Black sails

Chapter 377 Ⅺ. Past Events in Dawn Port (1)

Sixteen years ago.

Year 1277 of the Arian calendar and year 2674 of the Holy Spirit calendar.

Four years had passed under the new ruler of Syria.

After the promulgation of the "Lords Act", the emperor carried out the greatest suppression. From then on, the centralized power of the royal court spread to various places, and all nobles, big and small, were reduced to vassals of the royal court.

The golden port located on the narrow sea, Morningside Port, has also ushered in a new life. With the frequent trade and the injection of investors' funds, many jobs have been created.

This place changed its appearance in a short period of time, from an unknown wild port to one of the first prosperous cities in Alanya.

Extremely prosperous.

The "Coinage Act" promulgated in the past few years has made the wealth of the people of Aran even higher.

The impact and disaster caused by the Witch Hunt Secret Service, even if Ogne Heinrich was tried as a war criminal, and the fear was slowly diluted over the years, the shadow he brought is still engraved in everyone's bones.

Under the emperor's intimidation, the rural warrior groups that had been formed to fight against the Secret Service were disbanded, but many people had secretly equipped their homes with weapons in case of emergencies.

It's the same thing at Micah's house.

It is a single-family eight-story duplex red-tiled building with a spire located in the central area of ​​Dawn Harbor, close to the Eternal Church. One of the floors belongs to Micah's family.

A firing matchlock gun hangs on the wall beside the burning fireplace. The furniture in the hall is not high-end, but it is quite exquisite and made by extremely skilled carpenters.

The bright light at noon in winter outside the window is completely separated from the silent dullness and darkness of the room.

The rocking chair creaked, making a sharp sound that tortured the ears. A middle-aged woman with a sad face sat on the chair, her eyes closed and one hand against her temple.

A man with sunken eyes was also pacing back and forth in the hall, seemingly a little anxious.

The sound of firewood exploding and sparks under the raging fire in the fireplace brought the space, which was already solidified by uneasiness, to freezing point.

"How much did you lose?"

Micah was the first to speak. He couldn't stand the fuss these two made.

He looks to be sixteen or seventeen years old, quite young, with three-dimensional facial features, a tall nose, and very lively gray-blue eyes. He is wearing a white shirt and a black vest, and has a pocket watch. Although his family is not rich, it is far from rich. Not poverty.

He took out the cigarette case from his pocket, shook out one, and was about to light it.

A loud slap had been thrown on his face, leaving a red mark.

The middle-aged woman withdrew her hand with trembling fingers.

"Why don't you just smoke a cigarette?"

Micah was indifferent, the burning pain on his face was not very severe, but the ring this girl was wearing scratched a little, it was really fucked.

"You are now dismissed from the school, and all the tuition you paid before has been wasted. You still have the face..."

The middle-aged woman's anger gradually subsided and she began to choke.

Micah did not go to an ordinary school, and the tuition was very high. Even with his family's financial situation, it accounted for a quarter of the total expenses.

Why Micah was fired.

It was because he stabbed a school teacher in the thigh with a dagger, and stabbed him twice. The leg was completely destroyed and became disabled. He should have been sent to the magistrate to be sentenced to three years of imprisonment after confirming the truth.

But Micah's father insisted on bailing him out based on his business relationship over the years. Of course, he also paid the disabled teacher a large amount of compensation and reached a settlement.

"I'm going to find Milk's parents and tell those gangsters not to come and fool around with you in the future."

Middle-aged women try to solve problems with their own ideas.

The so-called Milk is a well-known problem student in Chenxi Port. His family is relatively wealthy. He joined some gangs at a young age and did some deception and abduction.

Micah thinks this approach is the most retarded and a woman's way of thinking is unacceptable.

"Sister, please do it well. Milk is my little brother. Where can I put my face like this?"

Micah thought that if this woman really did this, he would be too shameless to hang out in Dawn Port.

He is the second-in-command of that gang. In fact, it can't be called a gang. It's just a small group formed by a group of students. They gather together for entertainment. With the strength of the crowd, they won't be bullied by others.

It happened that the Adventurer's Guild had also settled in Dawn Port recently. If he lost face with Milk, he was ready to run away from home and try his luck.

The middle-aged woman was furious, rubbing her temples.

"Why did you stab your teacher?"

Even though his family fortune was about to be lost, the middle-aged man remained calm. Micah also inherited Micah's hooked nose and gray-blue eyes.

Micah was very agitated.

Tired of these commanding tones, that old pervert wants to have sex with the woman he likes, why don't you teach him a lesson?

"That kind of level is not worthy of being a teacher, and it will mislead the students."

Micah gave a very upright reason, as if he was clearing away hidden dangers for Alan's education.

He mainly studied two subjects in school, history and arcane basics. Father Micah hoped that he would work in the government in the future. He judged that in the future, Aram would still be run amok by the military and police, and the emperor would be a military government. There is no way around it. If you can't beat it, then join. Only by getting involved in the government can you have a future.

With Micah's talent, if he didn't do this, he would have a chance of getting admitted to a higher university in the interior. What should he do now?

He glanced sideways at his son, who still had a hatchet hanging on his waist. No school would accept him now, so he had to find another way.

Father Micah has been in business for many years. Recently, many new hallucinogens have appeared on the market. Rumor has it that someone in the Northern Prison is reselling drugs.

It is fundamentally different from some traditional hallucinogens and has excellent psychedelic effects.

Not only that.

I heard that a plague broke out in the villages in the northern part of the empire. In the past, the disease was simply uncontrollable, but doctors from the prison came to the rescue and solved the problem.

"Maybe... I should find you a tutor and let you learn medical skills."

He judged this.

"Feel sorry?"

Micah suspected that he had heard wrongly. He hated two kinds of people the most, one was the priest and the other was the doctor. Both of them were magicians. He thought some herbal ointments were purely for bluffing people and killing them by messing around. It is better to recover naturally.

He didn't want to become a stupid piece of garbage selling herbal medicine.

"Are you mad at me? I'll forgive you. I shouldn't have stabbed someone. If I had known about it earlier, I would have killed that man. That will solve all my worries. At worst, I can go to sea and do the same business as Henid."

Micah said.

Hnid was not arrested at this time, and was still well known in the Narrow Sea area as the Narrow Sea Dragon who could stop children from crying at night.

The middle-aged woman had already started to pick up a duster and was about to whip him.

"Save it, you have so little energy, it's like you haven't eaten yet, so you have to do something."

Micah took off the ax from his waist and kicked it at the middle-aged woman's feet.

However, Micah's behavior made his father make up his mind. He must let Micah learn the new pharmacology and new traumatology that have just emerged. This is a blue ocean where few people compete. He can also change this kid. If you show off your aggressive nature, you will have more contact with outside patients in the future.

The business has been losing money recently, and now the savings are almost gone. But considering the sunk costs, there is only one way to go to the dark side.

"Okay, you can go out and hang out. You don't have to stay up all night. You have to go home at least once every three days. It's time to have some fun until I find a tutor for you. Then you have to get serious."

After his father finished speaking, he opened the money bag he carried with him, took out six silver coins, and gave them to Micah.

"Brother, you are my biological father."

Micah was so moved that he almost cried. He held up the silver coins in both hands. This amount of money can be said to be a huge sum of money for a boy of sixteen or seventeen.

"By the way, how much money did you lose?"

Micah resented this.