When William was studying swordsmanship in Yixin Temple, things outside were still running as usual, and did not stop because of his low profile.

The East China Sea, Kalma, the capital of the Navia Kingdom, is already a carnival ocean.

The traveler who came to Kalma for the first time, Sasarien, the president of the Flash Gold Chamber of Commerce, was a little confused about this. On the streets, alleys, in front of the shops, and even at the doors, there were locals holding bottles of wine everywhere. Many people even walked on the streets with all kinds of wine, stuffed them into each other's arms when they met everyone, and shouted: "The last carnival is here, man!"

Sasarien, who was walking on the road, was also stuffed with a bottle of gin. Although the name of the Chamber of Commerce is not very subtle, Sasarien, as the president, is a middle-aged man with a kind appearance and a very well-educated appearance. He wanted to pay, but was directly rejected by the other party and left drunk.

A drunkard pushing a stroller walked past him. He subconsciously swept it and found that everything was filled with wine. Before Sasarien could be surprised, the intersection became lively again. The group carried a wooden coffin with various wreaths and walked towards the street with laughter. A large exaggerated wine bottle was placed solemnly in the wooden coffin, and there was a line of small words on the wreath:

Walk all the way.

...

Compared with the areas where civilians gather, the residences of the nobles in Kalmar City are much quieter. In a magnificent hall, a group of men and women with either wealth or noble identities are preparing to listen to a person's speech.

A thin old man slowly walked up to the podium. He was wearing a well-tailored black tuxedo, his gray hair was meticulously wrapped around his head, and his beard was trimmed neatly and smooth, which made the old man who had been through most of his life in an energetic spirit.

"Gentlemen, ladies."

"Many years ago, there was a happy old man in this city. He once thought he was the luckiest person in the world because he had a harmonious family and a pair of filial children. For a man whose temples were gradually graying, nothing could make people feel more comforting than these."

"Until one day, he heard a bad news..." the old man paused for a moment, blinked, as if he could not bear it, and then continued, "In his memory, his little daughter, who was pure like an angel, was killed."

There was an exaggerated low cry from the audience. The old man ignored it and continued: "The murderer is a drunkard, a sailor from the dock. The old man was in pain. He vowed to seek justice for his daughter and severely punish the murderer. But when he saw the ordinary person who regretted it, the old man standing on the podium today, he couldn't help but think of a question - is the only one of the murderers really the only one who was the sailor?"

The old man's tone became stern: "No! The murderer has wine! This drink is the companion of the robber and the friends of prostitutes (blocking) girls. They anesthetize people's brains and easily destroy the moral dam constructed by people when they are rational. The wider it is spread, the more frivolous it is."

"How many families have separated their wives and children because of the male owner's alcoholism. How many civilian children's unfortunate childhood was created by this and finally chose to become pirates! Join a group of scum drunks on the sea!" The old man raised the juice in his hand in the direction of the palace. "Fortunately, we have a wise king who loves his country, cares about his people, and does not want the people to be poisoned by alcohol. Finally agreed to promulgation of alcohol in three days, and our country will finally get rid of the trouble of this chronic poison!"

Regardless of whether they were sincere or not, the audience stood up and applauded vigorously. Of course, it was not because of the number of speeches, but because the old man on the stage had an extraordinary identity. He was the Minister of Finance of the Navia Kingdom, the head of the Buendia family, and the Earl of Arcatio.

Arcadio walked down the podium with a smile, and his son Aureliano came up and asked in a voice that only two people heard, "How could the lowly sailors on the pier reach Remedes?"

Arcadio glanced at him: "Don't let the authenticity ruin a good story, silly boy, if you have time to revolve around women, why not contact me with the families of other ministers."

"Fine wine is like gold, and I can see this thing!"

...

The islands where William is now located are located in two villages, one is the Frost Moon Village near the Yixin Temple, and the other is the Red Leaf Village where Edmund originally lived.

The forest and hills block the road between the two villages. The awkward distance between them is not far or near makes sea trade seem like a waste of time. Until now, no one in the two villages has ever thought of working together to build a road.

In the woods outside Frost Moon Village, Edmund was biting his nails and focused on a book called "Traveling on Glass Pearl Island". He didn't know how many times he had read the book, even with burrs and the cover was a little tattered.

William already knew that this was a novel written by Edmund's father before, and there was also a book "Far Cry of the Beast Island", which was printed by a publishing house with a knife, so it was considered a lonely book. William had also read it and felt it was more like children's literature. He could still read "Travel on Glass Pearl Island", but the content of "Far Cry of the Beast Island" was too bizarre in his eyes, so he was skeptical about the story.

But it was a novel written by his father. Edmund, who is over 18 years old, can still read it so many times.

Of course, what is even more outrageous is that Wallon also likes to read it very much. At this time, he stretched his neck behind Edmund, stretched out a big bald head from the other party's shoulder, and read the novel with concentration.

The three of them waited for a while, and then they heard someone approaching outside the woods while talking. Edmund wanted to put away the novel, but was taken over by Valon. He continued to study hard alone.

William listened with his ears, and could vaguely hear one person scolding something loudly, while the other responded in a submissive manner.

The owner of the voice then walked out of the other side of the woods and fell into the sight of the three.

There were three people who came, and they all looked young. The leader was about 23 or 24 years old. His black curly hair was messy on his head. He was not too tall, but he was strong, his eyes were swollen, with slightly dark circles. A striking big eagle hook nose hung on his face. The bridge of his nose seemed to have been broken by someone, and it was a bit distorted. A slanted scar streaked across his left eye, and his eyebrows were divided into two sections, which made his left eye always twitch habitually, and the corners of his mouth were always pulled down habitually, and he looked like a rebellious person.

Behind the Scarface man, there were two strong men who were obviously strong at first sight, one with slightly curly black hair, short and strong, with a nose facing the sky, small eyes, slightly fat, but it looked very strong.

The other man was tall, with long, neat black hair, and very slim and shiny under the sun. However, compared to his two unsightly companions, his facial features were upright and he looked quite handsome.

The scarfaced man seemed to be very dissatisfied with the tall handsome subordinates and scolded him cursingly until he came to William and others.

"Tony," Edmund spoke first, and said to the scarfaced man named Tony with a smile, "Why did Manny make you angry again?"

Scarface Tony glared at the tall Manny, then said to Edmund: "This guy loves to be stinky and even gets waxed when going out, wasting a lot of time, which made me late."

"We haven't waited for long, either." William smiled.

This time, Tony looked at William, his eyes swept over the knife around his waist, then he lifted the hem of his shirt as if it were natural, put his hands on his hips, revealing a flintlock pistol around his waist.

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Chapter completed!