"Yes, sir, I can imagine how dazzling the gold and silver you have harvested." Tax Officer Dassival glanced at the generous gentleman and said hesitantly: "Do you mind lifting your mask and letting us know you sir? You know, this is our duty! Of course, it's okay if you are inconvenient. We can completely guarantee that you can be unobstructed in this city!"

"Yes, sir, we can definitely guarantee this!" Preman stopped his companion's words with his eyes and hurriedly promised that it seemed that the charm of money was indeed extraordinary.

"Sorry, Mr. Tax Officer, you know, many tribes in Central Asia have different customs, so are my tribes. My mask has not been taken off in front of outsiders since I was born. Although I know you are in a difficult situation, I hope to be considerate. Of course, I will compensate you in other ways." The merchant said, and took out two gold coins again. In the eyes of the two tax officials, these two gold coins are so dazzling in the sun, especially the one that is about to belong to him.

"When, of course, I respect everyone's customs. This is the minimum politeness to people. Of course we don't mind!" Preman's excited voice trembled a little, but his actions of collecting money were not slow at all, and so were his companions. They were all happy. Two gold coins in the past, I don't know how much time they had to take to get such a large number.

"Sir, we believe what you said. If you say there is no cargo on the ship, there is absolutely nothing. Now you can get off the ship and live in this bustling small town at any time. Of course, if you have any trouble, you can come to us at any time. Nothing can stump us here unless it is treason or war. That's just a joke, haha!" Dassival made a gesture to invite the other party to get off the ship, which means that the merchant and his crew had gained the power to stay in the city for a short time.

"Thank you for the help of the two tax officials. My name is Balier. I think we will become good friends, right?" The merchant said, then turned around and distributed a few silver coins to the crew behind him. It seemed that he was a generous and used to being a good man. He only gave pocket money enough money to hire people as salary.

He whispered a few words from the crew, and then followed the two tax officials away from their ships and walked out of the port.

"Why are there so many beggars? And they seem to be your fellow countrymen?" As soon as he walked out of the port, the merchant Baril suddenly asked.

"No, most of them are not our compatriots, although we have the same color of gentlemen, they are from other countries!" Preman looked at the beggars who were looking at the port with serious contempt in his eyes, and answered directly in a sure tone.

"You know, the entire route back to the continent has been cut off. Unless you detour the Chinese Empire, this long journey will turn a rich man into a poor man. No one will choose such a path. If they want to continue living, they must have gold coins, right? There is no free lunch in this world, and the cessation of the route has caused them to lose their jobs directly. It will be like this in a few months." Dasseval shrugged and explained indifferently. He just habitually turned a blind eye to the beggars all over the street.

"Okay, thank you two gentlemen. I think I have to go to the city to relax, find out if there is a suitable source of goods, and then determine where your next destination is. See you two respected Mr. Tax Officers!"

"I wish you a pleasant journey. If you have any difficulties, you can come to the port to find us at any time. Dear Mr. Balier!"

The merchant Balier seemed very satisfied with the white beggars all over the streets, and walked past them deliberately, but it seemed that the smell was too strong that he had to distance himself. Give him a charity? Then don’t think about it!

"Is this me?" Until he came to a big notice, the photo of a black man had been poured in the rain and lost its original clear picture.

Yes, this is Baragan who escaped from Central Asia. He was not dead. Even if the 800,000 monster army with him died, he could survive.

"According to this notice, even if I show my true face, they will not want to catch me. The noble master is still so stupid!" Baragan still despised the continental countries that had enslaved them before as usual.

Standing in front of the notice, he muttered softly, then turned his eyes and muttered:

"Damn monsters, I know that the massacre was blood-red and the eyes were full of blood and lost my mind. It made a group of tribe natives with cold weapons wipe out the entire army. It was stupid, stupid, and it made me hide and wander around like a rat. I really regret being this intelligence officer and a great demon empire. It was almost the same as the "Idiot Empire" composed of ordinary idiots. If it was great, I would not be beaten up by the army of the Chinese Empire!"

Balagan had reason to complain. He only enjoyed a good life for a while since he sent back the information, and then fled everywhere. Although there was an army of 800,000, he was afraid that the pursuers of the Chinese Empire would go wherever they were desolate and not live a good life for a day. The thing that was repeated every day was to watch the monsters arrive at the ground, clear the ground, and then there was a crazy carnival, which was repeated like this.

If you slaughter, you will slaughter. What should I do if I waste the ammunition I finally brought out? The original firearms army became an army that could only pick up cold weapons again, and reduced their strength by 90%. They were foolishly fighting with the cavalry who emerged from somewhere. Knowing the strength of the opponent's cold weapons war, no matter how he dissuaded it, it would be useless.

"My devil is here, okay, I don't believe in you, it's just a habitual name. Don't mind, even if I hear my prayers, I'll pretend I didn't hear it. Why did I never know that there are such a barbaric tribes in this world, holding bows and swords like puppets, and only know where the terrifying enemy who killed people came from?" Baragan was always wondering about this question, because since he escaped, he had never heard or seen the existence of this tribe.

"If these idiots were led by the idiot empire, I would never have a good ending. Even if General Alexa was wise, so what if he was wise? Even if he was the same in the future, where should I go? It seems that except for the annoying continent, there are only monster empires and Huaxia empires. Should I admit my fate and go to the Chinese empire to confess my sins? No, the 'Great Balagan' is not so stupid. It seems that they will not have any sympathy for alien criminals! Go to South Asia?" When I thought of the South Asian continent that I just left, Balagan rejected this suggestion in my heart, because there was only one who could become a inferior person again. No matter how much wealth he had or his personal excellent abilities could not bring him any help.
Chapter completed!