September 26, 1379, the glory of Medland, is almost dusk.

Qiao rode a dragon horse in the ice field, marching proudly at the front of the team, and returned to Tulun Port with a long team.

Tulun Port once again was empty, and countless people stood on both sides of the road leading to the police station. Countless people applauded, stomped their feet, and exclaimed. A bold girl even wrapped petals and fruits in handkerchiefs and smashed them on Qiao from the side of the road.

The handkerchief scattered, and the petals and fruits fell on Qiao and Longma.

Qiao smiled and waved to the girls with red cheeks, while the Ice Field Dragon Horse under her seat sniffed several times impatiently.

Hessen is very good at taking advantage of the situation.

Icefield Dragon Horse... This is a controlled product of the Lucia Empire and is never sold to the outside world.

But this time Princess Lovna caused a huge trouble and hit her head. In the border guard camp, Hesen grabbed Barbaria and didn't know what she said. This ice field dragon horse became Qiao's mount!

He has strong muscles and bones, great strength, long endurance, good at long-distance running, and very powerful short-distance sprinting.

Qiao was very satisfied with this big guy with his head and shoulders height of nearly seven feet. He finally had a mount that could carry him to run quickly.

"But, damn Lucian!" Qiao gently patted the neck of the dragon horse, who was named "Xiaobai" by him, and greeted Barbaria's mother a little disappointedly.

Xiaobai was a stallion, but he was beaten up before he was transported to Tulun Port.

In other words, Xiaobai cannot be used as a breed - horse, which makes Qiao very unhappy.

"Start up, and if you drag it down, it will be dark." The unhappy Qiao waved behind him. The long convoy behind him suddenly accelerated. The policemen escorted by horses on both sides of the convoy also began to trot, and the sound of horse hooves sounded "crack" and "crack".

In a specially made four-wheeled carriage with steel plates in it, Heiniewei and Marcos were tied up and locked up on the seat.

In a carriage with the same configuration behind them, Sorens and his deputy commander Bai Shark were also tied tightly and lay motionless on the seat.

Behind, on the long convertible four-wheeler truck, pirates covered in blood were piled up randomly with a pile of pirate corpses.

The citizens of Tulum Port on the road were exclaiming, pointing at these vicious pirates who knew they were not good people at first glance.

"The Blood Sail Pirates...is actually the Blood Sail Pirates!"

"This is a group of extremely vicious bastards!"

"Young Master Qiao is really amazing. He actually killed the Blood Sail Pirates!"

There are many sea merchants in Tulum Port, and of course they are extremely familiar with the pirate groups of large and large on Storm Ocean. The Blood Sail Pirate Group is undoubtedly the most notorious and infamous among the pirate groups of large and small on Storm Ocean.

When they learned that these pirates were the backbone elites of the Blood Sail Pirates Group. After being beaten up by Qiao Yi. Countless people cheered in unison and waved their arms together, their faces red with excitement.

Qiao patted Xiaobai and slowed it down a little. After he waited until the prison car where Henneway and Marcos were caught up, he bent down to the window and smiled at Henneway who was leaning against the seat: "Dear Miss Henneway, if the citizens of Tulum Port outside knew that you were actually trading with the Blood Sail Pirates... You actually traded them with the large caliber naval gun!"

Qiao pointed at the citizens who were applauding, stomping his feet, cheering, and waving, and said with a strange smile: "What do you think will you end up?"

Heinewei's face looked like earth and she didn't say a word.

Marcos, who was also imprisoned in his seat, struggled wildly. He lowered his voice and roared in a low voice: "Joe Rong Weitu, you are doing this to provoke the Derlington family and the Fort Harrington family!"

"You ignorant, stupid, rude Tulum Harbor country noble... Our family can crush you and your ridiculous family to pieces with just one little finger!"

Marcos grinned at Joe like a wounded evil dog, constantly spitting saliva.

"A little finger?" Joe grinned and looked at Marcos with pity, who had not yet figured out the situation: "Now I can crush you two with just one little finger... Will His Highness Ferritt come forward for you?"

Shaking his head, Joe murmured: "I don't think he is so stupid... So, for the sake of money, he violated the imperial laws and the mainland conventions, and smuggled large-caliber naval guns to a group of vicious pirates... This crime can only be borne by the two of you."

"His Highness Ferris is a member of the royal family, and he cannot collude with pirates, right?"

The convoy arrived at the gate of the police station, and two prison vans slowly drove into the police station compound and arrived at the entrance to the underground black prison.

Joe looked at Heiniewei and Marcos with pale faces and smiled: "Miss Heiniewei, welcome to revisit your old place... This time, it is unlikely that you will have a chance to leave. I will do my best to keep you in the old age for the rest of your life."

"And you, Lord Marcos, the great noble master from the imperial capital, welcome you to experience the black prison style of Tulun Port for yourself."

"I don't know what the conditions are for the black prison in the imperial capital, but the black prison in Tulun Port is very distinctive. You have enough time to slowly experience the original style below. Those mice, fleas, cockroaches, slugs... must be an extremely novel experience for you who are so delicate and precious."

Hainiwei's body trembled violently, her lips were completely bloodless, and her eyes were trembling without any spirit.

Marcos swallowed hard and spitted: "Grandmaster Joe, we can... we can solve the problem in the way of a noble. How about you give me a condition? There is no problem that cannot be solved among the nobles."

"I'm not a noble!" Qiao looked at Heiniwei and Marcos seriously, "You dare to attack my family, you dare to plot against my sister... Especially you, Marcos, a dirty and disgusting bastard, dare you peek at Weima? Oh, Weima, like a little bean sprout, how old is she? You actually peek at her?"

"You are dead!" Qiao looked gloomy and pointed at Heinevey and Marcos: "Closed them together with Captain Sorens and Deputy Commander White Shark... Haha, Captain Sorens and Deputy Commander White Shark have injuries. We treat the prisoners with preferential treatment, so let go of the shackles and shackles on their bodies."

"And our Miss Heneway and His Excellency Marcos, given that Miss Heneway's fiancé, Lord Hanks, had an unlucky record of escape from prison...their shackles and shackles are preserved!"

Billy and a group of chubby policemen rushed over. They happily opened the car door and enthusiastically carried Heineve, Marcos, Sorens, and White Sharks, and pulled all the way into the black prison.

In the dark corridor, Heinevey's hysterical screams came: "Joe Rong Weitu..."

Then Billy's voice came: "Clog her mouth... Give me a sock!"

Qiao stood in front of the black prison door, took out a cigar and lit it, and sucked a few breaths of smoke. He looked up at the large red clouds in the west and murmured: "What a long day... I'm back to Lövgang now? Oh, no..."

"Hikazuki, Kikyo, come with me to Royal Bank. Oh, my mood suddenly became so brilliant, it was so great!"

"Oh, by the way, who is the turn of the black prison these days? Remember, you must remember that Miss Heiniwei is very dissatisfied with her bloated figure recently. She is on a diet and losing weight. Do you understand?"

"Her roommates should share the joys and sorrows with her. For three days, don't give them food and water."

Qiao rode Xiaobai, followed by a large group of policemen, heading towards the Tulun Port Branch of the Imperial Royal Bank.

At the same time, another large team has reached the halfway of Mount St. Hilde.

Fickel, Viglar, Duke Ross, Earl of Shaquille, Duke of Barbaria, and the culprits who caused the huge storm last night, Lomond, Lovna and others rushed to the official residence of Viglar in the top area under the escort and surveillance of the Imperial Army.

It's different from the unlucky Heinie, Marcos, and the pirates of the Blood Sail Pirates.

Lomond and Lovna have different identities, and the troubles they cause are also different. They cannot be imprisoned in the black prison of the police station. At most, they are under house arrest in Vigral or some other big man's residence.

The team slowly climbed along the winding mountain road.

Ficket and Lucien were riding a four-wheeled carriage together. The windows were closed, and the carriages with top-notch craftsmanship and materials were all the best cargo. They were immediately tight and could not be heard.

Lucien held a glass of champagne and sipped in small sips.

Ficket stood on his elbows on his thighs, held his chin with both hands, and looked at Lucien with a gloomy face: "Heneve and Marcos, as you said, are just two idiots... They can't do anything, they can't do anything..."

"It took our navy nearly ten years to reach a stable and tacit cooperative relationship with him... But this time... this time... ten years of hard work... ten years of hard work... my father will be angry!"

Ficket gently swayed his body from side to side, muttering uneasyly.

"But Your Highness, the opportunity is here, and the opportunity belongs to us is here." Lucien put down his wine glass, and his blue eyes were full of fierce light, like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity to attack.

Ficket looked up at Lucien suddenly, and he widened his eyes and said in a low voice: "Borrow this incident between the Ice Sea Kingdom and the Lucian Empire? Take advantage of the chaos?"

Lucien nodded vigorously: "Yes, taking advantage of the chaos, this time, our target is not the Vitu family, but one or two of the other six families in the seven-member committee... Let our people become heads of the family and let the current heads of the family rest in peace."

After pondering for a while, Ficket nodded slowly: "I agree with your plan, but be careful when acting. Well, I have had enough of that rude fat man...especially, four hundred thousand pounds of primitive power...it deserves to be damn. Such a person, if not ours, will turn him into a dead person."
Chapter completed!