Chapter 348： wind direction

After the month of recovery, the weather in southern Ansu began to warm up rapidly.

This is a pleasant change for people working in places like the port terminal.

As the temperature rises, the frozen river channel begins to thaw, and the water frozen in the form of ice and snow on the earth melts into a trickle with the force of the sun, and the trickle flows into a stream of streams, eventually flowing down the mountain. Glacier water is poured into the major rivers. As the water level rises, the number of merchant ships operating on the river gradually increases. These merchant ships that come and go support the work that is commonly known as the "scorpion". Porters.

Sam is an old resident of Tanzan Town. His family’s history in this mine town dates back 100 years. In this town, the outer wall was just built. When the pier had two trestles, his The ancestor was a "scorpion" on the dock, and the profession passed on from generation to generation, passed to his grandfather's head, passed to his father's head, and finally passed to him.

His father's ancestors witnessed all the changes in the town during this 100-year period, but for the most part, the towns were almost unchanged—the walls or the walls, the trestles, the trestles, the back caves and The farmland outside the city can support a small population, and the land that the lord can manage is limited. Therefore, when a town develops to a certain scale, there may not be any change in the last hundred years. In the whole life of Sam’s grandfather, he The greatest thing that has witnessed (and what he most often brags about with his children) is that he has seen a trestle on the pier and the lord built a mill on the south side of the town.

And Sam, in the past two months, he saw three trestles, two commercial houses, four warehouses and a new bridge rising from the southwest corner of Tanzan town.

He feels that he will be able to witness more things in his life than any of his ancestors.

The ore production in Houshan has increased several times in the past two months. The merchant ships on the river have also increased several times, and many strange machines and magic devices have been transported into the city. All changes are related to the "Cesier collar" that has just appeared in the lower reaches of the Baishui River. It is said that the lord and the tall man, the Duke of Cecil, reached an agreement and received great benefits in the process, and even the whole town was developed...

But these things are not well understood by Sam, he is not very concerned, he only pays attention to his work on the dock - and the good news is that he has a lot of work.

As an old resident of the town, the old man on the dock, Sam can have an unusual position in this increasingly busy place. Although it is also a person working for someone, to listen to the distribution of the dock owner, but Sam is a "scorpion" Our chieftain, more than a dozen people have to listen to his instructions, this is what he feels most "decent".

Early in the morning, after drilling out of the black lacquered shack, Sam rushed to the dock to direct the brothers to load and unload.

As the water level of the Baishui River rises, large ships are docked at these terminals these days. Most of these ships come from the Carroll or the Holy Spirit Plain in the north. The boats are filled with spices, tea and good cloth. These things will be transported by the caravan to the "civil zone" of the town and the castle of the lord after the unloading, and then the empty ship will be refilled, mostly ore - they will then flow down the river to Sethi Collar, where the owners can make a lot of money.

"All your hands and feet! In the morning, don't eat as much!"

Sam walked on the trestle that was wet and wet by the early morning fog, supervising the "scorpion" carrying the cargo on the ship, his red nose swaying in the fog, a scent of alcohol in his stomach Locust: In front of this boat, in addition to the cloth, there is a good wine in a half-cabin. One of the casks is probably cracked when it sways on the river. The wine oozes a lot from the mouth, but it is Good Carna wine - the owner is standing next to the springboard and sighing and sighing, he is afraid to compensate the businessman for the loss of the money, and the scorpion who is full of ideas is rushing to carry the broken Barrels - they are definitely prepared to sneak a few mouthfuls when they are not paying attention.

Sam shook his head, he would not risk swindling for this temptation, but he was not prepared to stop those slicks. Anyway, if they were lucky, they could taste the wine, go back and brag about it, and the luck would be poor. However, it was only two lashes.

Another ship was near the dock, and Sam raised his eyes and saw that the ship had a high, wide deck and a red painted ship's side. His eyes were sharp and he quickly saw the cover under the ship's side (that was the cabin). The position) was opened a few, and several pairs of eyes were looking out in those narrow windows.

The curious and panicked sight is not like the sailor on the boat, Sam pouts, he knows that those are another "goods."

It may be a slave, or it may be a **** from the north and a sailboat. It is similar anyway.

After the new Cecil was built in the south, this "goods" became a frequent visitor on the river. Basically, in addition to the days of the winter river blockade, there were several ships filled with people every day. I don't know how much land and food the new development has, and I can raise so many people.

Sam doesn't really like this kind of boat. Because this kind of ship often has no work to do, the ship owners usually charge the slave trader or the money of the Duke of Govin Cecil. Delivered to Cecil's collar, they stayed in the town of Tanzan just to add some clean water and dry food.

But maybe there are some ship owners who are just picking up their hands, they will have other goods in their cabins, and those slaves and displaced people will sleep with the goods - in this case there are still things to do.

Just thinking about it, Sam saw the dock master in the distance waved at himself and raised his finger at the boat with the red ship's side just on the trestle. When he saw this instruction, he quickly stopped thinking and speeding up. Stepping towards the ship.

The boat was steady, the springboard was put down, and a boss in a brown coat came out and nodded with Sam: "Call a few nephews with hands and feet, and the barrels in the cabin are unloaded."

Sam greeted enough people, then jumped on the boat himself, followed the ship's boss to the hatch, opened the cover and he glanced inside.

He saw that the cabin was full of barrels, and there was almost no place to be treated, and the masters of the horrified sight he had seen before—the people curled up in the gap between the barrels, one The description is dry and pale.

Sam frowned, and these people were so cramped where they sat down, not to mention lying down, not knowing where they came from, and how long they stayed in this terrible environment - but there was It is obvious that these people are definitely not as valuable as the wine bosses.

Surprisingly, these people are not tattered slaves. They don't look like refugees. Some of them even wear decent wool clothes. Where did these people come from?

As the guys worked, Sam went to talk to the sailor standing next to the supervisor - he didn't dare to talk to the owner, the owner was a real decent person - he asked those people in the warehouse Ghosts are not ghosts, but they are the origins of the "boat riders" who wear good clothes. As a person who wants to live on the dock, they inquire about some things on board, but he is bragging about the capital in the pub after he goes back.

"They? Come from the plains of the Holy Spirit," the sailor sipped at the side and sipped, "Escape."

"The plain of the Holy Spirit? That can be far away!" Sam showed a surprised look. "What are they doing so far?"

“It’s all blood gods, and there are a few shadow sects,” said the sailor, “it is said that some people in their local church are infected with cultists, and even those who often enter the church are suspected to be heretics, the Holy Spirit. The killing of the cultists in the plains is just as strong. The trial court of the Holy Light Church has burned thousands of people - these people can't live in the local area, and they become sellers and escape."

As he said, the sailor shook his head as long as he said: "There are three more dead on the road. I am afraid of getting sick and throwing it in the river."

Sam had a relationship with the cultists, and suddenly he was very tight, and when he looked at the boaters in the cabin, his eyes were awkward - he looked at the people, as if they were hiding a few cultists. Like.

"Look at your timidness - these people don't disembark, they have to be sent to Cecil," the sailor looked at Sam and couldn't help but shook his head. "But Cecil led over there. Do you want these people to talk about it, after all, it’s with the heresy... If you don’t, these people have to throw it into the wilderness, but that’s better than burning it.”

Sam rubbed his red nose and suddenly felt a bit awkward.

He believes in blood god.

The wind that had already begun to warm up seems to be cold again.

At the same time, in the only church of the Light of Cecil, the priest Wright ended his morning prayer.

He is a devout believer, passionate about the evangelist - although many people will be deceived by his powerful appearance, but Wright himself knows that he is never a person who likes to put things into force - especially Force is exerted on the head of the compatriots.

The Lord of Light protects the world and teaches the fragile mortal to the evil mortal who can heal and exorcise evil, in order to protect the world, so the essence of the Holy Light should also be protection, not destruction - so Wright Only after tempering his own flesh and body, he hopes that even if he really wants to eradicate evil, he can use the power outside the light to attack the enemy, so as not to tarnish the application to soothe and protect people. the power of.

This is his attachment. He knows that this attachment is a bit stupid, but he has no intention of changing.

However, a letter sent to the church a few days ago made him somewhat entangled.

Wright cleaned the church's prayer hall, then sat in the front row of seats, took out the church letter from the plains of the Holy Spirit from his arms, and looked at the things again.

"...the evil breeds, the pagans are active...all are the ignorant people who believe in different gods in the pure faith of polluting the world... The Lord hopes that this land will be restored to purity, and clearing the confused and wrong faith in the hearts of mortals is the solution... ...

"...so anyone who does not obey the light guide, does not agree with the Lord's teachings...is a heresy..."

The white stationery was smashed, but it was re-expanded, flattened, folded and folded.

Wright looked up at the bright skylight of the church and the sacred image of the light shining in the sunlight of the skylight.

"Lord, do you really think so..."