honor me as god

Chapter 4 Smuggling Methods
Tiven had said before that Millo was an old acquaintance, and Chino pretended to be enthusiastic and shook hands with him: "Good morning, my friend, thank you for your generosity, and my soldiers and I will remember it in our hearts."

"You're welcome." After shaking hands, Millo was about to withdraw his hand when he suddenly felt his arm tighten and Kino pinched his hand.

Chino's hands were soft, with a marshmallow-like touch.

Millo tried to draw twice, but couldn't draw it back. He didn't understand what it meant, and asked tentatively, "Lord Civil Administrator?"

Kino stood against the sun, with shadows all over his face, only those amber eyes that were smiling like crescent moons, opened up from time to time, giving people an invisible sense of oppression.

Just when Milo was at a loss, Kino suddenly said, "My friend, your hand is hurt."

Millo looked down and saw that he had two dull scars on his tiger's mouth and middle knuckle, which must be what Kino said.

He smiled helplessly: "Hey, I was bitten by my son. God is above, I must have been cursed to have such a son."

He motioned to the caravan guards to open the curtains, and carried out a boy with a short stature but an abnormally large head.

Judging from the way he tilted his head, his lips were thick, his saliva kept drooling, and his eyes were distracted, he should be a demented child.

I just don't know if this is some kind of chromosomal abnormality, such as Down's syndrome, or a "curse" that really exists in this world.

"Although he is a cursed child, he is my child no matter what, and I take care of him myself every day. When I was feeding him a few days ago, he bit me, which left this scar on his hand. "Millo caressed his son's face lovingly, and the latter kept babbling and biting when he touched his mouth.

But he seemed to recognize Dad, and he didn't bite hard.

"I want to convey my regrets to you." Chino's eyes flashed with a strange cold light, but he quickly disappeared.

Chino walked to the carriage and smiled helplessly: "Let's get down to business. Sergeant Teven said that he has already checked the goods. But you should know that the smuggling of salt crystals has been rampant recently, and the border is under great pressure. I'll have to check it myself, I hope you understand."

Milo nodded: "Of course, please."

Chino checked the convoy's cargo, which was very common, just rice and some dried meat from overseas, and there was no shadow of salt crystals.

"The Palatine Centurion," he called out to a bearded man.

Palatine came over. This was a centurion from Shilin Town, who commanded a hundred soldiers, and his theoretical status was second only to civil officials.

Kino pointed to the rice and dried meat, and said, "Take a few bites, please."

Paladin didn't say much, grabbed a small handful of rice and chewed it in his mouth, and ate a few pieces of air-dried meat.

Chino: "Is it salty?"

Paladin shook his head.

Kino tore off a piece of shipping cloth and handed it over: "Trouble."

Paladin's face was not very good, but he didn't contradict in public, and put the shipping cloth in his mouth and sucked.

"Is it salty?"

"Do not."

When Chino and Paladin checked, Millo was very calm, followed them, answered questions truthfully, and was very cooperative.

After inspection, the goods are clean and innocent.

Chino smiled and said, "Thank you for your cooperation, you are a good businessman."

Milo nodded: "It's always been like this~"

"But I have a question." Chino pointed to the goods behind him and asked suspiciously, "These rice and dried meat are very ordinary, and the market price is not high. You hire 14 caravan guards for one trip, plus the entry and exit. Can I make money for the toll out of the trip?"

Milo said with a smile: "I have several aristocratic big customers. They have unique tastes and like to eat this kind of overseas rice and dried meat, so they will buy these goods at several times the market price, and it is quite profitable to come down."

"Okay, then let's go, I'll take you to get the seal." Kino made a gesture of invitation.

Back in the room, before Kino could speak, Millo closed the door and walked over, took out a heavy purse from his arms and handed it to him, smiling ingratiatingly, "Sir, this is the gift money this time, a small amount of money. My heart, thank you for your continued care."

Kino took the purse, opened it and glanced at it, there were more than 100 "Silver Moons" in it.

The "moon coin" is the official currency of the Doguland Kingdom. The front is engraved with the king's head, and the reverse is the royal family's emblem - laurel.

Moon coins are divided into gold, silver, copper, and iron according to their materials, which represent different values.

Due to the different levels of science and technology, the purchasing power of money in the feudal era cannot be compared with the modern economy, and Chino cannot come to a unified conclusion in a short period of time.

But there is a data for reference, Chino's annual salary as a civil administrator is 50 silver months, and this bag contains his 2-year salary.

And, judging from Milo's tone, this behavior has been happening for a long time.

Unexpectedly, the previous "self" was still a person who liked to take bribes.

Kino chuckled lightly, took the purse and put it on the table, motioning Mirlo to sit across from him: "What would you like to drink?"

"Sorry, my caravan and I still have to travel. I hope to get the signature and leave directly. Please allow me to visit you next time."

"It's a stupid thing to refuse a good offer from a civil servant."

Hearing the sound, Millo's smile froze, and he didn't dare to be disobedient any more, and sat down honestly: "Then, please allow me to drink a glass of water."

"As you wish." Kino brought a cup and a kettle and poured him a glass of water, "My friend, I wonder if you've heard a word—general friendship, which is used to describe those who don't have deep friendships and are not very good friends. Friends who know each other. I'm curious, do you know me?"

Milo hesitated for a moment, then said, "I know better."

Chino: "Then do you know my duties?"

"know."

"Tell me."

Millo coughed and said slowly: "Xilin Town is a subordinate town of Dusk City in the Beacon Province. You are the civil administrator here, and you are responsible for the Dusk City administrator. Your main job is to maintain the daily operations and personnel changes of the entire town. Here There are a total of 3 Centuries, all under your command, responsible for guarding the border and inspecting illegal smuggling, especially salt crystals."

Chino clapped his hands and was quite amazed: "You know me better than I do. It's a pity not to be a civil administrator."

"You are joking."

"Since you know the current smuggling problem, you must understand my approach."

Millo pursed his lips: "I understand. However, allow me to say more, my caravan has always entered through Xilin Town, and it has been checked by you before, and there has never been any problem."

Chino shrugged: "The problem is that salt crystals cannot appear out of thin air. Now all production channels in the country are controlled by the royal family, but there are still a lot of salt crystals on the black market, which can only be smuggled from abroad."

Milo nodded: "I understand."

Chino's eyes gradually became deep: "Then the problem is, each border crossing, including Xilin Town, has never had a single seizure report, and every caravan is clean. What's going on? Do the smugglers have any God help?"

Before Mirlo could answer, Kino looked at the wound on his hand, smiled and said, "There is only one possibility, they have a special, unknown method of smuggling."

(End of this chapter)