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Chapter 314 0313: Captain

The night at Ambera Ice Harbor is boiling.

North Sail Bar.

Noisy mercenaries held large wine glasses and slammed them on the table heavily, splashing beer everywhere, staining the cotton clothes of the merchants and employers.

Almost every table is occupied by a similar team.

They are traders, adventurers, or pure tour groups traveling to and from the north, and each team is equipped with enough fierce thugs.

but……

The looters gathered into an army, and had been waiting eagerly for a long time.

There is no way to stop the siege of this scale, and the vendors can only curl up in a relatively safe bar... and report to the team with the same sick team to keep warm.

There are always exceptions.

Now there are many beast sailing ships gathered at the port pier.

Their captain, the black market at the pier, has all become life-saving straws.

Raiders can't go to sea, they can only surround the land.

These sea overlords still did not lose their authority, but at this time, they became the saviors sought after by everyone.

They can take people away at any time.

Incidentally...

Taking away their goods, money, and team, each position is expensive, it is indeed taking advantage of the fire, but it is more cost-effective than being wiped out by the looters.

"I know a few captains, and their prices are okay."

The merchants are exchanging information with each other, trying to find ways to save their lives and wealth as much as possible.

When several team leaders asked about the price, they all shook their heads.

"They really dare to open their mouths. What's the difference between them and looters? Why don't we gather the mercenaries and grab a few boats to escape!"

"That's right, there are definitely fewer people on the captain's side than the raiders."

……

Such a stupid proposal, but there are still people who agree with it.

The mercenaries all looked at their employers with a sneer, not to mention that this kind of thinking was very despicable and shameless, no different from the behavior of a looter.

Furthermore……

Can the beast sailboat be handled easily?

"The port in the northern border is much more barbaric than the southern border. What do you think is the basis for opening a berth in such a ghostly place? Conspiracy and calculation, no, it is based on hard fists and strength!"

The mercenaries reprimanded the greedy traders.

If the ice ports in the northern border were so easy to be bullied, the looters would have switched careers to become pirates long ago, and they would still get up early in the ice and snow to loot from the dark.

"The captain is all stubborn. From the first mate to the sailor, which one has no real skills? Just throw a few magic spells or throw a few knives, and you can be chopped off!"

The mercenary put his feet up on the table made of shields.

He raised his voice and deliberately turned up the volume, trying to tell other people in the tavern:
"Those captains who can negotiate prices are for your face. They can be cheated into the boat, slaughtered halfway, and thrown out to feed the fish..."

The vendors are all swallowing their saliva.

There was still noise outside.

The marauders seem to have organized a team to patrol the Ambera ice port.

The knife and ax team passed by, but there was nothing they could do.

The majesty of those in power in the port is being trampled on at will.

The merchants and mercenaries all panicked.

They really realized that they had lost their greatest confidence, and there was no patron saint in the city for a long time.

Every so often, someone would shout at the door.

"There are looters joining the encirclement. Now the number of looters gathered outside the city exceeds a thousand. We should be hopeless!"

Captains seem to be doubling their price again.

The vendors patted the table and kept calling the waiter to order wine. No matter what the future holds, as long as you can still get coins now, you have to seize the last chance to enjoy it.

Who knows whose money will be tomorrow.

Plenty of beer, plate after plate.

Waiters and owners go about their business quietly and quickly, and there are empty glasses on every table waiting to be collected and cleared.

Nothing but madness tonight.

Bar owners know that looters are not going to move tenants.

Because these people are more dangerous than traders, and those who can settle in Ambera Ice Harbor are basically innocent, and a few tattoos are the most dangerous symbols in the northern border.

"Keep an eye on the door, we're always ready to close."

The boss stopped the waiter who was running errands, and began to tell him that he planned to clear the inventory, and then closed the door and waited for the storm to pass.

The residents of Ambera Ice Harbor believe that:
As long as those in power come back, no matter how chaotic the situation is, it will calm down.

Life can continue as usual, as long as you take care of the business in front of you.

"Are you listening to me?"

The bar owner picked up the waiter's collar, blowing his beard and preparing to reprimand him.

The apprentice panicked and quickly explained his attention. He pointed to the row of blue crystal lamps on the side of the store and said, "Boss, it seems that she...has never changed the cups."

"Huh? Let me see."

The burly man let go of his staff.

He looked towards the quieter side of the bar.

The people sitting there were all more elegant nobles. This group of guys subconsciously separated from the traders, and the accompanying bodyguards were also fully armed.

Although he was also facing the problem of survival, he seemed much calmer.

There is a very luxurious revolving bar in the middle of the bar. In the past, this was the most attractive place for customers. Those handsome men and women showed their charm, attracting the opposite sex to sit down and have a good chat.

But on such a thrilling night...

The crystal lamp was dim, the round table was lifeless, and beside the expensive bar, there was only one female customer sitting.

She propped her arms and stared at the empty glass in front of her, neither calling nor moving.

The boss is watching, not only him, but also several wealthy lords in the aristocratic circle are also staring at this lady.

After a while, someone finally stood up.

It was an aristocrat from a certain city-state, with an exquisite waistcoat and high boots, an expensive fur draped over his back, and a cane wrapped in precious metal.

He walked to the bar and raised his hand gracefully.

The servant came forward to pay the drink and tip.

The nobleman pressed the bottom of the glass, pushed the glass towards the woman smoothly, and asked in a respectful and polite tone:

"Excuse me, are you a captain?"

The barkeeper raised an eyebrow.

He stood by the door frame, doubting his ears. Many people around him shut their mouths and turned their heads when they heard this soft greeting.

Now the captain in the port is the king in the wilderness.

The beast sailboats of this group of people can be priced by the inch, and people can be stuffed on the deck like cattle until the load exceeds the standard, or the captain earns enough coins.

When the woman heard the question, she finally made a move.

She took a deep breath, recovered from the long daze, changed her posture and raised her feet, not paying attention to the noble next to her.

The man didn't lose heart either, and instead put two bags of gold coins on the table.

He opened the bag, and the jewels inside were very expensive, and there were also very precious magic materials, which were enough to show his sincerity and strength.

The woman tilted her head slightly.

She didn't look at the purse, but squinted at the rich man's face, and said something in a very soft and gentle voice.

"roll."

(End of this chapter)