The Game of Demon Hunter

Originally the core area of ​​Port Anthony, the port area is the lifeblood of the entire city. It is impossible to allow the poor to wander here, let alone set up tents and simple shacks.

But with the support of the paladins, no officials or nobles want to come here to make trouble. In less than a month, four officers have been arrested and convicted by the paladins.

The soldiers below were even more miserable. Every time they saw a paladin haunting them, they would go around far away, and the management of the port area was basically in a state of stocking.

The continuous gathering of the poor has obviously affected the normal order of the port area. Traffic jams and garbage accumulation have made the workers working in the port area miserable.

The fishermen who secretly drive small fishing boats to fish nearby often collide with merchant ships. Because of the paladins, the sea merchants who occasionally turn into pirates in the open sea will generally calm down and compensate some of the money to the fishermen.

This kind of behavior quickly rose among the poor, and Porcelain Porcelain became a professional business. In just a few weeks, a tight organization was formed.

Marx has been watching with cold eyes. On the one hand, he saw the poor people struggling to survive, and on the other hand, he also saw the inferiority of these people.

They need education and guidance. Only labor is the ultimate solution to all poverty. The reason why there are so many chaos is that some people always think about getting something for nothing, or getting more with less work.

The nobles in the city are constantly complaining that the long-term stationing of the paladins requires them to carefully prepare a banquet every day, so as to prevent the paladins' fragile hearts from being stimulated by extravagant decorations.

Not to mention that young nobles can no longer ask for flowers. Last week, a baron's son was arrested by passing paladins for molesting the bakery owner's daughter and sentenced to five years in prison.

It's useless to ask for mercy, people are still throwing stones on the paladin's private land outside the city, and the old baron almost hanged himself because of this.

Antoine is now living a life of an ascetic monk every day, and the business share in the port area is declining day by day. The huge transaction volume originally generated by cooperating with pirates disappeared as the relationship between Antoine and pirate Mama deteriorated. Coupled with the reasons for the paladins, the transaction volume of this quarter is only one-third of that of the previous quarter.

The share of the noble council cannot be reduced, and the subordinate nobles complain every day that their business has been affected. Don't you know that the biggest sufferer is Antoine, the fat man himself.

He was beginning to miss the witcher now.

The cooperation between smart people and smart people is always pleasant, because both parties will leave enough benefits for each other with a tacit understanding.

But the Paladin Legion is different. They don't talk about benefits, they only talk about faith. Worldly wealth is meaningless to them.

Antoine rubbed his temples, and felt that his weight had dropped to a new level, and his hairline had receded to the dangerous line in great strides.

"Slap!" A live fish was thrown into the study, and Antoine was so frightened that he rolled over and fell under the desk.

He has practiced this movement for a long time, and it has already achieved initial results.

"Who?" Antoine's small eyes peeked out from behind the desk, carefully scanning the study room, only to see a corner of his daughter's skirt hanging outside the door.

"Juliet!" Antoine wiped the sweat from his brow: "I see you! Come out! I know you want to go out, but it's useless to scare Dad! I don't agree with you being with that poor man! Unless he Can come up with one million, no, half a million, forget it, one hundred thousand gold coins!"

"Dad, look at that fish. Max said you'd better find out. It's the main source of food for ordinary people in the city." Juliet refused to show up, and said to Antoine while hiding outside the door: "Marx also said , You'd better tell the people in the church about this matter."

Antoine looked at the struggling fish on the ground with some doubts. He didn't know what the mystery was, and soon his eyes widened.

The fish that had been struggling on the floor for a long time seemed to have finally lost its strength and succumbed to the air, but as some tiny tentacles on the gills of the fish stretched out and continuously secreted mucus, the fish seemed to regain its vitality.

As a coastal city, the nobles seldom eat seafood. They feel that it is the food of the fishermen and it is not suitable to appear on the table of the nobles.

And the paladins and priests of the church are even more extraordinary, and they rarely eat seafood.

Antoine couldn't even remember the last time he saw a live fish, but he was sure that those little tentacles should not be what the fish should grow.

These little tentacles reminded him of some not-so-good memories. The last bloodline of the Anthony family, the appearance of the little Earl Anthony after he took refuge in Chaos has always been a nightmare in Antoine's heart.

"This..." Antoine pointed at the fish on the ground and said tremblingly, "Isn't it what I thought?"

"Marx said that you can't solve this problem. It's best to hand it over to Mr. Richard directly. If you can't see Mr. Richard, let the Paladin Expeditionary Army handle it." Juliet showed half of her face and looked at Antoine, somewhat He said worriedly: "Father, Marx said that there are ordinary people in Antony Grand Port City who are using this kind of fish as food."

"I see." Antoine's face was pale, but he calmed down: "This matter is not something you should get involved in. Forget about it."

After a pause, Antoine said again: "I repeat, don't associate with that poor man in the future, unless he has 100,000 gold coins!"

Looking at the fish on the ground, the fat man added: "Maybe he is a superhuman, I can also consider the relationship between you two."

The fat man called the guards, wrapped the fish tightly in cotton cloth, prepared a carriage and went all the way to the castle of the original retribution outside the city.

Pastor Richard closed the Temple of War God, and no one has been seen for several weeks. Antoine knew that he didn't have that much face, so he went directly to the commander of the Paladin Legion, Dale Seaworth.

However, he was doomed to be disappointed, because Dale Seaworth had already brought most of his fleet along the sea to pursue the Retribution Chapter.

What he didn't know was that at this time, the pirate queen Mama was less than half a day away from the port where the retribution warband stopped.

"Are you sure the things in their hands are worth that much money?" Mama sat on her Iron Throne. Ever since she captured the black ship, she has regarded the Scarlet Shroud as her new flagship.

The big black ship and the black Iron Throne are more harmonious, which makes Mama very satisfied.

"I'm sure..." The man who was hung on the wooden shelf replied weakly