kvmb Chapter 257
Chapter 257
The noise started from the middle row of the line.
At the beginning, it was only the sour words covered up by the excited discussion of the crowd, but like the ink of squid, the turbid black gradually dyed the clear water black, and the previous foreshadowing was easily lost at this moment It is easy to use, and it has become a sharp knife in their hands.
When Ronan followed to the scene of the accident, the original noisy discussion disappeared instantly, replaced by groups of mixed-race children and residents of Harbor City with simple and honest smiles on their faces.
"Lord City Lord."
With simple and honest smiles on their faces, these residents bent their bodies slightly, leaned forward involuntarily, and tilted their heads a little. This is a typical commoner's honest appearance when seeing a noble.
When any nobleman sees this scene, there will be a happy smile on his face, because the more this happens, the more it means that their dignity has been maintained and their class system has been respected.
But Ronan was different, he didn't have that deep-rooted class concept in his mind at all, because he was a good person who was born under the red flag and grew up in the spring breeze in his previous life!
Lexi swayed her fat body and managed to squeeze in from the crowd behind her, sweating profusely, while wiping the sweat off her face with the silk scarf in her arms, she hurriedly shouted, "What's going on? "
The leading half-breed boy was a middle-aged man with white hair and black eyes. He hid his wife and daughter behind him, explained in awe, and said, "Lord Lexi, Lord of the City, the servants are Nimu, they are the natives. Do it first!"
When the middle-aged man Nimu said this, he pointed his right hand to the other side of the incident, a group of aboriginals with black hair, black eyes and yellow skin, and added: "Your Excellency, open the treasure house of the City Lord's Mansion and give us subsidies. We deeply remember the great kindness of you and the empire, and we are singing praises in our hearts... But these natives who don't receive subsidies and supplies are talking bad things about you, and the people can't argue with them when they get angry. Sentence, they will beat people!"
Say it.
Fearing that Ronan and Lexi would not believe it, Nimo directly lifted off his clothes, revealing a bruise the size of a fist on his waist and abdomen.
Looking at the wound, Ronan understood one thing.
That is the aborigines who can hang out in the tropical rainforest where they can die anytime and anywhere. Sure enough, they have several brushes, and just one punch can leave such a big bruise.
No wonder the father who hadn't risen in the past and the city lords of the harbor city in the past did not completely wipe out these aborigines. It really is an old silver coin that has lived in the local area for many years!
Hearing Nimu's accusation to himself, the indigenous people on the side did not intend to catch them without a fight. They saw that one of them was wearing a necklace composed of beast skulls and bird feathers around his neck, his upper body was bare, his skin was dark and flat. A few paints made from unknown plants were smeared on his face, and a wolf-like ferocity was highlighted in a pair of black eyes.
This person is obviously the leader of this group of natives, at least the existence of the hunting captain or the son of the tribal chief, and his eyes are well concealed, and most people can't see the ferocity under the calm.
Seeing that everyone's eyes were on his side, these natives couldn't sit still. The leader gestured to a slightly shorter subordinate beside him. , said: "The Black Mountain tribe is proud, and you cannot allow your imperial people to intrude on our interests at will. We also want subsidies!"
As soon as this remark came out, the crowd was excited!
"What? You want too!"
"Is there a mistake! The Lord City Master said that only families who have been naturalized in our Harbor City for more than ten years are eligible to receive subsidies. Your Black Mountain tribe only surrendered the year before last!"
"My lord, can you not do this?"
"We disagree!"
The objections of other residents were obviously expected by the natives of the Montenegrin tribe, and they didn't care at all. Instead, they put on a high and confident attitude, as if affirming that their demands would be met.
The leader of the native Montenegrin leader did not look at Ronan, but turned his gaze to the former acting city lord Lexi, his eyebrows twitched a few times.
Lexi's complexion turned ugly in an instant, and she turned her gaze to Ronan, and said dryly: "All kinds of rare magic plants and animal meat in the mangrove are daily consumables in Harbor City. These naturalized The indigenous people are a group of people we win over..."
Ronan understood the meaning of Lexi's words.
Erison Harbor City is built by the sea, and there is no shortage of various fish and seaweed food, but the human body not only needs to eat fish, but also needs a variety of plant energy supplements, and the most important animal meat.
In the giant mangrove forest, due to the abundance of magic power, various rare magic plants grow, resulting in many fruits with special meanings, which have a better effect on the human body and can be made into various products for survival.
And these magic plants grow inside the mangrove forest, where all kinds of ferocious beasts live, and there are even legendary monsters. Ordinary people who enter it will never come out again in all likelihood.
Not to mention the bottomless deadly dangers in the tropical rainforest, and it is even more unbearable for people from the winter in the cold environment to break in.
And in this case, the aborigines who were originally born in the mangroves are the best agents.
Several generations of acting city lords have continued to implement trade policies with the surrounding indigenous people, and captured their daily life with refined salt and ironware from the empire, making many tribes on the border unable to do without this trade line.
But what followed was that these indigenous tribes also understood that most of the harbor city could not do without the various mountain products they picked from the mangroves, so their status became more delicate.
As mentioned in the information submitted by Lexi, this Black Mountain tribe is one of the two largest tribes that have naturalized Orison Harbor City in recent years. Picking skills, so that after being naturalized in Harbor City, they still maintain a high right to speak.
After thinking for a while, Ronan knew why these Black Mountain tribes were so arrogant, and couldn't help laughing in his heart.
Also... It's better to come by coincidence than to come here by chance!
It is said that this new official took office three fires... Ronan just gave a benevolent government, and was wondering where he should find a place to show off his muscles. No, someone immediately sent his face to Ronan. Fan up.
This is really the greatest joy in life.
(PS: I went out for an interview today! Wechat talked about weekends, but during the interview they said single holidays! Damn! I’m just curious! In this era, is working as a worker unworthy of weekends? When did weekends become a kind of The shame of not being able to talk about it? I don’t understand! I’m so angry that I just took my resume and left, I’m so pissed off! With a salary of several thousand yuan, after deducting five social insurances and one housing fund, rent, living expenses, etc., is there still 1000 yuan left? Yuan is a problem, just this, these capitalists still think about working overtime and not paying overtime pay, and say that weekends are an idea only for people who don’t know how to work hard??? Weekends are the persistence of our generation! I advise everyone When you go out to find a job, you must keep the bottom line of weekends! Thank you! Hey... Then again, I still live in a homestay. It costs more than 50 yuan a day and 20 yuan a day. This is a special era. I’m looking for a job! I want to go home for the New Year... wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh