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Chapter 161 Death of Fisherman
The performance of fishery development in "Talek" is not ideal.

If it were not for the existence of the Nalchik River, the development of such a border city for another 500 years would have nothing to do with fishing.

Of course, on the other hand, without the Nalchik River, the earliest immigrants would not have chosen to build a village where Talek is today.

However, perhaps due to considerations of terrain and timber resources, "Talek" was not built along the river.

And with the emergence of several major aqueducts and wells in the town, few residents are willing to spend half a day going back and forth from the Nalchik River to fetch water.

Naturally, there is no longer a situation of "catch some fish conveniently".

Fish reproduction has resumed, but fewer people are fishing.

This provided opportunities for new immigrants from southern coastal towns who were familiar with fishing.

Rob is a "Talek" fisherman.

His hometown is "Astropur" southeast of "Wasdok".

Born in the "fishing city" in the north, Rob followed his parents to make a living on the sea of ​​​​no return since he was a child.

After his parents died in a shipwreck, Rob, who was deeply aware of the ruthlessness of the sea, sold his family cabin and moved north and inland.

Until finally we came to "Talek".

This city was different from many towns he had seen, full of a different kind of vitality.

Compared with the uncertain Sea of ​​No Return, the Nalchik River is like an obedient girl.

Rob's fishing life went smoothly, and he soon bought a house in "Talek" and lived a stable life.

but.

Maybe it’s because life has been so smooth in the past two years.
Rob put his rough palms over his eyes and stared intently at the western horizon.

In the sudden rise of dust, Rob could vaguely see ghostly figures.

"Brother Rob, what's wrong with you?"

"Brother Rob?"

Beside him, two neighbor children took two steps towards Robert from the other end of the boat, asking with concern.

They didn't get too close, because the boat under their feet was a small boat. If the three people on the boat stood at one end, the boat would be in danger of capsizing.

Rob's eyes became more solemn:

"Quick, Marlowe, Marvin, get back to your place."

"We have to go back quickly!"

These two children have lost their father since they were young, and only their mother has worked hard to bring them up.

Although he couldn't resist their mother's request before he brought them to the boat and taught them how to be a good fisherman, he didn't really want to help these poor children.

There may be a crisis approaching now. No matter what the specific situation is, you must leave as soon as possible!

"Brother Robert, we have just been paddling for a long time, can we rest for a while first?"

The bigger Marlowe was a little reluctant and wanted to fight for it again.

They had been sailing for two or three hours, heading west again, against the wind and current.

Marlowe's arms were still aching from the intense rowing.

"Yes, Brother Robert, didn't we come here because there were many fish in the Nalchik River to the west?"

"You haven't caught any fish yet, why did you go back?"

Marvin also complained with his brother.

After rowing for a long time, he gained nothing, and he was really unwilling to do so.

It's okay if there are no fish around.

But he could clearly see the streaks of northern blue spots emerging from time to time in the water.

That’s all jumping money!

How can you give up?
At this time, Rob was not interested in explaining anything to Marlow and Marvin.

He shouted loudly at the two brothers:
"Quick!" "Go back to your position and paddle back!"

"We have to hurry!"

Rob's somewhat hysterical roar shocked the two brothers.

They could hear the urgency in Rob's tone.

This "teacher" who doesn't like to talk rarely loses his temper.

The big one is coming!
Marlow didn't dare to say anything more, so he said "yes", raised his aching arm despite the pain, and began to shake the oar.

The brother stopped talking here, and Marvin had to shut up. He sat on the other side and began to paddle the oar.

wow wow wow-

The reassuring sound of the oars breaking through the waves sounded, and Rob finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He led his two apprentices to row back hard, and at the same time he couldn't help but regret his recklessness today.

It would be nice if I didn't suddenly want to take my two children to see the Nalchik River to the west.

What should the children's mother do if something happens in the end?
However, the painting club seemed to have issued some kind of "Urban Safety Law" yesterday.

Can suspicious situations like the one just now be reported in exchange for reward money according to "City Security"?

Just as Rob was secretly analyzing what he should do next to kill two birds with one stone and maximize his profits, he suddenly felt a pain in his neck.

He subconsciously put down the oar and wanted to touch it with his hands, but his brain felt dizzy.

puff-

Several scarlet blood arrows spurted out from the broken spot on his neck, dyeing his vision red.

The last image in his eyes was on his linen shirt soaked in blood.

"Clan leader, the three people on that small boat have all been dealt with."

Gabor jumped off the boat that docked, quickly approached Garnside, and loudly announced his victory.

The short knife in his right hand couldn't stop bleeding, and even wet his boots.

But he didn't take it to heart.

This little thing can't dampen the joy of completing a task.

Garnside nodded slightly towards Gabor, indicating that he recognized the other party's performance.

Although the three Siviers on the ship were very weak, they were still some distance from the shore, so it was not easy to deal with them.

However, it is impossible not to deal with it.

Garnside abandoned part of his baggage and people in order to be able to activate the [Wind Summoning Ritual] near the "Talek" without anyone noticing, creating a terrifying storm that the "Talek" could not withstand.

If this fishing boat is allowed to leave, the plan may come to nothing.

Fortunately, Gabor volunteered and sneaked close to the fishing boat from the bottom of the water.

In the end, he controlled the wind and sand and easily killed the three weak Shiverians on the ship.

"The people who appeared in the Nalchik River must be from Tarek!"

After the team reorganized, Garnside said seriously to the tribesmen lined up in four rows in front of them.

He looked at the tired faces and forcibly tightened his expression.

Because he couldn't let the tribesmen feel that their leader was also tired.

Dawn is just around the corner, and the countdown to the new life of the "Jia" tribe has begun.

Never let up at the last moment!

Thinking of this, Garnside took a deep breath, and then shouted sonorously:
"We seize the opportunity and move forward."

"Talek, right ahead!"

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(End of this chapter)