"master!"
The old butler of the Northeast family looked at the head of the Northeast family standing in front of the study window, staring at the sky in the distance: Gail Northeast; his brows were slightly frowned, and he couldn't help but The occupant let out a sigh—as an old butler who had served the Northstead family for three generations, he certainly understood what his patriarch was thinking at this moment.
Saskatchewan!
That port city that supports the economic lifeline of the entire Northstead family! .
Hope everything goes well!
The old butler prayed from the bottom of his heart—ten minutes after the change occurred, all the news about Saas Harbor had appeared in his hands, and he had passed it on to his patriarch; but, what is it? use? Just knowing, but not being able to prevent and solve everything from happening, it is better not to know!
Damn the Holy See!
Thinking of this culprit, the old butler, who has always been a gentleman, couldn't help cursing from the bottom of his heart—the Northside family has long been accustomed to the "changes" that occur in the Port of Saskatchewan every few years; No one knows the greedy nature of businessmen better than those who deal with these guys all day long.
However, the North family will not stop it, because the development and prosperity of the Port of Saas cannot be separated from these greedy guys. I have to admit that aside from greed, these guys have quite good minds. Some exquisite planning, even the Northeast family has to admire; of course, even if it is admiration. When some of them have thoughts that they shouldn't have, the North family will never show mercy.
Get rid of the other party cleanly, accept part of the business from the other party that is enough to make up for the loss, and throw the rest to other businessmen who have been staring at this place long ago; bloody time. Some people will tremble with fear, while others will cheer, and more people will pour into the port of Saas; in fact, after each bloody cleansing, not only will the port of Saas not be dilapidated or decayed, but will explode even more. With great vitality, it develops at an astonishingly fast pace.
What matters to us is land and taxes, not being a businessman!
This sentence is in the family motto of the Northeast family. It was completely inherited by the descendants and better developed, creating the port of Saas, which is one of the best large-scale trading ports in Llorant; this is the pride of everyone in the Northeast family, precisely because they gave up Control over business. It is only by collecting taxes according to the type and quantity of items, creating a relatively free competitive environment for countless people, that there is a large trading port like the Port of Saas—this family motto will undoubtedly be adopted by the descendants of the Northeast family. Inherit and carry forward again; in the bay area, create more existences like Saas Port.
Every descendant of the Nord family thinks so!
Even the cynical one. The boy who likes to be a witcher more than the head of the house thinks so too!
However, now a crisis unknowingly appeared in front of them—the attack of pirates!
That group of bloodthirsty wolves, greedy far beyond everything else, is likely to land in Saas Harbor in an hour or two. Wanton looting and killing; the old housekeeper even had an image of the Port of Saas as locusts crossing the border afterwards—destruction is far easier than construction; building a decent town may take ten years or even twenty years. But one night is enough to destroy such a town!
And Saskatchewan. We are facing such a crisis right now!
As long as it is something valuable that can be taken away, these pirates will not give up; but what cannot be taken away, with the usual style of these pirates, will definitely be burned; the thought of the prosperous port that the North family has operated for a hundred years being burned The old steward's heart began to ache in the white ground, especially because the one who did this was only an ant-like creature in his opinion. Suddenly, the pain intensified by a few points.
Damn the Holy See!
Another insult rose from the old butler's heart. As the steward of the Northstead family, although it can't be said that everything is clear about the affairs between the Holy See and the Northstead family, the old steward is basically responsible for major matters. He knew it; but this time, it was a little different from what happened before. He couldn't imagine that the Holy See would be so cunning, and it could even be said to be despicable.
That's right, cunning and despicable!
As early as a week ago, it was reported one after another that the new high priest of the Holy See, Luthier, was going to deal with the Northeast family. Regarding this, the Northeast family, which had previous experience, did not panic at all, but proceeded step by step. Corresponding manpower was arranged to resist and deal with it; however, no matter what, the entire Nord family, from the patriarch to the attendants, never thought that the people of the Holy See would collude with the pirates.
When I thought that only about 20% of the usual manpower was left in the Port of Saas to maintain basic port and terminal operations, but when I thought that the 20% of the manpower had to face those well-prepared pirates and internal instability; The pain in the old butler's heart became painful at this moment - the family always had an unimaginable desire to protect their own clansmen; even if this clansman committed a huge mistake, he could only People from one's own family came forward to solve the problem, and any outsider who dared to intervene would be met with indifference or even hatred.
Just like the parents who feel sorry for their child, knowing that the child is wrong, but don't want other people to come forward to discipline - what's more, as the oldest person in the family, the whole family is basically, his descendants ; And when treating the members of each family, the old housekeeper regards them as nephews, sons and grandchildren!
Faced with the fact that some nephews and grandchildren are about to pass away, the old butler's eye circles have already turned red. If he hadn't suppressed it, tears would have burst out; but the old butler understands that now is not the time to cry, at least , he couldn't shed a tear until some damned guy died—
"Get ready! Those guys are coming!"
Gail Northstead turned around and said lightly to the old butler in front of him; he paused. When the old butler had already retreated to the door, Gail North narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a low voice, "Send a power call to the clansmen who are still in Saskatchewan, the family thanks them for everything they have done... and... I'm sorry..."
"Understood, sir!"
The old butler bent down to salute, and exited the study room—the moment he gently closed the door of the study room, Gail Northstead, who was standing in front of the window, narrowed his eyes completely and painfully. The heavy panting caused his chest to rise and fall rapidly, and he stretched out his hand to support the window edge, as if he could only stand with the support of his hands.
After a while, when his breathing returned to normal again, Gail Northstead, who reopened his eyes, walked to the desk. He opened the third drawer on the right hand side of the desk from top to bottom—except for an encrypted phone in this drawer, there was nothing there.
The password in his mind was entered on the small keypad attached to the phone the moment Gail Northstead picked up the receiver; after the short waiting tone ended. There was a silence from the microphone, as if the phone was broken in an instant; Gail Northstead was not surprised at all, and said calmly: "The Holy See is coming, prepare to fight!"
After a sentence, Gail Northster hung up the phone without waiting for the other party's reply; after standing up from the chair again. Gail Northstrade went straight to the bedroom in the study—a one-handed sword full of dark age atmosphere, a brown hard leather armor and a pair of wrist guards were placed in the bedroom closet, and took off The jacket of the home, picked up the leather armor hanging in the closet; Gail Northard stretched out his hand and gently stroked the family crest of the sea wave and mermaid representing the Northstead family in the center of his chest, with a solemn expression .
The glory of the family. It will be passed down forever!
Meditating on the belief in his heart, Gaelnoster put on the leather armor. After putting on the wrist guard, he picked up the one-handed sword with the scabbard. Turn around and walk out.
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clang... clang...
The bell in the manor rang twelve times in a row. Immediately, everyone, even the servants and servants in the manor were on alert, and some old people in the manor were even more serious. There are very strict regulations on the number of bells to be rung. Except for one ringing at midnight and one at noon every day, it is only ringing six times and nine times at Midwinter Festival and Harvest Celebration respectively.
However, the twelve consecutive bells have only one meaning - alert, with the invasion of foreign enemies, the highest level of alert!
Obviously, such things are not common, even knowing that there are such regulations, but some young people still feel at a loss—although they look fully armed, they stand there with a hint of bewilderment, and they turn their eyes Subconsciously turned to some elderly elders; after all, nearly thirty years have passed since the last time the bell rang twelve times in a row; Just a boy.
"Everyone line up! Gather at the fountain next to the manor square!"
An old man from the Northeast family, seeing the slightly disordered scene, immediately stood up and shouted—as an old man from the Northeast family who has experienced the same crisis, he understands very well what is the most important thing at this time It is obviously impossible for a panic-stricken clansman to cope with the next crisis; although there is no need to be as calm as the rumored strong men, at least they must maintain the calmness they deserve.
Otherwise, before the enemy arrives, I will be hit by all kinds of thoughts and have no confidence-such examples are not uncommon, but they are very common at the end of the dark age and the beginning of the bloody age; at that time The riots had spread to the whole territory of Lorant, the wizards were harassed badly, and some of their attendants were even more miserable; often just hearing the appearance of a rioting army, they would flee at the wind and be defeated; How about people, equipment, and whether they have corresponding combat capabilities.
Some scholars once said that at the end of the Dark Ages, those wizard attendants were the "backbone" that accelerated the demise of the entire wizarding dynasty—of course, compared with the decaying wizarding dynasty, it also existed since the Dark Ages The Northstead family, but it is infinitely better!
As soon as they heard the voice of the elders, the young people who were at a loss before immediately took action; according to the usual training, they lined up in five vertical and fifteen rows in an extremely orderly manner—look at The eyes of the young people who responded quickly and the old man who shouted couldn't help but show relief. Immediately afterwards, there was an indescribable pain; he knew very well that after the night passed, many of the juniors standing here would pass away, not even half of them would survive. Or there will be fewer people.
Damn the Holy See!
The old man gritted his teeth and cursed; not only the old man, but most of the elderly people in the Northstead family were cursing in their hearts, with the same gritted teeth expression on their faces; emotions such as anger and hatred flooded The faces of these old people are changing, but there is no fear—maybe, they still have this worry deep in their hearts, but they are absolutely not afraid!
Nord, such a family title, can be preserved to this day. It is the result of countless ancestors and elders who paid their blood and lives; and now, it is time for them, who have always enjoyed the glory and convenience of the family, to pay; just like their ancestors and elders did for them; at this moment, they, It is also for their own offspring!
tread! tread! tread!
The sound of heavy footsteps came from the manor, and a strange blue light appeared in the eyes of all the Nords standing on the square—even at night. Just under the moonlight, the strange blue emanating from the armor is still dazzling and eye-catching, but the team of only thirty people burst out with a feeling comparable to the turbulent sea and the surging waves, which is very impressive. Feeling suffocated unconsciously.
Poseidon descendant!
In the North family. A team composed entirely of elites—everyone in the Nord family, who claim to be descendants of the Sea God, knows that there is such a team, and they all sincerely hope that they can join such a team; Those who can achieve their wishes; from the age of ten to the age of sixteen, every two years. Every child of the Nord family will participate in the selection, and only those who meet the standards in talent, strength, and character can stay; although there are three chances. But there are still very few who can be selected; therefore, for the partners who disappeared beside them. Every child who stays will feel envious.
And those who are selected are not only the parties involved, but even the parents will feel honored; because they will be respected far beyond others, whether it is direct lineage or collateral lineage, this kind of respect will not change—and to be able to get this Respect is naturally the strength that matches it.
From being selected, every member of the Northstead tribe will bid farewell to their previous identities. Whether you are a direct line or a collateral line, there is only one identity here—the Poseidon preparation; only after five years of rigorous training, did not die, Those who are crippled and pass the test can be called the descendants of Sea God.
It is also because of this that the number of people who have been regarded as the strongest descendants of the Sea God by the Nords is not many, and there were no more than fifty people in the most prosperous time; however, behind the high elimination rate is synonymous with absolute strength; Every Norsd in the descendants will not be much different from any long-famous demon hunter, and if they cooperate with the queue and fight in a team, even if the strength is the same, the number of people is doubled, and the descendants of the Sea God will also Never fall behind, and even win.
The 30-person Sea God descendant team walked to the fountain in unison, and stood at the front of the previous five queues; none of the Nords had any complaints about this; this was a sign of strength, and they When they appeared, they already understood the absolute gap between the two sides; however, most people still looked at the person at the front of the Sea God descendant team, with puzzlement and deep admiration in their eyes.
Linda North, standing there is the eldest daughter of the North family, the young lady of the North family who has been designated by Gail North as the next heir to the family—for this kind-hearted woman, Young people in the Northstead family secretly admired the gentle and beautiful young lady; if it weren't for the fact that the young lady had already indicated that she already had a sweetheart, and according to inferences and rumors, the young lady's sweetheart was very If it might be that one, the young people in these families will definitely dig three feet to find that despicable guy who stole the heart of their goddess, and then take turns to duel, and it must be the kind of life or death.
However, even so, most of the young people of the Nord family are still secretly unhappy in their hearts; they even secretly slander: emotional matters are not determined by strength; don't think that it is enough for the patriarch to be optimistic about you, Marrying Miss Linda—yes, young people think that their patriarch tied the other party to the family chariot because of the strength of the other party, so he sacrificed his daughter's happiness; Rare; in fact, several such ladies have been married off for this purpose throughout history.
However, looking at the young lady in armor and her long chestnut hair tied into a ponytail at this moment, all the young people were stunned—they were weak and quiet in the past, and their whole body exuded heroic spirit like a sharp sword out of its sheath Linda is really not the kind of existence imagined that can be freely controlled by others in her life.
The faint, invisible commotion immediately calmed down after Gail Northstead walked out; except for one person, almost everyone looked at the patriarch and head of their own family, the Northstead family The man at the helm—looking at the elder sister in armor, with a long sword hanging from her waist and a trident on her back, standing next to her father, Gefa's eyes flashed and her expression was complicated.
Troubled by emotions such as worry, hesitation, and helplessness, the young man finally gritted his teeth and wiped off the amulet on his chest—it was given to him by his teacher for communication when he was in the most danger.
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