Book of Gods and Demons

As Joe said.

The people Hessen sent to Löfgang to assist him were too capable.

Whether it is the site selection and construction of the Everlasting Fortress, or the site selection and construction of the three forts of fish belly, fish intestine, and fish belly, or even the preparation and selection of the town hall and town council, as well as the water police team and the anti-smuggling team Reorganization, training, etc...The people sent by Hessen took care of everything in an orderly manner and without any chaos.

This is what a big family should have.

Therefore, in the permanent fortress, and the fort construction site of the nearest fish belly wharf, I turned around and stood for a while, and let a photographer from the "Port of Tulum Post" stationed in Lovegang take a few photos. After the photo, Joe took someone to the Sweet Shrimp Tavern.

Under the hospitality of the old Duo Li, Joe and a group of close friends drank some delicious cherries and played cards for a while. Joe even won a dozen silver pfennigs.

By the time of lunch, the group enjoyed a delicious seafood meal and charged the expenses to the bill of the Lofgang branch.

At less than one o'clock in the afternoon, a fast frigate hung half of its sails and dragged a large fishing boat away from the old pier of Lovegang.

Behind this medium-sized fishing boat, there are also two full-load fast frigates!

Lovegang is of extraordinary significance to Tulum Port. In the past, 90% of the smuggled goods in Tulum Port flowed in through the old port of Lovegang and the three major wharves of fish belly, fish intestine and fish belly.

The port of Tulum was the only exit of the Empire in the southern stormy ocean. Controlling Lovegang is equivalent to controlling almost all maritime smuggling in the southern part of the empire.

This represents astronomical wealth... This wealth can be handed over to the empire, or left in a place, or even put into private pockets. The specific distribution depends naturally on the Duke of Ross, Hesse, and now the Port of Tulum. How the people committee intends.

It is precisely because this represents an astronomical wealth that the Marine Police Team that has just been formed in Lofgang actually owns two old-fashioned Tier 3 battleships and supporting warships; while the anti-smuggling team in Lofgang is equipped with twelve ships. Old-fashioned fast frigate.

Whether it is the Marine Police Team or the Anti-Smuggling Team, from top to bottom, they are all Joe's members and all of the Rittal family.

And Joe, was never a too disciplined person.

Going out to fish, saying that there must be no danger, then mobilizing three fast frigates for personal protection is obviously a very reasonable and reasonable thing for Joe, who had only been shot on the street a while ago.

Less than three miles offshore.

The sun was shining brightly, the sea was blue, the breeze was blowing gently, and the small waves hit the hull, making a small noise.

The three frigates were separated by seven or eight hundred feet, lined up in the direction of the open sea.

Joe’s fishing boat was on the side facing the coast, shirtless, wearing shorts, barefooted Joe carrying a big fishing rod, and enthusiastically waving the fishing rod, he listened to the sound of'swish', and the bait was hung up. The hook was thrown by him nearly a hundred feet away.

"Fishing, I'm a master...I'm not bragging, I learned from Golkin, but then Golkin's sea fishing was not as good as me!

Joe boasted triumphantly: "When I was ten years old, I caught two hundred pounds of salmon!"

On the deck of the fishing boat, Lan Mujin put his arms around his chest and sat quietly in the shadow of the cabin door, his eyes squinted, as if dozing off.

Lan Kikyo took a fishing rod with great interest, and was busy for a while, but with the help of a sailor, he shook the fishing rod and threw the hook out.

"Seriously, I have never fished with a fishing rod." Lan Kikyo smiled brightly: "I am more accustomed to diving, hunting directly with a knife, or hunting fish by other methods... the first time."

Joe raised his brows and glanced at Lan Kikyo.

He thought of the two brothers Lan Kikyo and Lan Mujin, the mess of skills such as "survival in the wild".

With a slightly jealous curl of his lips, Joe looked at Lan Kikyo, who was holding the fishing rod nervously, and deliberately amplified his voice and laughed: "Which, who will count? By the time of dinner, who will catch the least fish...Punishment A barrel of rum!"

Fishing with a fishing rod for the first time?

At this moment, Joe's heart is full of joking malice.

Billy, who was fiddling with a large spreader, suddenly raised his head and looked at Joe with great concern: "Boss, the loser, did he fine him a barrel of rum?"

Joe Bai gave Billy a glance: "No, whoever loses, who drank a barrel of rum!"

Billy grinned in relief: "It's not a penalty for buying alcohol, but a penalty for drinking? Ah, wise boss, I very much agree with your proposal!"

"Swishwww", Billy and a few chubby policemen helped to put a set of floating hooks into the sea.

Fist-sized white buoys floated on the surface of the sea, being gently pushed by the waves to float away. There are hundreds of such buoys on the long rope, and under each buoy is a fishing line with sweet bait hanging on it.

Billy and his companions smiled sneakily.

Fishing with sea rods, how can they use this large fishing tackle to come more and faster?

On the fishing boat, Yaya Peter and a few of his companions were also a bit rusty. With the help of the sailors, they managed to throw the hook into the sea. They smiled easily and cheered each other up, but they couldn't be the hapless one who wanted to drink a barrel of rum.

Except for Billy, several chubby policemen gathered in the stern position.

There is a set of pulleys specially used to catch large fish. They hung **** fresh animal meat on a steel fish hook the size of a human head and shaped like a blooming flower, and then threw the hook into the sea.

The pulley turned, and the thumb-thin rope was quickly released, and soon it released more than a thousand feet long.

Several policemen finished their work, and a guy yelled happily: "My dear boss, the one who catches the least will be punished for drinking, then, the one who catches the most?"

Qiao stared at the buoys on the sea in the distance, and yelled, "The one who caught the most? The girl from the Sweet Shrimp Tavern, tonight, pick at will, as long as you have the strength, pick at will... Haha... to keep accounts of the scoring bureau!"

The fishing boat suddenly burst into jovial laughter, and the captain of this large fishing boat suddenly stuck his head out of the rudder compartment: "Dear Lord Joe, what about us?"

Joe waved his hand suddenly: "Everyone on the ship, including those on the frigate, come together! Haha!"

Joe smiled happily: "Then, the quota will increase. The ten people who caught the least fish will drink a bucket of rum... the ten who caught the most fish, go to Sweet Shrimp tonight. Tavern, all expenses are recorded in the scoring bureau!"

On the fishing boat, louder and louder laughter sounded.

The captain of the fishing boat climbed to the mast enthusiastically, waved two signal flags, and quickly waved the flag to the frigate hundreds of feet away.

On the masts of the three frigates, the sailors in charge of watching raised the signal flags in their hands at the same time, and sent back the flag for questioning.

The captain of the fishing boat quickly made an affirmative and firm answer.

As a result, from a distance, laughter and shouts came from the three frigates at the same time, and the marine policemen who had been lazily standing on the deck basking in the sun were all busy.

On Joe’s fishing rod, there was a sudden burst of force, and Joe’s eyes widened suddenly, and he laughed with joy: "Haha, here I am, a little cutie has taken the bait, oh, oh, it should be a big one. , Big guy... prepare to dip the net, dip the net..."

The two sailors ran over quickly with a dip net. Joe was about to fight the bait fish, when Laplace's shrill voice suddenly sounded.

"Dear Crimson... Oh, poor Laplace, I have been waiting for your call these days! And you haven't!"

"I know, you have a very cute, very charming traveler's check... the numbers on it are very shocking!"

"You haven't thought about it, exchange it for jingling gold coins, or swipe the croaking banknotes together, and then...get some valuable knowledge from me?"

"Since you got this lovely and charming traveler's check, I have been waiting for your call, and you have been wasting your life! See what you are doing? As Crimson, you are fishing! You are fishing!"

Joe was frightened by the sudden voice of Laplace, he slammed hard, and with a ‘click’, the fishing rod in his hand was smashed to pieces by him. The big fish that had already caught the bait made a fierce move, and immediately fled with the broken fishing rod.

"Oh! No! My little cutie!" Joe shouted angrily!

"Oh! Sorry! Your fish ran away... Then, do you want to think about it? That check has been lying lonely and empty in your chest pocket for half a month!"

Joe's face was a bit ugly. He looked at the powder remaining on the fishing rod in his hand and sighed heavily: "Another fishing rod... let me think about it~www.ltnovel.com~ think about it..."

A small boat with a length of only 20 feet and a single-mast boat that can only accommodate four or five people, with full sails, drove towards this side from the direction of Tulum Port in the east.

The plenipotentiary special envoy of the Ice Sea Kingdom, Sherlock, who is tall and thin, **** like Joe, wearing a pair of shorts, holding a delicate small pipe, holding a thin fishing rod, standing peacefully on the bow of the boat.

As the boat approached quickly, Sherlock let out a smoke ring comfortably and greeted Joe from a distance.

"Aha, I didn't expect to be able to meet here... Your Excellency Joe, how did you gain?"

Joe's face twitched, and he shook his hand on the fishing rod he had just replaced, and said dryly to Sherlock: "The kind Muteste is here. It's a coincidence that you are... Ah, Her Excellency Sherlock, I really didn’t expect that a big man like you would have time...why, it’s a good harvest!"

At Sherlock's feet, there was a large wooden barrel with seven or eight marine fishes more than one foot long and two feet long struggling.

Joe looked a little jealously at the marine fish in the wooden barrel, and then curled his lips. It was just seven or eight marine fish.

Sherlock's boat approached, and he laughed loudly, "It has been calm recently, so I'm taking a break... Your Excellency, why not let it be together? Your boat is really good."

Sherlock glanced over the large fishing boat more than 120 feet in length at Joe's feet, and then passed the three fast frigates in the distance, and the corners of his mouth twitched fiercely.

After a while, Sherlock stood beside Joe and threw the hook out.

"His Excellency Joe, in Donglu's words... we are really destined, huh?!"

Joe was dumbfounded, then gave Sherlock a blank glance.