Movie World I Am A King

Just when the tax officer was about to turn around and run quickly to ask which ship was about to leave the port, a rude voice interrupted his movements.

"You blood-sucking leech, why are you detaining our goods?" Along with the voice, a middle-aged man in shabby linen clothes appeared behind the tax officer, with an aggrieved expression on his face. "We have paid all the taxes and berthing fees in accordance with the regulations, why should our goods be detained?"

"You bastard...beautiful lady, don't listen to him talking nonsense here..." The tax officer looked at the strong man who spoke strange Spanish in front of him with an anxious expression on his face. He really didn't want to meet him at this time. This guy... You know, the people sitting in the carriage are all nobles, at least one member of the royal family, and at least one great nobleman.

But at this juncture, he was blocked by this guy in front of him... Ma Dan's, it's really a bad time...

In fact, of course the tax officer knew this guy. This guy was a businessman from Romania, but the goods he sold slightly overlapped with a businessman from his own country. Temporarily seizing the cargo... the tax collector did exactly that.

But now, this guy is embarrassing himself in front of members of the royal family... Obviously, this is planning to make things big.

You must know that the port tax officer is a fat job. If his uncle hadn't been the housekeeper of Earl Sith's house for more than 20 years, he wouldn't be able to take this position...

Now he is most afraid that the nobleman in the carriage will intervene in this matter on a whim, and then he will die... He is only a relative of the earl's housekeeper, not the earl's relative, and a word from a nobleman can ruin the life of a small man like him. future……

However, what the tax official is afraid of...

Facing this strong man who came out to make trouble, Debra seemed to be a little interested. "You, are you Romanian?"

"Yes... Your Excellency..." Hearing Debra's question, the middle-aged man hastily bowed to salute. A smug look flashed across his eyes as he looked at the ground...

That's right, he deliberately waited for this opportunity to question the tax official, not for anything else, but for the goods he was impounded... You know, the saying that time is money is very important to sea merchants like them...

He didn't want to waste any more time at the port... If this continued, he would lose everything.

"What is your impounded cargo?" Debra then asked.

"Yes..." The middle-aged man was about to speak, but was interrupted again by Debra. "Forget it, you don't need to tell me what the goods are, just tell me how much pistol it's worth!"

"Yes, my lord... The goods I have seized are worth two hundred pistoles..." The middle-aged man replied respectfully.

Pistor is a Spanish gold coin, and its value is quite high. Let's put it this way, 40 pistols can make 4 nobles and their attendants live a month of banquets, and 75 pistols can make The most discerning aristocrat spends an impeccable Paris to London round trip with his valet.

"You're talking nonsense, your rags are only worth fifty pistoles at most!" Hearing what the man said, the tax officer shouted angrily.

"Okay..." Debra interrupted the tax officer, then glanced at the middle-aged man, and said, "I don't care if you're lying, now I'll give you back two hundred pistoles As long as you have a way to get the carriage behind me to your ship without any damage, and then sail into the open sea, then the two hundred pistoles are yours, if not, then I have to find someone else Already!"

"...Of course, of course, my lord!" The middle-aged man's eyes lit up when he heard Debra's words. Of course, the business of two hundred pistoles must be done, and he was very concerned about his brigantine sailing ship. Quite confident, after visually measuring the length and size of the carriage, he was very confident that his boat could hold the carriage.

"Then let's do it..." Debra smiled slightly. She had just received the approval of her master. She knew that for her master, money is not something that needs to be fussed about. Efficiency is what he wants most. of.

"Please come with me... my lord!" The middle-aged man said, taking the lead and leading the carriage towards the pier...

At the mooring point of Pier No. 3, a beautiful two-masted galleon is mooring at the berth. At the bow, there is also a statue of Poseidon.

The middle-aged man rushed to the pier and shouted towards his boat: "You slackers, there is business coming, quickly put down the pedals so that the nobleman's carriage can drive up..."

"Captain, you are back..."

"Okay, let's put the pedals on..."

Following the shout of the middle-aged man, all the crew members on the ship moved into action. Those who put the pedals put down the pedals, and those who fixed the ropes fixed the ropes... In a short time, a five-meter-wide pedal was set up between the merchant ship and the dock. It's time.

"My lord, you can board the boat now..." the middle-aged man said to Debra respectfully.

"Very good..." Debra nodded in satisfaction, then shook the reins, and the carriage was pulled by four horses and passed through the pedals.

To be honest, when the carriage got on the boat, the middle-aged man was really sweating. He was really afraid that those war horses would be frightened because they were not used to the bumps of the pedals. If the bad carriage overturned into the sea, he would be in trouble...

But fortunately, the four horses looked like they had been trained, and they didn't care at all about the bumpy pedals.

Then, there are the six knights on horses...

After placing a carriage on the entire first floor, and adding six knights on horses, there is almost no room for anyone...

Many crew members had to hide below the deck to make room for them...

On the deck, only the necessary manpower is left...

"That—my lord, you see, should you blindfold your horses... and then tie them... Otherwise, I'm afraid that once the boat sails, these horses will die because of the turbulence of the waves. Surprised..."

"No need..." Debra waved her hand, what joke, are these horses ordinary horses? To put it bluntly - these horses are second-generation nightmares, not to mention taking a boat, they can even carry their owners and fly in the air.

"Then...well then..." Since Debra insisted not to cover the horse's eyes, the middle-aged man as the captain can only let it go...he is a nobleman, he is a big boss...he is rich and The right... Why does he order others?

"set sail--!"

Following a middle-aged man's cry, an agile sailor rushed to the pier, untied the ship's cables, and jumped back onto the ship with a light jump...the sails on both masts were lowered , With the help of the wind, the merchant ship slowly left the shore...

PS: The third chapter has been updated, and today's update is complete.