The port building is not a ship.

Although its shape resembles a stranded giant wheel, and living water is still flowing under this towering building.

It is the nest of the rich and used to take secret treasures.

It is already very close to the inland and surrounded by natural cliffs, like an exhibition placed in a crystal ball, engraved with ancient decorative patterns to create eternity.

The person who designed it was written in ancient books.

Although there is no specific tomb to be found, this palace, which has experienced dozens of dead tides but has not been swallowed by the sea, has become the most famous holy place in the bay.

The aromatherapy lamp with secret materials, elegant and charming crystals, enveloped the environment.

Auctions are not fixed, and the morning and evening of the time are determined according to the flood season and the monthly cycle.

But in the first few times after the Black Tide, everyone was more active. After all, the familiar friends had disappeared and the powerful were eager to make new relationships.

There is a gold-edged lace tablecloth with long open air feasts and dark white teeth.

The pool was glowing blue, and famous instruments inlaid with gems were displayed under the right light. Decently dressed rich ladies socialize in red wine and tasting words.

There are gilded horizontal bars in the bird cage, and navy blue wild wilds stand on it, and falcons are used to comb their feathers from time to time.

“It’s beautiful, the triple-digit crow is very cost-effective.”

The fan was stretched open, and the woman whispered a few words in the ear of the gentleman in formal wear, and the two turned their heads and talked a few times.

Before leaving, the master did not talk nonsense. Even if he bought it, how to send it back to the kingdom in the future is something that the servants should worry about.

The middle-aged businessman with tight face took the waiter's bargaining chips and thanked the masters and wives a few times. Not long after he turned around and left, he began to hawk a lion again.

There is an open space in the middle of the long banquet, and a bonfire is raised in the fence.

Strange vendors with treasures always like to sell some scarce and rare items.

The things they sell are very purity and are rarely seen on the market, and they are all very difficult to pay.

It is vaguely divided into several areas. The closer it is to the port building, the more separators there are on the price tag.

The road guide responsible for greeting guests is a tall and thin weird man. He is like a mourning flag. No matter who he meets, he will not chew on the sound and will not drive when he walks.

He, wearing a hollow crab shell mask, rang the golden bell with a copper stick.

The guests staying on the passage stepped up, cleared the entire blanket, and stood by and waited for the visitor to show up.

Lu Yin appeared from the corner, and the guests began to talk about the deformed body, guessing what a horrifying face would be under the dark mask.

"Shh! Look."

The guests were sharp-eyed, and the careful girl began to remind the male companion that a black rose was pinned on Lu Yin's chest, which meant that the guest's identity was extraordinary.

The vendors stopped hawking and the crowd began to gather.

Leslie raised her forehead, her heart-shaking eyes, swept under the captain's hat, and countless men on the grass were swallowing at the same time.

She followed Lu Yin, and her beautiful women's boots took elegant steps and stepped on the white cloth.

Leslie knew very well that the blanket under her feet was actually the same material as her own sail.

"Those idiots in Hong Kong Tower use such good things to shine the heels of rich people."

"A lot of good things have been sold at the Vic shipyard recently, and it was probably picked up by the people from the Port Building."

The deputy of the ship Ade followed behind him. He was not so much a safeguard for the captain, but rather a way to increase Leslie's style. This fierce face was very suitable for setting off her majesty.

Vicci Shipyard is the birthplace of legend, embodied a huge design power and used countless wisdom to conquer the sea.

It is similar to Fengqi Cliff, which operates tobacco. It has a monopoly business and its status will not be affected by the death tide.

As for the port building, it is a transit station for rare goods scattered everywhere. Who is its operating rights?

No one knows.

It is an ancient monster curled up on the coastline, with tentacles spreading across every area of ​​Nagilfa.

All cities blown by the sea breeze and the largest auction places basically have common sources of goods and similar management structures.

Although it recruits apart workers and pays outrageously high, the curious ghosts who attempt to explore the whole picture are all in a pool of blood.

Just like a strange merchant, he can walk on Kundia's land in a dignified manner, but everyone regards it as a legend that cannot be studied in depth.

Every new captain will receive a generous gift.

The moon is full and the tide rises and falls. Before each auction is held, it will present the date to the desktop with a hot painted letter.

The Bay of Kanshu has just stabilized, and Leslie has the least qualifications among the three captains.

She would not miss any opportunity to go out to sea to hunt beasts. Only by using her strong strength to support the prosperity of the slaughter shed can the stability of her jurisdiction be guaranteed.

But if the captain is not on the shore, there will be a lot of trouble.

She really wanted to change this situation, so she conceived products and tried to take other ways.

"Ah De, I'll be very busy next."

"No, you've never been easy."

She wants to take advantage of the day she got ashore to attend the auction of the Port Building and all the grand dinners recently, laying a foundation for her connections before the dandelions are delivered.

The gate of the powerful passage is a gilded bow statue.

She and the boatman walked in one after another, walked up the dark carpet, walked through the steps of the dragon sandstone, and headed straight for the most noble room.

When Leslie's figure disappeared, it seemed like a riot was set off on the lawn.

All the reserved and hypocritical customers rushed everywhere like crazy, finding all the resources they could use, and trying to buy an in-site ticket.

Talk to the same private room with the captain. No matter what business it finally reaches, it is calculated based on the number of merchant ships!

"Dear Captain, please sit down."

The attentive rich man came from the south, and was the powerful kingdom opposite the coastline. The wealth under his family was even related to the maintenance of soldiers' armor.

He looked old, but his flesh was tender and round, and his very exaggerated gem belt divided the meat into two piles.

Leslie sat on the chair with the best sight in the front row, while other guests were not qualified to sit in the same row, so they could only go backwards in sequence and even stand in the corner.

"Thank you, I don't have the appetite to drink."

She doesn't like talking to hypocritical people, but she has to learn how to communicate. Without that captain, she is born omnipotent, and everything is just the result of learning.

Leslie told himself in his heart that if he has resources in his hands, he must make full use of them if he wants to convert them into wealth.

She felt that she was too stiff in rejection, so she turned her head to look at the table made of rare wood, and the at a loss in the fat man's eyes.

"Maybe next time, we can taste a few cups at the banquet."

"Oh, I'm really looking forward to it. I have a wine cellar in the bay, and there must be good products that satisfy you."

The fat man breathed a sigh of relief, and it would be good that he could finally have hope. Don’t enter a stranger. It’s too embarrassing for socializing and business.

Leslie nodded and responded, just whispering.

"Tea."

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