Time passed slowly, and before I knew it, it was already a cold winter season, and after a few cold snaps, many places in the Green Leaf Continent had been covered with snow, and even the wind in the ocean had become cold unconsciously.

Cold winds are still insignificant, starting from the polar ice oceans, and the scattered small glaciers are the greatest danger of winter navigation.

No ship would be willing to sail at such a time unless it was a desperate situation, so it was a rare sight for a fleet of hundreds of wooden merchant ships of various sizes, after avoiding an iceberg that was only three or five meters high, to sail through the waters of the former Hell and now Wuli with the force of the cold and biting west wind.

At this moment, at the bow of the huge flagship of the fleet, a beautiful woman wearing a sailor's suit stuffed with goose down and her hair wrapped in plain silk stretched out her monoculars and looked at the sharp corner of the iceberg that was almost transparent under the pale sunlight a hundred meters behind the left, and said with a sigh of relief: "Captain Duyev, if you hadn't discovered that iceberg, I'm afraid our ship would have begun to sink by now."

When you return to 'Heinhemann', I will report your achievements to the Chamber of Commerce and you will definitely be rewarded. ”

"Thank you for your kindness, Miss Jackie," said a tall and stout middle-aged man with a captain's hat and a beard beside the woman, while also looking around with a telescope, "But even if we can avoid the iceberg ten or a hundred times, as long as we make one mistake, it is likely that we will be shipwrecked and killed."

This is by no means the season and weather that should be sailed, the same thing has been said ten times. I'm going to go on a hundred times, and it's barely acceptable to sail offshore in winter, especially in such a cold winter..."

The woman did not interrupt the middle-aged man's complaint with a higher status, and waited until he finished complaining before saying with a wry smile: "But we have to go to sea."

As the most outstanding captain of the 'Golden Velvet Flower', you should also know the predicament that the Merchant House is facing now, after the Kingdom of Yassen won the Hundred Years War with the Kingdom of Fran, it has faintly pointed the finger at the 'Cataman', and in order to avoid war, we can only exchange our wealth for peace.

Now Duke Opp is so frightened that he has even taken off his crown and levied a 'peace tax' on the merchants of the city-state according to the scale, just at this time, our greatest source of wealth, the Nador tribe in the Raging Seas, has been inexplicably destroyed. Now the only hope for 'Golden Velvet' not to go bankrupt is Scorpion Island..."

"Don't hide it, Miss Aki. If it weren't for Young Master Roman who quietly used the reserves of the trading house to buy the war bonds of the Kingdom of France, no matter how difficult it was, 'Golden Velvet Flower' would never have fallen into such a predicament..."

"Captain Duyev, whatever Roman has done, he says my fellow brother. This time, without waiting for the middle-aged man to finish speaking, the woman said sharply.

"I just wanted to say. Since it was Young Master Roman who caused a big disaster. Then it should be up to him. Duyev was stunned. The many whisperers muttered.

"In that case, the 'Golden Velvet Flower' will be completely hopeless, won't it?" Ya Ji said sarcastically, as soon as her voice fell, a surprise shout suddenly came from above her head, "Land, land, I see land, Scorpion Island has arrived, Scorpion Island has arrived..."

Looking up at the sailors dancing on the watchtower, Duyev's expression became extremely serious, and he lowered his voice and said, "Miss Jagi, Scorpion Island has arrived, do you need to prepare in advance?"

"No need Captain Duyève, if this trade is not successful, even if we escape back to Heinheimmann City, we will be completely destitute, in that case, my branch is destined to be abandoned by the family, and you will continue to sail as a slave according to the contract, what is the difference between this and death?"

"Whatever you want, Miss Yaji, although I think it is better to live in poverty than to die, but since you are a little girl and are not afraid, of course I don't care. The captain said as he put away the monoculars and hung them on his waist, turned and walked back to the cockpit to get ready for the landing.

Seeing his back disappear, Ya Ji quietly clasped her hands, made a prayer motion, looked at the island in the sky that was gradually revealing her huge figure, and murmured: "Great goddess of the sea, Tinarosi, please protect us to land safely and complete the transaction smoothly..."

Accompanied by the woman's incessant prayers, the fleet sped to the distant island that seemed to lie still in the sea as if a giant poisonous scorpion was lying in the sea, perhaps her pious prayers played a role, and the caravan did not encounter any accidents along the way, and at dusk, it docked safely in a solid wooden harbor at the end of Scorpion Island.

As soon as the fleet came to a halt at the berth, a strange question came from the shore: "Who is the leader of the caravan, Miss Jagi or Mr. Dupree?"

"This time the fleet is led by Lord Aruchi, who still brings in your favorite land-man slaves. Even though he had already learned from the native fisherman on the old wooden boat who had guided him into the harbor that his trade partner was safe and sound, Yaki quietly relieved himself when he heard this familiar voice, and replied politely.

"We don't need landland slaves anymore, because you lowly landlings will soon all become slaves of Wuli," muttered to himself a fat native in the harbor with three feathers on his head, dressed in a finely tanned animal skin, and riding a huge spider with purple hair.

Then he raised his torch and raised his head, a sincere smile on his face, "That's great, Miss Aki, I'm going to gather the samurai to 'unload'." ”

"That's a real trouble for you, Lord Aruchi," Yagi, who was standing at the bow of the ship and looking down, motioned to his servants to throw down a bundle of fluffy tobacco, "This is the finest 'Monoa tobacco' you brought with the caravan last time, and I will drop it for you first." ”

"Tobacco, although not hungry, smokes beautiful tobacco that makes people's souls float to the sky," the fat native showed a happy expression after receiving the bribe, and his tone was a little more cordial, "Thank you, Miss Aki, I will let the samurai stay up tonight to transport all the slaves you brought."

Fresh goods can be easily damaged on board. ", driving the giant spider under the crotch to grow away.

Looking at the distant backs of the natives, in the darkness, Duyev, who had once again walked up to the bow of the flagship, pouted and whispered: "Even the most greedy magistrate cannot only meet with merchants three or four times and collect money in a grand manner, but these so-called savage and cruel Hellmen have learned to fall immediately..."

"Alright, Captain Duyev, don't forget that even if you accept our 'little gift', the barbarians are still barbarians, and don't talk about them for the sake of your life. Jaczzy interrupted the captain in a whisper.

As the two men spoke, thousands of flickering torches were lit in the distance, and in a few moments the entire harbor was filled with native warriors with torches, while the natives lit huge braziers everywhere, and soon the coastline was as bright as day.

In the bright firelight, the wooden escalators began to creak and rattle on the decks of the merchant ships anchored in the harbor, and then the crews with considerable experience in the slave trade opened the iron doors of the lower cargo holds, and began to shout loudly as groups of unkempt landland slaves climbed out of the warehouse.

Most of the slaves had been tortured half-dead by the long journey and the harsh living conditions at the bottom of the ship, and their bodies exuded an unpleasant stench, and as soon as they got on deck, they were bound by the tough hemp rope the thickness of their thumbs, and they staggered sideways, holding on to the wooden ladder, and walked slowly and numbly down the ship.

When they walked onto the beach and saw hundreds of Wuli warriors armed with torches and swords at their waists, riding on huge spiders, they let out a heartbreaking scream of horror just like the slaves who had been traded to Scorpion Island.

Soon, however, the cries of misery came to an abrupt end amid the terrifying slaughter of the native samurai and the blunt warning of "Death to those who speak up, death to those who speak up...".

The large-scale slave trade often took a long time, and it was busy until late at night when all the slaves disembarked.

Walking off the merchant ship with the poor group of poor men behind the most luke, watching them disappear into the jungle in the distance under the escort of the native warriors, Yaggie took a deep breath of the salty cold air, looked up at Aruqi riding on the giant spider and said with a smile: "Eighteen thousand seven hundred and seventy-two slaves, this is our count, do you approve of it, sir?"

"Count 19,000, it's easier to remember. The fat native smiled innocently, "Miss Aki, you and your fellow merchants have a place to live, and you can go and pick up the goods early tomorrow morning."

By the way, the Wise One knows that you are very glad to have come to the 'Red Mountain Harbor', and you can visit him, I believe you will have a satisfactory harvest. In the second half of the sentence, Aruqi obviously lowered his voice.

"The Wise..."Ya Ji didn't react for a while, and only after a few seconds did the image of a black-haired young man who she thought had died in the raging sea sea flashed in her mind, and blurted out: "He, he's back to Scorpion Island?"

"Yes, the Wise One returned to the tribe with a meat worm that was easy to feed and delicious before the sun rose and set more than twenty times, and with this fat worm 'Wu Li' the clansmen and slaves could become even more...", the fat native said with a smile, and it was not until he sent the merchants into the bark house where he rested that he finished thinking about the beautiful future of the tribe.

The night went by, and the next morning, even though the merchants of the 'Cataman' were tired from the long voyage at sea, they got up early and eagerly went to pick up the produce, and it was clear that they were more concerned about their wealth than their health.

However, at dawn she left her companions, and walked towards a large house near the coast, following the two Wuli servants in the morning sun. (To be continued......)

PS: Make up a chapter on Friday