No.99 Palm Tree Street, Tulum Port.

There was a storm outside, and the house was peaceful and peaceful. In the spacious and luxurious bedroom, two thin white candles shaking, and the small candlelight made the bedroom hazy light and shadow, making a ray of fragrance in the air more and more ambiguous.

On the wide four-poster bed, among the brocade piles, Zahir von Schiller was sleeping soundly.

Beside him, Xiuboer, who was tall and beautiful in appearance, had beautiful green hair and green eyes, leaned against the head of the bed, holding a thin lady cigar with spices in his red lips.

He gently exhaled a long wisp of smoke and crushed the cigar into the crystal ashtray on the bedside table. Xiuboer touched the messy blonde hair on Chashir's head and sighed with satisfaction.

"Oh, my dear, you are such a cute little elk." Xiuboer chuckled softly, and his slender fingers mischievously crossed the neatly tidy beard of Chashir.

As a tap dancer with no fame, she has no connections, no background, and no background. Every time she performs, she can only mix in a large group of actors and becomes the background board of the heroine of the troupe. She once felt extremely desperate about her future.

When he was in his prime, he could only serve as a third-rate young actor as a background, and his total income of less than 100 Jinmaks a year.

Such income can only make ends meet.

With some necessary expenses, cosmetics and clothing, the end of the year, Xiuboer could not even save a copper fountain Su.

If this continues, when she is old and deteriorating, in Tulun Port, a sinful city full of money, extreme snobbery and reality, Xiuboer dared not imagine how miserable life would be waiting for her.

Zahir von Schiller, editor-in-chief of the Tulum Port Post, a nobleman from the imperial capital, a young and promising and talented handsome man, like a ray of sunshine in the dark night, illuminating Xiuboer's life.

Young, rich, talented, passionate, especially without family burden, he completely regarded Xiuboer as his only lover, and even handed over his own small treasury to Xiuboer for management.

"Oh, my dear, you are such a cute, naughty, strong little elk... Do you know, how envious of me, my sisters?" Xiuboer looked down at the sleeping Chahil. She finally controlled herself without laughing loudly.

"What a charming little cutie... You can't let those bitches, especially those ballet bitches, approach you." Xiuboer took a deep breath, then held his breath, left the big bed lightly, wore soft velvet slippers, and picked up a cowhide briefcase placed on the bedside table.

Opening her mouth, her red lips opened and closed gently, and silently singing a cheerful tune. Xiuboer imitated the steps of "those ballet-people" in her mouth, cushioning the toes, like a wind passing through the bedroom, and came to an oil painting in the corner.

Holding the frame of the oil painting with both hands, the oil painting slid several feet aside, revealing the heavy alloy door of the Shan Shield safe embedded on the wall.

Xiuboer looked left and right, then carefully turned the password disk, and opened the safe door carefully without making any noise as much as possible.

In the three-foot-square safe, stacks of brand new gold mark banknotes are neatly placed. Under the dim candlelight, the bronze banknotes give people a heavy and heavy feeling.

Xiuboer looked at the banknotes intoxicatedly, and a vein in his eyebrows was beating violently.

Every time she saw these "little cuties" in the safe, she couldn't help but accelerate blood flowing all over her body, and she felt dizzy and happy.

Zahir, her little heart, her little baby, the master who changed her destiny, was so capable.

She had been with Chahil for more than a year. She personally stuffed stacks of banknotes into the originally empty safe, watching the safe filled with banknotes and various valuable goods day by day.

However... compared with what is going to be put in the safe today, these banknotes, gems, pearls and the like are nothing.

Gently opening the briefcase, Xiuboer took out a huge kraft envelope from it.

In the envelope was a share contract with several large seals.

She, Xiuboer, is the beneficiary of this share contract. With this contract, she owns half a point of the "Spider Hunting" sub-chamber of the Tulun Port Kaban Chamber of Commerce.

0.5% of the shares are very small, and they even have no say at the shareholders' meeting.

However, the "Spider Hunting" sub-chamber of the Kaban Chamber of Commerce sells millions of slaves every year. As far as Soubol knows, the average net profit of a slave is more than twenty gold marks, and the profit of some high-end slaves is even sky-high.

This mere half a point of stake is enough to bring Sheopol a profit of hundreds of thousands of gold marks per year.

"What a good baby that makes people love you... Why are you so capable?" Xiuboer looked at the thin but valuable contract in his hand in great intoxication.

In recent days, Tulun Port has been in a state of turmoil and changing turmoil. Everyone is worried and feels a sense of panic that a great disaster is about to come.

But at this moment, all Xiuboer has in his heart is endless happiness and sweetness.

No matter how Chahill joined the company with the Spider Hunting Chamber of Commerce, no matter how he obtained the shares of this half point, Chahill placed the shares of this half point under Xiuboer’s name!

This represents Zahir's love for Xiuboer, his trust in her, and his happy future.

In Medland, any family, as long as they earn hundreds of thousands of gold marks a year, is enough to live an extremely luxurious life.

"Great, my little elk, oh, great Mu, my little elk, it's amazing!"

Xiuboer was extremely intoxicated and read the rigorous provisions of the contract book silently over and over again. She stood in front of the safe and posted it for half an hour. Then she sighed with satisfaction, put the contract book back into the kraft paper envelope, carefully placed the envelope in the safe and placed it on the top of the pile of bronze banknotes.

‘Click’!

As Xiuboer was about to close the safe door, a crisp sound came from the floor-to-ceiling window leading to the terrace in the bedroom.

Chahir, who was lying on the bed with all his backs, suddenly woke up. He jumped up suddenly and grabbed the bedside table with both hands. He held a double-tube flintlock gun in his left hand, and a slender, sharp stabbing sword in his right hand.

"Zhashir!" Xiuboer was shocked by the sudden movement. She looked at Zahir who suddenly became startled and screamed hysterically.

The floor-to-ceiling window was violently pushed open, and the strong wind whistled in, blowing the thick velvet blackout curtains and the thin gauze curtains high.

A tall and thin figure rushed in from the terrace.

There were lightning and thunder outside, and the thunder rolled through the sky one after another. The huge thunder sounded that made the crystal vessels in the bedroom buzz.

‘Boom, boom’ Two gunshots, and Zahir pulled the trigger at the figure who broke in without hesitation.

A very thin cold light flashed by, and two large-diameter lead bullets were still far from the intruder, but they were split into more than a dozen pieces by the cold light. The shrapnel fell weakly on the thick cashmere carpet without making any sound.

The thunder exploded, drowning the sound of gunshots.

Chahil waved his sword and his shoulder blades lit up, red, and a faint light of fire appeared, then a large area of ​​Mars sprayed out, and behind him turned into pairs of Mars condensed wings several feet wide.

A strange, primitive and wild pressure was released from Chahil. He roared in a low voice, with a wave of heat, and the right sword slashed rapidly, turning into arc-shaped light belts across the palm of his hand and slashed towards the invader.

The sharp and thin sword in Zahir's hands became more amazing than the sound of the horse-slashing sword with both hands.

The invading figure's body suddenly turned into a translucent state, and his breath and his voice all disappeared in this moment.

Even Chahil lost control of the target at this moment like a headless fly. He could only vaguely see the other party's shadow flickering and shaking in front of him, but where is the other party's body and how far is it from him, he completely lost his conception about it.

The invader broke into Chahil's arms silently like a phantom.

'boom'!

A special short tube single-tube large-caliber musket made a loud noise, and the muzzle was almost stalked against Zahir's forehead. A special carbide projectile was swirling and flew out quickly. Zahir's head exploded and his body flew high backwards.

Xiuboer stared at Zahir, whose head was bleeding and flew backwards, put his hands on his chest, and screamed hysterically.

The storm roared down, and the thunder and lightning dominated the world.

The gunshots and screams were all washed away by the heavy rain.

On the road leading from Old Pier 2 to Palm Tree Street, half of Joe's body came out of the carriage's window, allowing the storm to make himself wet.

"Hurry up, Uncle Ya, hurry up... Damn Palm Tree Street, I have a grudge with it, I announce that I have a grudge with it. Don't let me find a chance in the future, otherwise I will demolish all the houses on Palm Tree Street!"

Just now at the Ka Nine Warehouse, Qiao Zheng was very excited and wanted to appreciate the legendary purification ceremony of the Golden Oak Church and see the methods of Archbishop Luolun to purify heresy.

As a result, while Archbishop Luolun was still preparing various magic weapons, someone sent information from the Kaban's manor.

Fu Del finally spoke and asked him to help him to help him hide the heresy. The editor-in-chief of the Tulum Port Post was Chahill von Schiller. The grimace shopkeeper immediately told Joe that in the past year or so, Chahill spent the night at No. 99 Palm Tree Street every night.

The power of the "Sparrow Gang" is undoubtedly revealed again, because the orphan adopted by the Ghost Face Storekeeper was now a small gang member at No. 99 Palm Tree Street, specializing in taking care of the furnace water room at night.

Duke Ross just pointed at Qiao Yi lightly. Qiao, who was about to watch the fun, took a large group of people to set off again to No. 99 Palm Tree Street to arrest Chahill.

Because of the heresy, Archbishop Loren also appointed several high-level priests to accompany him.

The heavy rain sounded loudly, and Qiao finally came to Palm Tree Street for the third time in just two days.

"No. 97, No. 98..." Qiao murmured and recited the door numbers of houses on the roadside. Suddenly, at this moment, he heard two gunshots from the violent storm and thunder.
Chapter completed!