Chapter 61 (1/2)

In the afternoon of August 19, 1779, the glory calendar is approaching dusk.

Two old horses, pulling a long open salted fish cart.

That's right. It's a flatcar used to pull salted fish at the fish harbor wharf of Tulun port. Its four wheels are crooked. The big and big sea salt particles are on the car board. Many fish tails, fish heads and scales are scattered on the car board. The pungent smell of salted fish can float out hundreds of feet without wind.

Teeth riding on the back of an old horse, pulling the bridle, controlling the two horses to run forward in small steps.

Joe was dressed in a new suit, carrying the silver handled sword he had snatched from the highland hand, and stood majestically at the head of the flatbed wagon with his legs apart.

He looked around triumphantly. If it wasn't for his bloated body, Joe now has a kind of heroic spirit of ”feather, fan, silk scarf, and heroic appearance”.

Hundreds of guards of the Rittal family lined up in neat lines, surrounded by salted fish trucks.

At the back of the salted fish truck, more than 1000 soldiers in iron gray uniforms marched forward. In the middle of the team, there were more than a dozen artillery vans, including six hundred milli field guns and twelve sixty millimetre field guns.

Sinbad was sprawling on the salted fish cart with ragged clothes and messy hair. His left arm was cut off with his elbow in the previous capture. Now his wound was wrapped tightly with bandages, but blood was slowly seeping out of the bandage.

Sinbad's mouth was choked with a piece of cloth of unknown origin, dark and peculiar smell, which made him unable to make any sound.

His right hand and two legs were firmly fixed on the salted fish cart with handcuffs made of refined steel. His joints were violently removed by the teeth. His body was paralyzed as mud and trembled slightly as the carriage moved forward.

The neat procession swaggered along the street, where the passers-by looked sideways.

Soon, the team crossed the big square in front of the city hall. After three blocks, they turned northbound. After two more intersections, a mottled exterior wall appeared on the side of the road. It looked like an old four story building.

There are also white walls and red tiles. On the outer wall, there are arched windows. With multicolored glass, the scenes of local myths and legends in port Tulun are created.

The main door of the building faces south. On the door made of dark old ship plate, there are big black round rivets. These iron rivets are rubbed smooth, with a sense of vicissitudes of the old ship plate, so that the door is full of an inexplicable historical charm.

On the right wall of the gate, under a large gas street lamp, and on a fine steel chain the thickness of a thumb, a golden anchor more than two feet high was suspended.

This anchor is well-known throughout the port of Tulun.

Weighing nearly a thousand pounds, this anchor is really made of pure gold, not a gold-plated fake.

This anchor is of high value. If it can be stolen, it will make people rich overnight and have no worries about food and clothing for a lifetime.

It's just that this anchor has been hanging here for more than 200 years, and some people have even tried to use it, but all those people have disappeared, disappearing without a trace, as if there had never been such a person in the world.

The anchor made of pure gold has always been hanging here, proclaiming power, wealth, and cruel, primitive order and power.

This is the ”Golden Anchor club”, the oldest and most famous gold selling nest in port Tulun.

In this four story building, which covers an area of more than 20000 square feet, it is said that as long as you can enter the gate made of the ancient ship plate, you can satisfy all the noble or despicable desires in your heart.