European Emperor Cultivation System

Chapter 43 Negotiations
"Head, there is a nobleman on the shore who wants to talk to us." A sailor with a turban staggered into the door, obviously still not used to the rough sailing.

The leader of the pirates sat calmly on the barrel, with his legs crossed proudly, but he was dressed like an aristocrat, unlike other sailors who wrapped their hair in turbans, their golden hair was natural If it wasn't for the tangy smell of dried salted fish in the cabin that ruined the beauty, it would really be no different from the nobles in the city.

"Let him in, let's have a good talk." The pirate leader put his newspaper fork on the wooden table with a calm expression.

After a while, Baron Conte was ushered in.

"Dex, I didn't expect it was you." Conte was shocked when he saw Dix in the room.

"Nupi Kangte, long time no see." Dexter was not excited at all, but put his head on the side and held it on his hand.

Conte was obviously over-excited. Since he was an old acquaintance, he didn't have to be so cautious. He just moved the wooden board from the side and made do with his seat.

"Dex, I'm here to negotiate peace with you. How about it? Do you have a will?" Dix pushed the table away with a look of disgust, so that the guy's mouth wouldn't come over.

"What's the condition." Dexter directly asked his subordinates to get two salted fish and spread them on the table. Compared with the foul smell of Kante, Dexter would rather breathe the fragrance from the ocean.

Conte didn't expect things to go so smoothly, so he took out a finger and gestured, and then opened it into a slap.

"The monthly tax burden of the territorial merchant is 500 soles, how about it? Think about it." Conte had no scruples at all, just negotiating the price like an old friend.

Dex rubbed his eyes, then turned his head to look at the two heavy boxes behind him, without saying a word.

"Anyway, you haven't gained much in the past few days. This good deal is sure to make a profit." Now it was Kante's turn to be anxious. Seeing Dex's behavior, he began to brag again, and Dix's face was full of disgust. .

"Come on, don't talk about useless things. It's been a long time since the past and I keep talking about it. Now that I'm the Viscount of England, I don't want to pay any more attention to your nonsense." Dex was impatient. , waved away.

"Dex, we have gambled together before, and we are old friends now. This matter can't just be so dirty."

Dexter, however, was as gloomy as coal, "Come on, you lose money every time and call me to support the game. Let me tell you, you have to show sincerity in this matter, let alone this number. "

Dexter took out his hand and gestured again, and Conte was also thinking about it in his heart.

"If 1000 Sol is the last bottom line for Sir Mene, isn't it? If you follow this price, you will have nothing to earn." Conte thought for a while and decided to mediate.

"800 Sol, how about it? It's already a very fair price, and the sum of your harvest these days is less than one-fifth." Conte, as a nobleman in the city, naturally felt sorry for the losses these days The situation has been understood, although the pirates are annoying, but in general the overall loss is not much.

"Hehe, is that so?" Dexter leaned forward slightly, showing a malicious smile.

"Hey, Dex, what are you doing?"

Conte's hands and feet had been tied tightly by Dix's men, he was thrown into a cloth bag, and slipped to the deck like a barrel.

"Dex, you don't want to kill me when you fight, let alone I'm a nobleman, you can't treat me like this." Conte kept yelling inside.

Dexter stepped on the middle of the cloth bag so that this non-stop guy could stay on the swaying deck, and picked out his ears as if nothing had happened. "You know what? My biggest regret now is that I didn't gag your mouth before stuffing it into the bag."

"Don't worry, I won't kill you, I just make you suffer, just like you teased me before." Dex kicked the cloth bag symbolically again, and ordered his men to tie the bag tightly and hang it up stand up.

"Master Dix, I know it's okay. I shouldn't have mixed horse manure into your steak. I shouldn't have peed in your fruit wine. Can you please let me go? Please let me go."

Conte finally knew that a catastrophe was imminent, and kept moaning and struggling in the cloth bag, while Dexter on the side had already blocked his ears.

"More than these, I hate your boastful talk. It never knows how to stop, and it also smells like moldy bread."

"Hehe, I really don't know if you, who are so good at talking about mountains, will improve after injecting water. I really look forward to it. Hey, let the rope go faster." Dexter ignored Kante's call and just looked at Kante with a smile It was hung and slowly lowered into the water.

The icy sea water gradually sank into the cloth bag, and Conte was shivering with excitement, and bubbles kept popping up on the sea surface.

"That's right, that's the rhythm. First hang it up, then put it down, and then hang it up again." Dex stepped on the side of the boat happily and looked at Kante's embarrassed look, and kept laughing there.

"I don't know which one is saltier, you or salted fish, hahahaha."

Afternoon outside Honfleur

"Bruno, didn't we go the wrong way? Why haven't we seen the shadow yet?" Bernard was as confused as ever.

"Don't worry, it's definitely correct. Trust me, this journey is about an hour away." After Li Peijun learned navigation, green cursors were placed on the path of the target, just like the automatic navigation in the game. It's the same as finding the way, but of course only he can see it.

Bernard was still a little worried, "There is no North Star now, don't be like that guy Tiddell." Bernard recalled the tragic experience of being led astray by this guy who didn't know his way that night.

"What, what, if I hadn't led the wrong way, we wouldn't have discovered Edward's plot and rushed back to the castle in time." Tiddell seemed a little unconvinced, and rolled up his sleeves to threaten.

Li Peijun looked at the endless plain in the distance, and occasionally a few manors appeared in his vision, and then glanced at the stretching river next to him, and took a deep breath.

"That's right, it's coming soon." Li Peijun comforted the anxious Bernard.

At this time, the Seine River is not as clear and clean as when I was studying in Europe. As long as it passes through places with people, there will be bursts of stench. It should be regarded as a natural sewage channel. Small rafts passed by, but few large merchant ships passed by, and Li Peijun noticed them all.

"This should be here." Li Peijun saw that the guiding cursor in front of him had disappeared, looked up, and there was a small town surrounded by castles not far away, and the sea could still be seen in his field of vision. Bursts of fishy smell.

Unlike Rouen, Honfleur looks too deserted during the day, like a ghost town, and if you walk in a little bit, the city gates are also locked and locked, everything feels very strange.

"The pirates captured this place? They took all the residents away? Where's the duke?" Li Peijun slowly approached the city gate with a series of questions.

(End of this chapter)