At the dock of Vendom, Homlin looked at the tax officer sitting on the ground, screaming with his chest, and was so angry that he wanted to go crazy. He just slapped him. Is it so exaggerated? Does this damn guy still want to blackmail him?

However, when things came to this situation, he knew that he could never do anything anymore. In fact, he regretted his impulse just now.

Anyway, this Itrig is also an official. If this guy is determined to say that he has been injured, especially with so many people watching him, it would be a troublesome thing. Maybe he might even go to jail.

"Hand up, stop pretending." Homlin whispered and walked forward, trying to pull Itrig up from the ground. He knew at a glance that this kid was definitely pretending.

Itrigg seemed to have not heard of it, and still covered his chest and shouted in pain: "My heart hurts, ah, I feel so uncomfortable, I'm going to die. Ah, Homlin, you're so cruel!"

More and more people came to watch around, and the people who came later didn't know what was going on. Just based on the scenes I saw now, Homlin's arrogant and domineering conclusion was easily drawn, and many people began to support the tax officials.

"That's Homlin, he's really arrogant."

"Yes, Homlin, the gulf of money, this guy is very stingy. He heard that his dining table was as bright as a mirror, and his servants must pick up the crumbs on the dining table and eat them."

"Look at him, he didn't regret it after hitting someone, but he actually wanted to continue hitting!" Someone looked at Homlin and Itrigla and came to such a conclusion.

In short, Homlin's reputation is not very good at the dock. In fact, all wealthy businessmen have little reputation in the dock. Dock workers always hate merchants who are above the top. So when such a thing happens, everyone ignores the truth and instinctively emotionally condemns and angers.

Seeing that the crowd was already excited, Homlin was also a little nervous and forced himself to yell: "What are you doing? What do you guys do? Disperse! Disperse! Mori, Perro, let them disperse!"

Homlin's two servants were tall and big. Although they felt a little weak, they still pushed and shoved the people who kept pushing forward, and shouted hard: "Get out of the way, get out of the way, don't want to be fisted, just back! There is nothing you have to do here, it's all gone!"

The two servants pushed hard, and an old man was accidentally pushed to the ground, and he burst into pain.

Someone in the crowd shouted: "Isn't he just a shit and gold coins when he beats this mistress to death? Beat him to death!"

This sentence is like Mars in a hidden barrel of explosives. It immediately detonated the explosives in the hearts of the onlookers.

With a "boom~~", something exploded.

The crowd suddenly became excited and rushed forward to vent their hatred for these wealthy businessmen on the wharf. These damn guys, who were trying hard to deduct their wages on weekdays, are now so arrogant and dared to beat the lord's tax officer, and just took this opportunity to teach him a lesson.

Homlin's face changed drastically, and he finally realized that something big was not good. In this chaotic situation, as the target of public criticism, he was very likely to be beaten to death by these dock workers, and no one would sympathize with him.

In the chaos, he saw several city guards standing outside the crowd. These people were just standing in the distance and watching, with no intention of stopping them.

This discovery made Homlin feel cold. He knew that he had fallen into a carefully designed trap. Today he would probably lose his life!

"Fight, kill this dog!"

"Stripped his clothes and threw him into the sea to feed the sharks!"

At this moment, Homlin felt that he was enemies all over the world, and was malice from all directions, and could not escape at all.

"It's over, I'm going to die this time. I'm probably going to die in vain." He knew the current situation very well. If he was beaten to death today, no one would sympathize with him. Even if the lord knew about this, in order to calm everyone's emotions, he would be the culprit and let him bear the charge of causing the riot this time.

Anyway, he is probably going to be finished this time.

"Get out!!!!!!"

Just as Homlin was thrilling, a deafening thunder suddenly exploded outside the crowd. The sound was so loud that it was like a solid sound wave crushing like a huge stone mill. Everyone present had their ears buzzing. A few slightly timid people actually peed their pants directly, their legs became weak, and they sat down to the ground.

“…….”

“…….”

After a loud shout, the crowd was silent, and the rising fanaticism was pressed down by the roar, as if a large basin of ice water was poured on the stove, and the flames were extinguished.

Outside the crowd, wearing a magic steel suit, Rollin, who was fully armed, stood quietly.

Just now, he walked all the way, and when he was halfway through, his situation was a little out of control. Some people were deliberately inciting the onlookers' emotions, so he used a combat skill: War Roar.

This combat skill is a killer move in bloody battles on the battlefield. Now it is used on these ordinary people who have never seen blood before, and the effect is naturally extremely fierce.

He turned his head and looked around, his eyes shining coldly. Wherever his eyes saw, people immediately lowered their heads and did not dare to look at him.

The crowd was silent, and no one dared to say anything.

Then Luo Lin walked towards the door of the tax office. Everyone he met along the way unconsciously retreated to the side and made a way out.

Walking in front of the tax officer Itrig, Rollin bent down slightly and stretched out his hand at him, his voice coldly without a trace of warmth: "What are you doing when you sit on the ground? Get up."

"I...I deserve...I..." Yitrig could instinctively cover his chest and wanted to continue acting, but for some reason, facing this warrior, his heart was as heavy as a huge rock, and he felt like something was pinching his throat, and he couldn't speak.

"Huh?" The thick voice rolled in Rollin's throat, hiding an indescribable threat. When Itrig's ears were like a low roar that happened before a beast was about to attack, he had an illusion that seemed to be the next second. The other party would draw his sword to kill him. He couldn't resist it. He was brave enough to dare to hold on, so he got up from the ground, wiped his face, and shrank his head and head down to the side without saying a word.

Luo Lin laughed a few times, turned to the audience and said, "Okay, this guy is in good health and is not injured. It's okay here. You guys are all dispersed."

His voice was not heavy, but his voice was as thick as a bell and drum, extremely oppressive as he had an indescribable majesty, which made people unable to withstand any resistance. Especially, he was wearing a well-deserved battle armor, and he could tell at a glance that he was a powerful warrior with extraordinary status.

Faced with Homlin, a businessman who only brought two followers, everyone dared to bully him, because Homlin didn't have much resistance at all, but facing this terrible warrior, the dock workers did not dare to say anything. No one dared to be the first to be the first, otherwise if he was accidentally killed by the warrior with one sword, he would have to die in vain.

Everyone's hearts went through such an instinctive trade-off, and then they all chose to retreat and quickly dispersed.

A crisis is eliminated and invisible.

Homlin wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. After experiencing what had just happened, he only felt one thing in his heart. No wonder his daughter fell in love with this young man. He was indeed extraordinary. For a moment, his resistance to Rollin was mostly eliminated, and only a little resentment was left.

He was also a smart man, and said loudly to Rollin: "Lord Rollin, have you gone to your territory? Why are you back?"

This is showing Rollin's identity to the people around you. Look, this is a lord with territory, and I am an acquaintance. If you know each other, don't mess with me, let alone the Lord.

This was still very effective. Sure enough, when people around him heard of Luo Lin's identity, they suddenly realized it. No wonder they were so majestic. It turned out to be a lord.

For a moment, the onlookers who were not so willing to do so also dispersed. This involved a powerful noble lord, who was no longer the ordinary people who could intervene. The consequences of making random slaughter were too serious. It was worthy of being killed, and no one dared to take this risk.

Regarding Homlin's question, Rollin replied with a smile: "I recently defeated a gang of thieves in the team leader. I got a good income and came back to deal with you. I didn't expect that this would happen here. I just listened from afar, your ship seemed to have been detained. What's going on?"

When talking about this, Homlin got angry again and said angrily: "The ship is loaded with the materials I purchased, all of which are the basic materials needed by your territory. I guess you must have used them, so you are planning to ship them to Gaoshan Town by sea. Unexpectedly, this dog guy actually detained the ship and refused to let me leave the port."

"Oh, it turns out it's my supplies." Rollin didn't expect that Homlin was so efficient. He was quite satisfied and asked, "What's there?"

"Most of the ship's grain, wood and 3,000 kilograms of steel ingots. These ingots were shipped to Vandom by the southerners. The price is very cheap and the quality is also good. I think you must use it, so I bought it by the way."

"Well, very good, I do need steel ingots." After saying that, Rolling turned to Itrig: "Okay, now that I understand the matter, as a lord, I have the right to buy a proper amount of steel ingots to make agricultural tools, so let it go."

"But..." Yitrig remembered the orders he received from a big man last night, and instinctively wanted to object.

"But what?" Luo Lin narrowed his eyes and put his hands on the hilt of the sword around his waist.

The cold sweat on Yitrig's forehead was gone. He knew that the other party would not dare to kill him because he was a tax officer appointed by the lord. But the problem was that the other party was a lord in the same place, and he must have a wide range of friends and connections. Just looking for a few people can make him, the tax officer, step down, and wait until he loses his position... the consequences are simply unimaginable.

Moreover, the momentum of this Lord was so terrible. It seemed that he could smell a scent of blood and steel at the end of his nose. He knew very well that the smell was emitted from the other party's armor, which showed that the other party had experienced many life-and-death battles. His sword must have entangled many dead souls, and he would definitely not mind having another one.

He can't afford to offend such a person.

"No... nothing, you can let it go, you can let it go. Just make it clear, haha."

"Well, it's great, I'm going to bother you today." Rollin patted Itrig's shoulder lightly and staggered the latter, but he didn't dare to get angry, and he had to keep a smile on his face as crying.

"The matter here has been resolved. Homlin, Miss Daiwei has also returned this time. Let's go there in the carriage there. I'm just going to talk to you about something."

When Homlin heard that his daughter had also come, he was very happy. He remembered that Rollin had said before that he had obtained a good income. He estimated that the income would still be handed over to him. He was also expecting it. He first ordered the two servants to go out of the port, and nodded with a smile: "Okay, let's go."

The two walked towards the carriage, got on the carriage together, and then the carriage started and drove towards a residence in Homlin's dock area.

After waiting for the carriage to disappear on the corner, the tax officer Itrig returned to the tax office. He was extremely depressed and thought in his heart how to explain to the adult last night.

Not to mention the unlucky tax officer, on the top floor of a hotel not far outside the dock, two people were standing by the window and watching what was happening in the dock.

"Master, the plan failed." One of them was wearing a short black robe and respectfully bowed to the other middle-aged man in a navy blue robe...

"Well, I saw it. But it's not your fault. Your plan this time is perfect, and failure is just an accident." The middle-aged man said lightly.

The man in black robe suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you for your kindness."

"However, intercepting materials and dealing with Homlin is too stingy and cannot be on the table. In this way, you now take this prescription to collect materials, and then hide the potion on the ship where Homlin transports the materials."

The man in black robe took the prescription from the middle-aged man, looked at it and was surprised: "Master... These ingredients are very precious, and they will cost at least five thousand gold coins."
Chapter completed!