Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 649 202. Is Ning Rapunzel?

   Pirate taxation sounds outrageous, but there is actually a track record.

  Blake didn't just imitate the "history" of his homeland, Kul Tiras.

  The maritime kingdom can rise rapidly in the past few hundred years, create an invincible fleet, and run the sea, relying on the order established in the golden waters of the South China Sea and the various taxes collected.

  Those merchant and colonial taxes bring enormous wealth to Kul Tiras every year.

  Otherwise, with the territory of the Ocean Kingdom and their population, it is simply not enough to support the continued strength of the four fleets.

  Maintaining a navy is an "entertainment" that only a powerful country can afford.

   Just look at Gilneas.

  This king is the third richest country in the Seven Kingdoms of Humanity, but their navy is very strong. It's not just about money.

   But money is always the first priority! No money, but don't expect to dominate the sea.

  After arranging the affairs of the North Sea pirates, Black had a few more chats with Maim and Eudora.

The    orc was promised two of the six ships in Booty Bay when he was armed.

   In addition, in the previous naval battle, Maim took the two ships captured by the orc pirates, and several small merchant ships under his command that had been transformed into pirate ships, he was able to form his own orc pirate formation.

   For this, Maim can only be grateful.

   He is different from the other captains who are full and the whole family is not hungry.

   He is also responsible for supporting the family of the "incompetent brother" in Blackrock Mountain, so Maim is very eager to have his own fleet.

  From the incident of the North Sea pirates, Black even set a rule for his subordinates: once a captain has his own fleet, he can sail alone and plunder.

   Only one quarter of the plunder tax is to be paid to the Grand Fleet.

   But it also means they are “financing their own business”.

  If you lose the naval battle and lose your ship, you can only go back to the main fleet and be a captain to eat a big pot of rice.

   However, the problem of attrition is not a problem for Maim. He has the entire "orthodox tribe" behind him as backup, and there is no shortage of brave sailors.

   But Maim is happy, and the fox is sad.

   "Woooooo, Captain, my Alpaca is gone, and the Wharton was beaten so miserably."

   Eudora, who was still wearing a bandage on her head, was standing on the stone by the pier, wagging her big tail and crying sadly. Her pricked ears were always full of vitality and drooped weakly.

   Wiping away tears, he complained to Blake:

   "My clansmen's homes are gone, and without those big ships, how can we do business at sea in the future? I asked the turtle people, and they don't have that kind of troll ship anymore.

   We have to wait for the Zandalar Golden Fleet to retire a few more ships, I am afraid it will take twenty or thirty years.

   woohoo, I want someone to build it, but Booty Bay's dock can't build a ship that big. Woohoo, the Zandalar troll shipbuilders don't take orders from outsiders at all.

  woohoo, Captain, what are we going to do in the future? "

   "What should I do? Use a boat first."

   Black also sighed.

   This is really a hassle that even money can’t do.

   A big ship like a troll is definitely not something that can be made by any random shipyard, and it is a fantasy to go to the Zandalar Golden Fleet to steal blueprints.

   There were at least seven or eight Loa staring at that ghost place, and the watchmen could not sneak in, and the other assassins even went to die. Old Gani also specifically warned him not to go to Dazar'alo to die.

"I will give you all the small boats that we have now, below the standard of third-class warships, there are about ten boats, these boats are pulled into the turtle man's shipyard, and each one can carry two goblin carrier aircraft. .

  Since the quality is not comparable, we can only use quantity to make up.

The    boat just happens to be convenient for you to do business, and it can also **** you after the Wharton is repaired. "

  Blake comforted:

   "Didn't you set up a Wharton trading company in Booty Bay? Register these small ships under your company's name in a few days, and nominally separate them from the undead fleet.

   After Dean Lanyue and the others come back, you can put this trading company under the name of Nartharas College.

   In this way, at the official level, you are considered whitewashed.

   When you go to war in the future, just do intelligence work. Just like the rest of the fleet, you pay me a quarter of your tax when you do business."

   "Captain! This is business! It's not a robbery, and the money doesn't come so fast."

   Hearing this, Eudora stopped crying, stopped pretending to be pitiful, she stared at Blake and said:

"A quarter of the plundering tax is too much, and I have to spend money to build chambers of commerce in various places, which is a lot of money. You can refer to Booty Bay's commercial tax, and I will pay you ten at most. one.

  I still feel bad for this.

   This year's profits are estimated to be gone, and all have to be lost.

   Why don't you see if our fox man sinks a flagship for the great cause of the fleet, give us a tax exemption. "

  Looking at Eudora's wide-eyed, adorable eyes, and there were still tears left after crying, it was a stinky pirate who had a heart of iron, and he sighed helplessly.

   He reached out and touched Eudora's furry head and said:

   "Okay, you are exempt from tax for the first year, don't tell anyone else."

"Great!"

   The cunning foxman captain jumped up and patted Blake's face with his little furry paw.

   Then he whistled excitedly, summoned his coyote mount, and ran towards the caravan where his clansmen gathered to announce the good news.

   "One by one, all ghosts and ghosts, who did they learn from?"

  Blake spit out a grudge.

   Then when he turned around, he saw the giant magician Zarak rubbing his hands and the expectant skinny boy Kanrisad. The two warlocks stared at the captain with expectant eyes, and Blake was upset for a while.

   "What's the matter with you?"

   asked the pirate impatiently.

   "That, Captain, we are your descendants."

  Zalak said flatteringly:

   "We warlocks are not as ambitious as those pirates who want our own fleet. We will follow you. You let us go east, and we will never go west."

   "That's it."

   The skinny boy also helped to say:

   "But we warlocks also want to follow you to swim the sea. If there is no ship that belongs to us, it will be too stretched.

   This is not to say that we pay attention to face or something.

   The main reason is that the Warlock faction of Narthalas Academy has also started recruiting apprentices. When the new students are enrolled in September, we will go to pick up people from various places. We can’t go on a pirate ship, right? "

   "Canrisad is right."

  Zalak added:

   "We have a weak foundation right now, and we can't compete with the mages in pomp, but if we can have a ship dedicated to the warlocks, and decorate it a little bit, it will be a lot of face to go out.

   Aren't there six ships over Booty Bay?

  You gave Maim two, and out of the remaining four, would you like to assign one to us?

Although the   Evil Eye went out to perform the task, he was temporarily absent. But I'm sure he must have thought so too! "

   "You pay for the modification yourself!"

  Black rolled his eyes, left a sentence, and turned to leave.

The two guys behind    were instantly overjoyed, and they discussed in a low voice, going to their apprentices to ask for money.

  This is a ship that is only for the face of the warlock faction. Is it necessary for the mentors to pay for the repair of the ship?

   These warlock apprentices have also robbed a lot in Dalaran. Now it is time to contribute and contribute to the development and growth of the Warlock School.

  Although he was angry with his incompetent subordinates, Blake was still in a good mood after taking his breath away.

   He walked all the way to the big watchtower where the warlocks temporarily lived, and the pirates he encountered stood respectfully and fearfully on the side of the road, paying tribute to their great and evil commander.

   Although the undead fleet was also injured in yesterday's naval battle, including the wounded, almost half of its people were lost, but this is a rare victory in the endless sea, where pirates defeated a national fleet.

   There are very few pirates who can do this kind of feat.

  Their commander has accomplished what most pirate captains can't do. It is no exaggeration to say that the young Black has become one of the legendary pirates of the endless sea.

   It is an honor for these stinky pirates to follow such a pirate commander!

   When passing by the tavern by the pier, Blake shouted at the tavern at the top of his voice:

   "Today, take out all the wine barrels, open them to drink, drink as much as you can! My treat! Incompetent wastes, for our great victory, let's have fun!"

   "Long live Captain Black!"

   The next moment, the whole tavern and the surrounding streets burst into screams and shouts, and some pirates who were walking on the streets rushed to the tavern.

  My dear, today the commander who has nothing to lose is bleeding rare.

   There are not many opportunities for this kind of wool, and he must be drunk all the time.

  It is best to make the wicked pirate commander go bankrupt!

   But these sad **** don't know that all the drinks on Tol Barad are provided by the Albatross Chamber of Commerce in Kul Tiras.

   That is Black's own property, and the undead fleet pays for each batch of drinks delivered. In other words, this is a business game where the left hand is the right hand.

   They may make a small profit today, but Black is definitely not at a loss.

   The more they drink, the more stinky pirates earn.

   "If you drink like this, I'll be a multi-millionaire in ten years."

  Black smiled proudly and said:

   "Drink, drink, you are happy, so am I."

   With this dark joy, the pirates walked all the way to the big watchtower. The once broken watchtower has now been repaired, and it has been built into a five-story spire fortress.

  The lower three floors are used for teaching, and the upper two floors are used for the research of sorcerer magic and the rest of the tutors.

   But now, there is no warlock here, the tower has been closed for several days, there are snake people patrolling around, no one else is allowed to approach.

   It seems that Tari is doing some important business.

  Black gave his wolf and bear to the loyal hunter Atumen, who was guarding the bottom of the tower, and asked the high-ranking hunter to take his pet out for a spin.

   By the way, let’s solve breakfast, catch a few rabbits or something.

  He brought the croaking little murloc into the tower, and he saw Natalie, the black-robed ship doctor who was eating.

   The latter looks a little tired, and the dark circles are so obvious.

   Before the battle of Dalaran and the naval battle, Natalie, the important battle force of the Nagfar, had never been on the scene, just because she stayed here and was doing a very important thing.

   "You look tired and may need a break."

  Black said something, put his jug by the ship's doctor's hand, and said:

   "Want a few sips to refresh yourself?"

   "No, ingesting alcohol will affect the accuracy of spellcasting."

  Natalie cut the meat on the plate and put it into her mouth with a fork gracefully. While chewing like a wax, she said to Blake:

   "Your 'guest' mental charm has almost dissipated, she still needs a few days of observation. She is very cooperative and keeps asking to see you."

   "Well, didn't I come here?"

  Black glanced over his head and said:

   "I've worked hard for you these days."

"Okay."

   Natalie shrugged and replied:

   "It's better to heal the sick and save people here than to go out to fight with you. I don't hate fighting, but I'm a priest after all, and occasionally doing something to save souls will make me feel happy."

   "Ah, then I have good news for you, my dear lady ship doctor."

  Black gave a malicious smile and said to Natalie:

   "After this naval battle, our side is full of wounded soldiers, but no great priest is willing to come to treat the pirates, so the recovery of those wounded soldiers depends on you and Warwick.

  You are busy next time, I believe that saving souls in this way will keep you happy.

   Also, I'm going to Kul Tiras in a while, do you want to go with me? Just treat it as a public-funded trip, to relax or something. "

"sure."

   Natalie brushed her hair and said:

   "I'm very interested in a priest of the sea like Tide Sage. Call me when you leave. Now go see your guest, she should have just woken up.

   That's right, don't scare her too much.

   She has just been dispelled by charm, and now she is very weak and can't stand intimidation. "

"learn."

  Black nodded, took the little murloc up the stairs, came to the fourth floor of the tower, knocked on the door politely, and then pushed the door in.

   He saw a blonde girl in a long white dress sitting by the window with her back to him, holding a jewel comb in her hand, combing her waist-length hair.

   This scene made the pirates fall into a strong sense of sight.

   He seemed to have heard this story when he was a child.

   is about a Rapunzel princess who was imprisoned on a high tower by an evil witch, waiting for her prince to come and save her.

Um.

   This is indeed an evil tower.

   The one in front of him is indeed a princess.

   He does have the identity of a prince.

   The black-robed ship doctor downstairs is a shadow priest, and he probably meets the standard of "witch".

   So, is this actually a real-life Rapunzel fairy tale?

   "Hello, Calia."

  Blake reached out and took off his red eye patch, moved his neck, and politely said to the Princess of Lordaeron who put down the comb in front of him:

   "Is it still the habit of living here?"

   "For a girl who has just emerged from a years-long nightmare, there's no better place to be than a warlock's tower surrounded by a horde of pirates.

   My prince. "

   There was a bit of "thorn" in Calia's words, and she turned her head to look at Blake, with a bit of anger.

   And the smelly pirate shrugged and said:

   "You were supposed to be here, you shouldn't have forgotten? Before I became a pirate, Dalene and your father had already started discussing our engagement.

   If it weren't for these things that happened in the middle of the past few years, you would already be my wife.

   But fate is so impermanent.

  We finally meet.

   But in this case. "

"So, is the reason you took so much effort to bring me here because you treated me like your wife? That's why you're saving me from Deathwing's terrible slavery? "

  Calia blinked and asked.

"no."

  Blake's eyes stayed on Calia's chest so high for a moment, he said dutifully:

   "You're not my type."

   "However, if thinking like this makes you happy, then you should be happy."

   (end of this chapter)