Whispers of the Gods

Chapter 77 Guntar III (3)

"Noven, Guntar, you guys!"

Captain Miharis Nasoro stood at the bow, stepped on the barrel with his left foot, waved his hands and shouted to them, "Come here!"

Unlike Guntar, who was poorly dressed when he met at the port of Madkalin, Miharis Nasoro wore a long loose black linen coat with a star-patterned leather vest, tied with a belt, A hatchet hung from his waist, and he wore high brown boots on his legs.

When they got behind the captain, Miharis Nasoro turned around.

"We docked at the Candlelight Wharf of Starfall City. Before passing through the Starfall Strait, our ship and our people must be inspected by the soldiers of the Holy Palacis Empire."

Miharis Nasoro said, "Let the other guards prepare the goods and cooperate with the soldiers to count."

"We just passed through the Xingyun Strait on the way, why should we accept their inspection?" Guntar was puzzled.

"That's the price of the passage," replied the captain, "not only to check the cargo for contraband, but also to charge a sum of one-tenth of their total value.

Their fleet is north of Starfall City and west of Bordina. Without their permission, no one can cross the Starfall Strait. "

"This is nothing but robbery!" Guntar exclaimed in amazement, "They have no right to do this!"

"Who said that Starfall City is not ours now?" Calvi Campbell said, "Our ancestors lost their fleet and lost their imperial capital. Just get used to it, and it's not your money they paid. "

"People in the Holy Empire are slave traders, they can do anything." Farrow said disdainfully.

"Don't say that in front of them when they're on board," Calvi Campbell teased Farrow, "and we won't be able to save you when they take you into slavery!"

"I'm not that stupid!" Farrow retorted angrily.

Besides him, Farrow, Calvi Campbell, and Novin Zoland, there were four other guards on the Wanderer.

After the merchant ship stopped at the candlelight pier, they arranged the goods and waited for the soldiers of the Holy Empire to step down from the deck.

"These shit apostates, I shit on the faces of their sages."

The guard, Arnold Palchi, spat on the ship's deck, "I really can't bear to see their arrogance."

Arnold Parchi, who seems to be in his 30s, has bronze skin, a bald head, a bare chest, a pair of big black eyes, and a big messy beard under a flat nose. Guntar can imagine it just by looking at it. It smells of ale, vomit, rat urine, and bacon on it.

"I thought you were used to it by now," said Guntar.

"Are you used to being fucked dryly from behind?" Arnaud Parch spat. "They look the same as us, speak the same language, but are superior because of their different beliefs. I'm not used to that." kind of insulting."

"Oh, shut up, Arnold." said the guard Mansfield Dredd, "don't get us into trouble, I'm just a mercenary hired to be a guard, and I don't want to give my life to you here."

Mansfield Dredd was a thin man, wrapped in loose beige linen like a shroud.His brown eyes always avoid other people's eyes. At first, Guntar thought he was shy, but later realized that it was because his eyes were originally crooked.

"Don't worry, they look completely different from you, because you look like a forest man." Calvi Campbell said with a grin.

"What kind of bullshit forest people," Arno Palchi smacked his lips, "how could I look like those wild boars?"

Guntar didn't pay much attention to it before, but after hearing what Arnaud Palchi said, he does look a bit like a wild boar he had seen in the jungle, but there is no hair on his head.

Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps above their heads, and the wooden deck was creaked.

The guards exchanged glances, closed their mouths, and stood on both sides of the stairs, and the sailors continued to sit in their rowing seats, because they did not block the passage in the middle.

The soldier in full armor took the lead and walked down the wooden steps from the deck. He should be the captain of this group of soldiers.He wore a suit of plate armor painted blue and gold, streaked with gold like streaks of sunlight.

The captain wears a fully enclosed sharp-winged helmet, with only a slit exposed for eyes to peek into the outside world.

His right hand is placed on the handle of the saber at his waist. From the point of view of craftsmanship, his set of armor is no less than the armor of the Amber Knight.

The soldiers behind him were wearing steel pot helmets and chain mail just like the guards I saw on the pier just now, and the outermost was a blue and yellow sleeveless jacket.

The soldier captain waved his hand, signaling for the soldiers behind him to start inspecting the goods.

Listening to the pleasant creaking sound of his armor with every movement of his body, Guntar somewhat missed the time when he wore the steel plate armor of the Amber Knight and participated in the martial arts competition in Black Peak Castle.

The soldiers opened the wooden box roughly and flipped through the goods inside.

The silk, gemstones and ring jewelry processed in Madkalin, the parchment of Dragon’s Rest, the salt of Midell, and some Vigrich gold coins, the trade commodities involved by Mr. Arrowyn Sfrench are really Not a lot.

The captain, Miharis Nasoro, also walked down the plank, with a smile on his rough black and yellow cheeks, looking at the routine rude behavior of the soldiers of the Holy Empire.

"Captain, salt may be bought and sold freely in the Hastza Empire, but in the Holy Palacis Empire, the trade of salt belongs to the church." The leading guard captain said in a muffled voice through his helmet, "You should know that, right?"

"Of course, of course." Miharis Nasoro said awkwardly, "Our ship will go to the savannah, and will not stop at the port of the Holy Empire except to abide by your inspection."

The captain gave a satisfied "hmm" and inspected the cabin arrogantly, as if he was the owner of the Wanderer.

"Oh, that's a nice sword."

His eyes fell on the long sword pinned to Guntar's waist through the eye slit of the helmet, "Where did you get it? From a dead knight or nobleman?"

"I am a knight, an Amber Knight."

Guntar hid his "eyes" behind his back, stared at the captain of the guard and said every word.

"Bullshit, what kind of knight would come to do such a bad job as a mercenary?" The captain of the guard looked up into his eyes and said disdainfully, "I still believe you are a pirate, because you look like a pirate wearing this blindfold."

"I will never become a pirate, because I will not rob other people's things." Guntar's words contained hints.

"Hey, so you think we are pirates?" The captain of the guard laughed, "Master Knight really thinks highly of himself."

(End of this chapter)