared.

While he knew the necessity of doing so, he still couldn't accept it - couldn't there be a way to solve the problem without having to pay the price of death, or was death the best way to solve the problem?

Thinking of Edward's words that "killing people is only a necessary means", little Goodwin shook his head in some frustration - perhaps he would never be the most qualified squire of Lord Edward, which made him a lot disappointed.

"You are truly a highly qualified squire, Mr. Pierre Goodwin. In the blink of an eye, Ludwig's ghostly figure stood beside little Goodwin: "I believe that if Lord Edward were standing here, he could not have been more satisfied." ”

"Where better can you be than you, Ludwig Dorian. With a somewhat sarcastic tone, little Goodwin stepped back a few steps to the side: "If it were me, I would definitely not be able to kill so many people one by one calmly." ”

"You're so humble, and you can definitely do better. Ludwig didn't seem to hear the sarcasm: "You don't have to be able to kill with peace of mind – there are many ways to do it, and it's not just something you can see." ”

"What do you want to say?"

"I mean, we're all doing the same thing, using the same means. Ludwig pointed to the sailboat loading in the distance: "Isn't what you're doing killing people?"

"Think about how much food the Otovík family will give to the poor who can't eat, those who huddle in the gutter and fight for bones with wild dogs, after this grain is transported to Bright Star City, how much food will the Otovik family give to the poor who can't eat, those who huddle in the gutter and grab bones with wild dogs, will they really be able to survive because of this food?" Ludwig smiled very calmly, as if he was talking about some trivial matter next door: "No, they can't even share a grain of wheat." ”

"The grain you sell them can only be used by the Ottovik family to maintain their rule, so that Bright Star City will not be destroyed by riots, and even shed blood because of this food, and when the rebellious people are wiped out, the city-state will be 'peaceful' - hmm...... I'm sure those who survived will thank you for it!"

"But, but!" Little Goodwin was a little flustered, but he was still "arguing with strong words": "If it weren't for me, they would definitely starve to death, I'm just ......"

"Yes, but it's 'killing,' just in a different way -- we're all killing for Lord Edward Witwood. Ludwig bent over his chest, and his tone couldn't have been more sincere: "All glory to Witwood!"

Little Goodwin wanted to refute, but found that this guy had disappeared from in front of him, and when he looked at the crowd again, he couldn't find him, so he had to retract his gaze a little unwillingly, but heard an inexplicable sound of footsteps behind him.

"Lady Angelica?!" (To be continued......