"What's wrong? He looks like he's losing his money." Irena looked at her brother who was so depressed after returning home that his face was as gloomy as a rainstorm.

"I lost money, 3 pounds. You know we could be reimbursed for the meal we went to Can Island a few days ago, but it ended today."

"Then you are indeed going to be depressed. After all, our brother is obsessed with money. I will make whatever you want for dinner."

Annick then remembered that he should not have cooked in the first place. He and his family had promised that his two sisters were here to help take care of him.

"Indeed, I'm just going to lie down today and you can cook. Don't be the chef, Irina. Last time I fried an egg, I could eat a large piece of eggshell, and I almost choked to death."

On the stormy ocean, a retro-style sailing ship plows through the wind and waves.

"Captain, the income and expenditure are a bit out of balance this month, and you have to use your private treasury."

Drake looked at the two people in front of the table with a headache. One was naturally his first partner, Fielding, the first mate on the ship.

Next to him, an old man with gray hair wearing a tuxedo, a black jacket and a brown-red tie was the ship's secretary, Josefa.

"You only remember that I am the captain when you are short of money. You usually call me Drake."

Derek complained slightly, even though the two people in front of him were old friends for many years.

"Double, if you give me double the salary, I will change my mind." Josefa stretched out his index and middle fingers.

"If you don't want to be the captain, we can change positions. Anyway, I am in command of the crew most of the time."

Fielding said nonchalantly.

"Bah, Josefa, your salary is the highest on the ship, higher than that of me and the first mate. And you, Fielding, I'm not looking for a new way out for us collectively. You plan to be a pirate for the rest of your life."

"I don't care. I'm old. Even if I'm really caught and hanged on the dock, you don't have to collect my body. Just remember to send my pension back to Luke."

"José, please make a good decision and let's get down to business. Did you bring that moisturizing brooch? I happened to meet someone with a lot of money, oh no, a rich lady."

Why did he say everything he wanted to say in one smooth motion? Fortunately, the two people in front of him didn't say anything. Miss Rose couldn't hear him either, so Derek still acted like a captain.

"Sacrifice your appearance? No one will appreciate you, you are so big and thick. Josefa, please bring your brooch." After joking, Fielding finally thought of business.

"Bring it with you. No one has stolen this thing even if it is left at the warehouse door. It looks ugly." Josefa took out a brooch from his jacket pocket.

The appearance of the brooch looks like a small daisy. It has a gold-plated copper flower handle and petals made of white shell beads. In the middle is a blue pearl that forms the stamen. The core of this brooch is the pearl.

"Be careful, this thing is a sacred object after all."

Drake took the brooch and looked at it. The moment it touched his skin, he felt that part of his magic power was absorbed, and then the air became a little more humid. The temperature around him also dropped a little.

"The effect is still very obvious, although it is useless. An exquisite vase?" Drake made an accurate evaluation.

"How much do you plan to sell it for?" Fielding asked the key point without saying much.

"A useful B-level sacred object, take my smart dagger that can emit wind blades, is at least 1,500 pounds. How much do you think is appropriate for this thing with little practical value?"

"1,000 pounds is a sacred object after all." Josefa gave a decisive suggestion.

"I don't think, Captain, are you going to take a small sum and run away or find a long-term meal ticket?"

"In the long run, you can't just make a small fortune and run away." Drake naturally chose long-term cooperation. This would not only provide a stable income for the fleet, but also build up his reputation in the literary society.

"Then I suggest you only ask for 800 pounds, and intentionally or unintentionally reveal that 800 pounds is a great value."

A favor? Drake understood Fielding's thinking.

"Then I'll sell it for 900 pounds?" Drake was shaken and came up with a compromise idea.

"I don't recommend it. Either it's just 1,000 pounds, or 800 or 900 pounds, which means you don't make much money, but you don't show enough kindness."

"Then 800. Josefa, you can find a piece of silk to wrap the brooch later. It's best to find a mahogany box and make the packaging more beautiful."

"Okay, I'll go find an expensive-looking box for the brooch."

In the Venus Bar, when Martin and Jacob were about to leave, a man rushed in the door in a panic.

"Police, police are here."

Geer was a little flustered, but he still shouted: "Don't be afraid, there are so many of us and we are afraid of a few policemen."

At this time, the people who had been cheering together just now fell silent when they heard the police arrived. Everyone in the pub continued to drink as if nothing had happened.

"This way, there is a secret passage in the wine cellar behind the door." The bartender greeted everyone in the Liberation Party.

"That box, it's hard to raise the funds." Temesha looked at the heavy box at her hand.

"People are more important than money, let's go quickly." the bartender urged.

"Why don't you leave it to me and you can pick it up at this time and place next week." Martin stood in front of a group of people from the Liberation Party.

"Temesha, do you know this gentleman?" Geer looked at the two Martins up and down.

"I saw this gentleman doing a free clinic in the square a few days ago." Temesha briefly introduced him.

"Then give the cash box to this gentleman. We can't take it with you anyway. Let's go and don't stand here." Geer decisively pulled Temesha into the wine cellar.

"Carry it, let's go." Martin kicked the cash box.

"Me?" Jacob was about to protest but finally shut up. After all, the future bishop couldn't afford to offend him.

The donation box was about half the height of a person. Jacob weighed it and found it was OK. He picked it up and put it on his chest.

Martin opened the door, and four or five policemen rushed in from the outside, and then they were all knocked away. It was like the wooden pins were knocked away by a bowling ball, and the last unlucky guy was inserted straight into the grass on the roadside.

"Dare to attack the police? I won't deal with you well today. I, Sheriff Stanley, will lose my face."

Behind this group of unfortunates stood the policeman who looked like the leader, shouting loudly.

"Stanley? Sounds familiar." Martin looked at the police officers everywhere, and the man at the end who was leading a big wolfdog, had a loud voice but his legs were shaking.

"Who knows you, privately promotes godless reactionary ideas, and openly attacks the police. Five years, not ten years to start."

Stanley said as he pulled the policeman on the ground up.

"Then how can we let us go?" Martin said with a smile.

When Stanley heard this, he immediately became energetic and raised his short and fat middle finger.

"With this number, I will pretend that nothing happened today."

"One hundred marks?" Martin asked tentatively.

"One thousand marks, how can I spend only one hundred marks on the medical expenses of my brothers?"

When Stanley saw that the opponent's uniform had softened, the decisive lion opened his mouth.

"How about this? I think it's worth some money."

Martin threw out his bishop's holy emblem, which looked like a balance-shaped medal made of pure gold. Stanley took it and threw it to the men next to him without looking at it carefully.

"That's not enough. I also want to take back the box you're holding behind as evidence."

Stanley considers himself not a good person. There are many profit-seeking bastards like him in Dunland. He has not seen many of them actually being punished by God.

"Mr. Martin, I can't stand it anymore, let me beat them up."

Jacob put down the box and saw that the things in front of him were getting bigger and bigger.

"Forget it, I'll do it. It's not important for you to take action." Martin rolled up his sleeves.
Chapter completed!