Yin Hong

The city of Jerez in the setting sun seems to be shrouded in a veil of dancers from the Western Regions. Soon, the afterglow of the evening embracing the clouds in the sky will engulf the entire sky as if stained with blood, and will surround people with the last A ray of light also pulled down, like a trapped beast imprisoned in the thorns, struggling to draw countless deep wounds on his body, and pouring blood on the demon that took his life - it seems that only this way Only the picture of the sky can be worthy of the brilliant colors that can be seen now.

People in the city are still in panic. They are afraid of the darkness after nightfall, the group of thugs who forsake humanity lurking in corners they don't know, and the things they think they should be afraid of.

Yawen stood at the door of the chamber of commerce, and the light that had not yet faded spread over his body, reflecting his graceful silhouette, shining like a godfather and priest standing in front of the cross.

"Welcome back, respected Mr. Bonardi Duran." The waiting waiter in the Chamber of Commerce opened the hard and thick door for him, and welcomed him in.

"You don't need to receive me deliberately." Yawen raised his hand to reject the waiter's coming over to take his coat. He smiled gently, but he didn't intend to greet me deliberately, "Your employer is Andre Leovi Mr. Si, in the sense of work, I am also his hired subordinate, go and take care of your business."

"Then please take care of yourself, sir." The waiter withdrew his hands and stood at the door again to receive the next important guest.

In terms of recruiting people, Catherine's ability is almost impeccable. Her well-known reputation and approachable personality make it easy to find some talents who are willing to follow the Wilken Chamber of Commerce, not to mention the name and reputation of the Leovis family. What Andre has achieved in recent years.These achievements are even unbelievable in the eyes of outsiders. They are miracles that no one has achieved at such a young age.

They even got the tacit approval of the royal nobles. As long as the bottom line is not exceeded, the Wilken Chamber of Commerce can almost do whatever it wants, because their behavior of going out to sea for business can bring beauty and luxury to the nobles on some levels. To bring great benefits, as long as it does not affect the normal exchanges and transactions between countries, the king actually does not mind so much the bridges built between nationals of various countries.

Yawen asked about everyone's situation along the corridor, and after briefly explaining the situation outside to Andre, he went to the market.He is the navigator of the ship, and he can't play any role when he is in the town, so most of the time he idles around and entertains himself. The above is boring transaction information.

He even thought the gossip from all directions would be more interesting.The bazaar is the center of the riot, so maybe when helping to tidy up the chaotic place, you may see some scenes that you would never have the chance to see normally.

The first moment he entered the market, he saw Mochi Leovis standing solemnly in an open space, directing his subordinates to help the soldiers.Yawen walked over at a faster pace, stood beside him and saluted, "Good evening, Uncle Moqi."

The respected but stiff-faced owner of the manor was concentrating on observing the situation in the market. He only nodded slightly in agreement after Yawen greeted him, and there was no other reaction.

Yawen knew that this big man who was no longer young and his son Andre had almost the same character carved out of the mold, so he smiled steadily, and it was the end of this paragraph that could not go on, and it was not even possible. Started the conversation.

He turned his eyes to the messy market center and shook his head slightly.

Almost all the bamboo baskets that were placed on the side of the road were overturned on the ground. Countless fruits and vegetables rolled out of the baskets and scattered on the road. Some were still intact, but some had been crushed into tiny pieces. , can only barely identify the types of these fruits and vegetables, but it has been a complete waste of the labor of the workers on the farm for several months.A woman who sells fruit is picking up some lucky fruits from the ground with a bag that have not yet suffered a catastrophe. Her face is pale and haggard, full of sorrow, and still vaguely remnants of previous fear and anxiety. Helpless, this appearance made her wrinkled face even older, and even her sideburns could turn gray in an instant.

The surroundings of the butcher's shop were even more indescribable. All the fresh raw meat was plundered away, and the rest that could not be taken away were thrown on the ground by those brutal people. It seemed that they were even trampled on indifferently. Blood was splashed out and sprinkled on the ground, as if it was still breathing heavily.The owner of the shop was helplessly hiding in the shadows under the nearby eaves, his lips were trembling slightly, his hands and feet were shaking non-stop, and he couldn't even regroup his thoughts for the time being.

"Baby, my dear baby, be obedient and go home with your brothers first."

Yawen turned his head to look, and the young woman with curly hair was stroking the tender palm of a curious little girl. Her eyes were full of distress and sadness, but she still pushed the little girl aside. In the arms of the two slightly older boys, "Oh! My poor little ones, take your sister home. Your Uncle Leslie is waiting for you at home. Mom will be back soon. "

"Okay, Mom." One of the boys agreed, stepped forward and kissed his mother's forehead, "We'll make dinner first, and wait for you to come back."

Beside the mother and child, a few men who were not considered burly were doing their best to support a shop that was about to collapse, trying to repair this crumbling small building as soon as possible.

Yawen guessed that one of them must be the woman's husband, because the little girl shook her hand slightly before leaving, her lips moved, and she couldn't hear what she was saying, but she must be saying hello.

In addition to these scenes, there are many people lying on the ground lamenting and groaning with knife wounds on their bodies. Although they are generally wounded, they are not very serious. Not to confront the pirates head-on, or those villains still retain such a tiny bit of conscience.

Yawen thought that he might have to go to the prison to see if the nobles and the army were willing to let him go.

Catherine quickly rushed over with her people. With the help of town residents and guards, the market should be able to restore order in a short time, but it is impossible to make up for the lost property and supplies. Wen didn't read any more, and after saying goodbye to them, he chose to leave.

When he returned to the door of the Wilken Chamber of Commerce again, Andre was walking out. When he saw Yawen, he said directly, "I'm going to the prison now. If you are free, come together."

"It's just what I want." Yawen nodded, and then couldn't help laughing.

There is always a kind of tacit understanding between him and Andre, just like he almost never asks Andre's opinion on the route and method of sailing, and Andre also gives him absolute trust.And most of the time, what Andre wants to do, he happens to be happy to do.

Worth mentioning is Andre's strange yet admirable communicative ability.He looks serious and boring, and he never speaks politely, but he has countless friends from all over the world. Whether the ultimate purpose of these friends is property or pure friendship, they have given Andre a great deal of convenience—— For example, if he said that he wanted to go to prison now, he would definitely be able to find an upright reason, and then walk in through the gate with his head held high.

But this time Yawen knew the reason.The warden of the city of Jerez once asked Andre to bring some commodities he needed from the Ottoman Empire in the east, and promised to return an item of the same value to the Wilken Chamber of Commerce one day in the future, but this item may not be It has to be an item, depending on what Andre wants.

The warden was very happy when he saw Andre, and immediately agreed to Andre's request, and on the way to the prison, he made some new wishes implicitly—such as porcelain from the Oriental Kingdom and silk.

Yawen resisted the desire to laugh, and listened to their conversation with hidden meanings. It was not until he reached the prison gate that the warden put on a superior posture in front of the guards.

"This attack is indeed my negligence." When walking into the gate of the prison, the warden said so, "But I never thought that the pirates would dare to log in from the port so blatantly, and then enter the town to commit violence! It's unbelievable."

"Pirates." Andre asked blankly, "Are you sure?"

"Of course!" the warden said solemnly, "my guards saw with their own eyes that their ship rammed away a merchant ship that had been well parked at the pier, and after forcefully breaking in, one pirate after another began to attack in groups. Going to the town, the tragedy in the market is the most favorable evidence."

"So, what happened to the pool of blood floating on the sea?" Yawen asked.

"I don't know yet." The warden rubbed his chin. "We are torturing the group of pirates, but they seem to accept their fate, and they are unwilling to say anything until now. I have already planned to do it when the sun rises tomorrow morning." , and sent all of them to the gallows—oh, by the way, are you going to see it then?"

Yawen glanced at Andre.

Noticing his eyes, Andre nodded without looking sideways, "Go."

The author has something to say: I don't know why. . .Very happy to write this chapter

☆、Chapter 008