But even so, the seafarers began to be a little tired by the members of these guards, and there was still a big gap between the ragtag army and the regular army! Soon, the seafarers began to get wounded! But the armor on the seafarers was replaced by Jack Kenway, and the defense was excellent, leaving only a few skin wounds!

This made those guards look up at these guys a few times, after all, the weapons in their hands can be regarded as magical equipment, and they can't achieve the effect of killing with one hit! The pain made these seamen's desire to fight even stronger, and the fierceness between their shots and the hideousness on their faces showed that they were in full swing!

When Raphael saw this, the expression on his face remained unchanged, and his heart was full of admiration for the heroic performance of these crew members! Not everyone is able to take up the weapon in their hands and resist in the face of something more powerful than themselves!

"It's possible to train these guys a little, not afraid of war, strong desire to fight and will to fight, good naval foundation!"

Thinking about it, Raphael made a move, and one by one ice spears attacked these guys, although Raphael suppressed his own strength, but the attack was not merciless. The strength of these guys may be good at guarding the nobles, but they are still much worse in front of the real masters, even if the weapons in their hands keep trying to resist the attack of the ice spear, but how can Raphael's ice spear be easily resisted by them?

Every ice spear was cut into the areas where the armor on these guys was not covered, as if to make them feel painful, and Raphael's attack was positioned in places that would not be fatal. The crew saw that these originally bullish creatures slowed down one by one, and the sailor knives in their hands danced more freely, as if they wanted to repay them for the pain they had suffered before!

Soon, death appeared on the ship. With Raphael's side aid, the crew's attack had an unstoppable feel. Below, the little fox also uses some more subtle magic to make the crew hurt but not seriously injured, and can also kill one or two soldiers from time to time!

The situation here made the faces of the nobles in the distance look like September frost, and the death of the cavalry was insignificant to them. But the death of the members of the guard is different, it is all cultivated by their respective families with a lot of money, and the death of one is no less than the loss of a bunch of Jinsol, who knows the pain in his heart? Just looking at Griffin standing aside, they could only hold on and pretend that they didn't care! Typical slap in the face to fill the fat man!

Shaking his head slightly, Griffin seemed a little disappointed, turned and left. The aristocrats stared at each other, and they didn't know what to say. However, they still reacted quickly, now is not the time to think about slapping this big man, the lives of his guards are still being pinched by others!

Hurriedly pulled up some long robes under them, in order to show their attention, they were wearing the holy three robes, which were a kind of solemn robes, which were embroidered with ornate ornaments, and in order to reflect the luxury, there were long supports at the back hem, which were equipped with some shiny enchantments, and it would be even more gorgeous to walk on the kind of palace fired tiles!

It's just that if you use it to walk around on weekdays, these things look very chicken!

Then you will see a very comical scene, a group of nobles in gorgeous robes striding on the hard stone road in the dock area with the back hem of their robes, and the hard leather boots under their feet make an unnatural echo. Let these nobles' feet be knocked a little uncomfortable!

But at this moment, they were like warriors who had forgotten their lives, and they didn't care about the pain coming from their feet. As he ran, he kept shouting, "Raphael Abraham, order your seamen to stop behaving like this!" "It looked like a little girl who had been wronged so much.

The coolies in the dock area looked at the appearance of these noble lords, wanted to laugh but did not dare to laugh, and they all lowered their heads and pretended to cough.

Raphael looked at a group of nobles running like pigs in the distance, and couldn't help laughing, which made the already iron-blue faces of these nobles even more iron-blue. The battle below was halted by the intervention of these nobles, and it was clearly divided. The seamen approached the position of the ship, and the battle on it was over, and they threw down thick ropes from it, and they climbed up very quickly.

The cavalry soldiers wanted to draw their arrows and shoot at them, but the thought of Raphael's previous counterattack stopped them.

"Raphael Abraham, command your seamen to stop doing this! You are provoking the authority of the nobles of the harbor of St. Helier! Can you, a country aristocrat, afford it? "Well, even if these nobles are weak, they still have to take advantage of three points in words.

"Hah, country nobleman?" For these guys who couldn't see the situation clearly, Raphael couldn't help but shake his head. You say that if you lose, you will be soft, and these guys will have a hard mouth when they lose, so what is that? That's not hardness, that's stupidity! It's just that Raphael's behavior made those nobles think that Raphael recognized the situation.

"After all, it's just a mudblood from the countryside, and it's still not comparable to us orthodox nobles!" That's what they're really thinking.

"Well, you're not wrong. The aristocrats in the countryside are relatively poor, so there seems to be nothing wrong with finding rich people to help them, right? Raphael looked at the appearance of these guys and smiled kindly. And usually, the appearance of this smile is a sign that someone is going to be unlucky......

"Yes, each of us can give a hundred gold soles to help a country nobleman like you!" When these nobles saw Raphael's soft appearance, they suddenly became unstoppable, and they shouted loudly and laughed unscrupulously.

"Tut-tut, a hundred gold soles. That's a lot, how many Kinsor did you promise when you let these guys kill me? Raphael looked at the funny looks of these guys, and the smile on his face was even worse.

"This ......" The nobles were choked by Raphael's question, and for a moment they became dumb, they did not know the meaning of Raphael's words.

"Come, tell me about it. How much kinsol do these guys promise you? Raphael used the mage's hand to lift up a soldier who had fallen to the ground, and the man's arm was cut with a deep wound that could have been cut into the bones, and if he hadn't healed it in time, his hand might have been destroyed!

"Five...... Five thousand gold sol, Master Magician, let go ...... Leave me alone. This guy spoke weakly, and his words were full of begging for mercy, much smarter than those nobles.

"Oh? Five thousand is it? Is my life worth five thousand gold soles? Raphael said in a slightly puzzled tone, "Then my requirements are not very high, and the lives of these people are two thousand five hundred gold soles per person, and the price is not negotiable." As he spoke, he continued to smile harmlessly.

"Two thousand five hundred gold soles per person?! Why don't you grab it?! When the nobles heard Raphael's words, their faces turned red, and they shouted one by one in the loudest voice of their lives.

"My price is so fair, how can I say it's a robbery? Otherwise, if you turn your head and leave, I won't say anything more. The slave market will love these slaves, how many gold soles do you think they will be able to sell by then? Isn't it for your sake? Raphael didn't care at all about the eyes of these nobles trying to eat him alive, and said happily. He was right, although these guys were hurt, they were not seriously injured under Raphael's hand, and they could recover with a little healing.

This kind of guy with good strength, who knows how to fight and drills properly, can sell it in the slave market, and he can casually exceed the price of two thousand five hundred gold soles! Therefore, when everyone heard Raphael's verbal threat, their faces froze. Although the words of this kid are not very ear-catching, they are really ironclad facts.

It made them hesitate for a while, and they didn't know if they should suffer this dumb loss! Give up these guys, right? They couldn't bear it even more, not that they couldn't bear these guys. It's the dedication to them. But if you don't give up these guys, the price of two thousand five hundred gold soles per person is not a cheap job!

Remember the output of Raphael's earliest realms? The output that can be obtained in a year is only more than 30 gold soles, which is converted into 2,500 gold soles, which is almost the output of the territory of eighty-three years. Sometimes, looking back at the savings on his body a few months ago, Raphael can't help but sigh a little that he is really a genius who amasses money!

"How's it going? But if you don't want to, I'll heal them and take them to other cities and sell them, so that no one will accept my kindness. Seeing the expressions on the faces of these guys, Raphael didn't know what was going on in their hearts. Can't help but add a fire.

"Buy...... We buy! This sentence seemed to pop out between the teeth, and I don't know how determined it was. Two thousand five hundred gold soles alone, Raphael counted the members of the guard present, and a total of forty-five people were still alive, that is, one hundred and twenty-two thousand five hundred gold soles. This is still above the bottom line of these nobles' purchases, otherwise the price will rise a lot!

It's no wonder that those defeated prisoners of war will have their own slave traders exclusive to the royal family to sell, this is indeed a profiteering business! It's really not impossible to feed war with war!

"Give it to you first, we're giving money!" The nobles gritted their teeth and said.

"Are you stupid, or do you think I'm stupid? Money first, then others, otherwise there is no need to talk. Listening to the words of these guys, Raphael couldn't help but laugh out loud, these guys are too condescending not to be clowns.

Looking at Raphael's ugly face, these nobles could only give in very unwillingly. Planks protruding from the boat, the guards were placed on trailers as if they were being trafficked pork. The aristocrats took out coins from their robes one after another, and these self-proclaimed orthodox nobles were quite receptive to this novelty, although they still preferred the shining golden gold, but it was more convenient to do it when they were outside.

"Count the coins yourselves, forty-five in all, one hundred and twenty-two thousand five hundred gold soles." Raphael, like a shrewd businessman, didn't give these guys the slightest chance to take advantage of them. Looking at Raphael's smug appearance, these nobles really wanted to slap him, but they all swallowed this evil breath. The form is not as good as people, the strength is not as good as people, and being cheated can only be considered unlucky!

With a wad of coins in his hand, Raphael counted them, and then asked the seamen to push the fellows in front of the nobles, and what they did next was not something that Raphael had to care about. Stepping back on the board, the crew took out the magic spear from the arsenal and pointed it at the guys below, if they made any moves, they would blame their own lives!

After all, they have already offended to death, and they are afraid of offending more? The nobles looked even worse when they saw these vulgar seamen pointing spears at them. Looking at these members of the guard who were wailing in pain, they regretted a little why they had just taken out the coins in their arms like evil spirits.

"You, you, you! Ship these guys back to me! The unhappy-looking nobleman nodded at the cavalrymen behind him and said, since the money has been spent, then they can't be let go of the water, if these guys die, then this deal will really be a big loss!

The horsemen did not dare to say anything, nodded their heads, picked them up on their backs, and hurried after the nobles, as for the horses, they had already run away. Watching these nobles flee with their tails between their legs, the crew whistled one after another!

"Fiztier, distribute these potions. One hundred gold soles were distributed to each seriously wounded seaman, fifty gold soles to those who were lightly wounded, and twenty gold soles to those who participated in the battle. Raphael pulled a vial of healing potion from the storage ring and commanded as he spoke. After making such a large amount of money, Raphael doesn't care about these small profits.

"Yes, sir." Although he was a little distressed by Raphael's lavish spending, Fitztierer also knew that this was the best way to win people's hearts. Especially since Raphael has just earned such a large amount of gold, this expense is indeed unacceptable.

The seafarers were grateful for Raphael's actions, and which of the nobles they had served did not treat them like dogs? If it is waved, it will come, and if it is called, it will go. How can there be such a strong sense of affection as Raphael? In particular, he took out precious magic potions to heal their injuries? This kind of treatment can be compared to those members of the Royal Guard! They all came to Raphael and swore that their future and their future children and grandchildren would fight for Raphael.

Raphael didn't think of why these guys would suddenly swear so much, but he didn't dislike accepting their allegiance one by one, after all, this is a no-loss deal, isn't it?