Chapter 10 It is said to be coerced [1]

For the current boss Ma, it is simply a piece of cake, or is it worthless? If the reputation can be worth 30 cents, it is estimated that this son of a bitch can still make a contribution to Tamsalu. It's not so much that the left prime minister went to Tamsalu, and it was a big explosion of Tiger. The impulse of House**. From here, it can be seen that this bastard who ran out of Mustave is simply an unpleasant scum, a scum, a disgusting scum.

Even if the city of Tallinn is full of wind and rain tomorrow, he is called Tiger. House exploded the Warhammer Saxon **, which is not his business. Today's boss Ma just wants to be a local overlord in the Tamsalu area with a taste. It's better not to mess with him. He gathered a group of desperate outlaws, collected protection fees there every day, and occasionally went to other city owners to fight for tooth sacrifices. It's really happy. It's better than the life of immortals.

However, the animal did not restrain this statement. It was a mess. The old man Saxon couldn't step down. He didn't say comforting him, but was there with Ruth. Feng Ke talked and laughed. Daphne on the side almost killed this bastard with a sword. If it hadn't been for the bull-headed man beside him who dared to kill people, I'm afraid that this female swordsman really stabbed him up and came to fight for heaven for the benefits of the whole kingdom. Maybe there will be countless Tamsalu tomorrow. The bastard little leader of the area arrived at the door of Fone's house to sing conquest, and brought thousands of gold coins as a thank-you gift.

But it's a pity that this kind of thing can only be thought in my mind. For the cancer of this kingdom, no one can beat Tiger. House is killed. He is a pile of rotten shit and a pile of rotten shit that makes people sick and break down.

"I'll fuck his grandma, hoo! That old Saxon guy is really stubborn. Boss Ma wiped a handful of sweat and pretended to be surprised. Then he raised his eyebrows and asked the tauren scum, "I said, how many waves have you visited our animals today?"

The bastard who was picking his teeth with a toothpick didn't raise his head, and didn't even shake his eyelids. He said weakly, "I said, can't you fucking stop these explosive things? Son of a bitch, Estonians are really a bunch of cunning foxes. However, it is obvious that the food in Mr. Tauren's mouth, the wine and food on the table in front of him should not be unexpected. It was given by the group of bitches of Estonians in his mouth.

My day...

Boss Ma scolded in his heart and gave Norton a straight middle finger. The two looked at each other blankly. This was really a bad friend.

"It's a good day today. It's almost enough to blackmail the poor businessmen in Portsmouth." Boss Ma rubbed his hands, his face looked like a profiteer, and his eyes were shining, as if he had seen the gold coins flashing. The flashing light must be the gold coins and silver coins in the pockets of those poor guys.

"Your expression is very charming with Sahili." The taor-headed man said very disgustingly.

"Is this praise or contempt?" Boss Ma asked rhetorical.

Norton flirted with his hair, which was not very long, and then looked chic and asked aggressively, "What do you think?"

"Fuck you!"

Very good. It's really difficult for these two guys to maintain such high-level immorality.

Even if the owner of Tamsalu does not come to Portsmouth, it is also an important day for the Portsmouth Non-commissioned Officer College. In addition, it belongs to the Sabbath of the church during this time, so there are many activities, and many nobles of the surrounding areas will come here to join in the fun, which is quite a little noisy city's noise and prosperity.

But behind this prosperity, there is more or less contemptuous boredom and filth.

Compared with Boss Ma, the means of those nobles are more sinister and despicable. Even the dirty makes Boss Ma, the three bitches, become the human endorsements of God. They are simply pure as if they were angels. If you disguise it again, it looks like a lost lamb.

Outside the city, the guards of Portsmouth cruised carelessly. Noble carriages came and went in and out of the gate like a long queue. Most of the people entering the city were full of cars, and many of them were just empty cars.

The coachman looked arrogant and did not pay attention to the guards at the gate at all. Even the tariffs in and out of the city were extremely arrogant. With a jingle, when the silver coins fell into the tax plate, the guards at the gate were very unhappy, but they had no choice but to watch the lackeys go away, and they could only look. With the gradual dust in the distance, he slandered a few words in his heart. Even if he secretly opened his mouth, he did not dare.

"A bunch of soft eggs in Portsmouth."

A very high-grade carriage is getting closer and closer to Portsmouth. A voice came from the carriage, as if it was contempt for those soldiers. It has already provoked the city. In front of the carriage are four black horses with uniform fur color. The refreshing belly is shiny, and the horse's head is held with a sterling silver cage. The horse chewing is actually fragrant wood. The inscription is engraved on the chain, which is extremely expensive and luxurious. The bell is on the front chest of the horse, and the chest muscles are extremely strong. The tall horse holds the copper bell high. Six bells ring together, and the movement can be heard three kilometers away. Clear, loud and shocking, indescendable high-profile and high-alt high, which makes people feel a different aristocratic arrogance from afar.

The four black horses had no sound. Even if they snorted, they stopped and hit them together, as if they were human-like obedient. The coachman's eagle hook nose was very good-like, like the housekeeper of the dark castle in the menards. He sat high on the roof of the carriage's shed, and the horse whip clapped and crackled. The pedestrians on both sides huddled aside in fear, for fear that the whip would hit him.

There are even the guardian knights of the family on both sides. There are 16 knights in the front and back, eight swords and eight long guns. The knight's gun is raised high, and the thighs are against the handle of the knight's gun. It's not difficult to look at it from a close range. It's just far away. The straight brush and walk so many roads always give people these knights. It feels extremely tough.

The unified bronze armor, thick, beautiful, and gorgeous patterns all reflect the historical background of the family. In addition to the proud origin, it seems that nothing can be brought out. Even a pair of eye-catching armor retreated from the battlefield, but I didn't see it.

Next to the carriage is a mid-head housekeeper riding a white ed horse. There is a white silk scarf in the pocket of the coat, the two buttons of the sleeves are tightly buttoned, and the clothes are meticulously flat, which gives people a feeling: authentic.

In addition, the housekeeper looks indifferent and calm. The reliance that is all under control also makes people feel that they are different from ordinary aristocrats. It is different from those rural aristocratic women who hold a rotten velvet fan and pretend to be graceful. This kind of etiquette behind the old housekeeper still makes people have a kind of unattainable respect. Looking up, I'm afraid that people like Boss Ma will not have that kind of temperament and temperament for the rest of his life.

However, this series of lines, noble and temperament are sufficient, but a little less sharp, always a little gloomy and twilight. Although it is still suffocating, it is not so upward, as if such a family, more mediocre for decades, is a pile of stinky shit.

This feeling is very strong.

"Young master, we have arrived at Portsmouth."

The housekeeper pushed the round-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose. The big eagle hooked his nose was quite extraordinary. When he was young, this man must have been a famous beautiful man in the aristocratic circle. Even now, the jazz style of the old gentleman can still touch the hearts of many aristocratic mature women, even one or two young girls who are in love. It's not impossible to wear it.

"Well, anyway, I just want to come and see the bustle. I'll stay for a few days and then leave." The voice of the young master in the carriage seemed extremely impatient. When the front team of knights entered the gate, they didn't even bother to throw the silver coins of the tariff. The guard beside him looked at the convoy that was far away, and then he reacted and cursed, "Fuck him, the tax hasn't been paid yet!" You dry-eating idiots, this group of incompetent garbage, why didn't you stop the carriage just now--"

Of course, the majestic guard is absolutely afraid to do that just now, but he is doing this now, which makes people think that the reason why he didn't do it just now is just because his distracted men didn't call him. If his men call him, they will definitely chase him.

The soldiers said in their hearts that this idiot guard scolded a hundred times and said to themselves: If you have guts, why don't you catch up with him now?

The guard felt happy about the scolding, so he crossed his waist, stopped a farmer who was in the process of doing goods, and scolded, "Little rabbit, you don't have a long-sighted bun. Don't you know that today's city tax is a silver coin?"

The farmer was so scared by his momentum that he threw a silver coin and ran away, which attracted the laughter of a group of soldiers. The noise and throbbing at the gate of the city also returned to its original state, which surprised people that the big carriage had just now had never been to Portsmouth.

"Norton." Boss Ma chewed the candy in his mouth. This bee candy is very hard, but it is extremely sweet. It costs two gold coins for an Estonian catty. I have to say that this thing is simply a high-end product made of gold. The Chamber of Commerce of Jasmine has only purchased it for Ruth twice. Feng Ke, such high-end goods were actually eaten by Boss Ma as snacks. If Charles, the necromancer, saw that such material was so luxuriously excreted as feces, I'm afraid that one or two summons would break out, get two fierce zombies, and strangle Boss Ma to death!

"If you have a fart, let it go." Such a cool Mr. Niu is indeed rare, but in fact, he is fighting a bowl of pasta that he doesn't know what to call, and in front of him, the table is full of eleven super-large bowls.

Boss Ma stroked his head with the mouth of the bowl and said, "You must be able to eat an elephant."

"Son of a bitch, not to mention an elephant, but also a big crocodile in Chude Lake. I will continue to do it. Er!" With a full hiccup, the bastard said.

"But... Again, we didn't bring any money when we came out. You see, the decoration of this store is also extremely luxurious, and it doesn't seem to be a low-end loss..."

Norton: ...

Mr. Tauren knows that at this moment, if Sahili knows, he will burst into tears.

"Tiger. House! I'll fuck your ancestors to death--"

For Tiger. When House ran away to eat the overlord's meal, Norton, the bullhead, could only look up to the sky and roar in the face of the angry shopkeeper and his men.

"This taurion doesn't pay for food! Beat him!"

"Son of a bitch, don't you know that this is Master Paide's shop?"

Before these harsh words were finished, I saw an innocent tauroy who was deceived with a black face and asked coldly, "Who said he wanted to beat me just now?"