Bright Era

Papa Pompeii is an old native of Dunelker Harbor. He doesn’t know how many generations ago his ancestors have been living in Dunelker. His family has witnessed Dunerker’s transformation from a small fishing village where birds do not **** to the first of the empire. The three major ports and all the historical events of the only ice-free port in the northern part of the empire.

When he was young, Papa Pompeii used to be brave. He worked as a porter at the dock for two years. Then, because of his two fists, he was absorbed into a violent gang of porters. Naturally, just like the life experience almost necessary for all brave young men in Dungee, Pompeii, who has a good pair of water, became a little pirate.

Following the old captain wandering at sea for a few years, after a few years, the wind and waves went to big bowls of meat and big bowls of wine, and the wonderful days of changing girls every night, just like other brave and fierce fellows, Papa Pompeii met a girl he really loved. As a result, the pirate Pompeii disappeared, and Dunelke had an uncle Pompeii who opened a tavern. As the years passed, Uncle Pompeii became the old Pompeii.

Papa Pompeii, who once liked to speak with his fists and daggers, now has three sons who like to make troubles more than he did. Obviously, it is impossible for his tavern to be inherited by three rebellious sons separately. That tavern can support one family, but it cannot support three families.

Papa Pompeii didn't want two of his three sons to follow their own old roads, discussing life in the sea, and maybe one day they would be killed in some sea area and thrown into the sea like garbage to feed fish.

So Papa Pompeii took out all his savings, including all the profits he earned from fighting at sea for nearly ten years, and all the income his tavern brought him over the decades, totaling 10,000 golden pieces. gold. All his savings were invested in the Trident Whale Hunting Company by the father of Pompeii desperately, and invested in the whale hunting ship Sea Windmill under construction.

Gloriously became a minority shareholder of a whale hunting company. Daddy Pompeii waited for two years in anxiety, and the windmill on the sea was finally completed and launched. In this year's whale hunting season, if the windmill on the sea gains some gains, all shareholders can recover their costs with just one harvest, and in the future, all its profits will become the net profits of shareholders.

Papa Pompeii's plan is simple and simple. The cost is recovered in the first year, and then every year, the profit equivalent to his total input cost falls into his pocket. After deducting the taxes handed over to the empire, he will have a total asset of nearly 100,000 gold coins in ten years, which is enough for him to find a good plot of land in Dunerker and open a large-scale inn.

A small tavern cannot feed three sons and their future family, but a small tavern plus a good-sized inn can feed five sons and their families more than enough. Papa Pompeii wants his sons to behave well and stop following the same way he was when he was young and frivolous.

Early in the morning, when someone at the port heard rumors that a windmill on the sea was entering the port, Daddy Pompeii hurried to the port. He was very surprised why the windmill on the sea would come back today. According to the whale hunting plan, he will not be able to return to Hong Kong until at least seven days.

Could it be that this year's luck is particularly good, and the windmill on the sea hit a good harvest as soon as it left the port?

Or maybe the luck is too bad, is there any trouble with the windmill on the sea?

Embracing anxious thoughts, Papa Pompeii waited quietly among the crowd. As a result, when the sea windmill parked in the berth, Pompeii's father saw the huge hole on the huge wheel's **** at first glance. It was split by external force, and the surrounding steel plates showed cracks and melting marks.

Papa Pompeii's eyes suddenly blacked out, is this ship in big trouble?

Papa Pompeii seemed to see his ten thousand gold coins were giving birth to ten thousand pairs of cute little wings, flopping away from him. He seemed to see his three sons swinging large axes and machetes to rob merchant ships at sea, and then the escorted mercenaries shot them into hedgehogs with bows and crossbows.

Although I have never seen such a miraculous creature as a hedgehog, this does not prevent Daddy Pompeii from imagining what it should look like-the three sons all covered with arrow shafts piled together, they should be like hedgehogs. The perfect interpretation of biology.

There was a sweetness in his throat, and Papa Pompeii's blood brewed in his throat.

At this moment, Papa Pompeii saw Blackbeard, and saw this important figure in Dunerker. He also saw Lin Qi and Blackbeard embracing passionately, and heard Lin Qi's understatement-he and Enzo joined forces to kill a prey.

Papa Pompeii's heart suddenly tightened, a prey? If it is a narwhal, then things are not too bad. This year he can at least recover a little cost, even if the maintenance costs of the windmill on the sea are added, Papa Pompeii can still return to his tavern with a little gold coin.

But like all the anxious minority shareholders, Papa Pompeii was full of irritation towards Lin Qi. With only one prey, you actually let the windmill on the sea return, and with only one prey, you actually caused so much damage to the windmill on the sea. The cost of repairing this kind of giant wheel is very expensive. For such a large hole with a diameter of about two meters, it would cost at least tens of thousands of gold coins to repair it.

At this moment, the few happily minority shareholder representatives rushed out. They stood on the bow and lifted the golden one high, with threads on the surface, more than four meters long, and an ordinary waist rod at the bottom. Thick and thin unicorn!

That unique color, that unique thread, that is far longer than the length of an ordinary narwhal narhorn, all this tells everyone on the dock, Lin Qi and Enzo, two noble young masters, they hunted a unique King Whale!

A narwhal king whose value is ten times and twenty times the value of ordinary narwhal!

Papa Pompeii's heart was beating violently, and the blood rushed into his brain along the veins, scouring every part of his body. He embraced everyone around him enthusiastically, yelled incoherently, and waved his hands vigorously.

He seemed to see a brand new inn had been completed, he saw the beautiful and robust daughter-in-law of his three sons, and his grandchildren and granddaughters running around on the ground. Happiness came so quickly and so suddenly, the tears of Pompeii's father rolled down, and he looked up to the sky with a long smile: "Master Lin Qi, Master Enzo, they are really..."

Father Pompeii, who lacks words, hesitated for a while, and suddenly shouted: "Master Lin Qi, Master Enzo, you are the men of men!"

The dignitaries on the wharf roared with laughter, and they nodded in admiration. This is really too appropriate.

Lin Qi and Enzo kept bowing and saluting to the frenetic crowd around them, everyone was firmly wrapped in a happy atmosphere.

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