Fitztierer understood, and a smile appeared on his face, changing his previous angry expression. The whole person calmed down.

"Wait a minute." Then he raised a hand and said in a loud voice.

This drew everyone's attention, and it was clear that they all wanted to know what the merchant wanted to say.

"Since you said that what I gave you yesterday was fake, do you dare to ask the believers of the God of Trade and Wealth to come over and theorize? They have the most say in this kind of thing, and the guilt of creating and using fake sol is not low. I don't think you need to think about being a trader anymore. Of course, those guys hiding behind me won't let go of either! "Fitztierer's voice was loud, and it was heard all over the streets under Raphael's 'amplification'.

The production and production of the Golden Sol and the Silver Sol are made by the followers of the god of trade and wealth according to a constant quantity set by the gods, no more, no less. The value of the exchange is also fixed, and one gold sol is equal to twenty silver soles. This is the currency that circulates between countries! Only the production of the copper sol is in the hands of the official, but if anyone wants to get their hands on the production of the golden sol and the silver sol, then the believers of the god of trade and wealth will become an unreasonable mob!

This is not as simple as stealing business, it is about the strength of the entire divine power of the god of trade and wealth, if everyone does not use the gold and silver sol made by the temple, then the title of the god of trade and wealth will exist in name only! It's like a delicate instrument that is missing a small part, and the whole machine will be ineffective or even destroyed!

This is definitely not what the believers of the god of trade and wealth want to see, and when this happens, they are more motivated than those diligent birds!

"Do you dare?" Fetztierer shouted again.

"Do you dare?!" The surrounding seafarers also chimed in.

The sound rang in their ears like an ancient bell, and their ears were filled with a roar. The shopkeeper's face changed immediately, how could he forget about this stubble! I thought it was a foolproof thing, but now it looks like it's full of loopholes! It really had to be for the god of trade and wealth to bring in those believers, who would have absolutely no good fruit to eat!

"Quick, get them up! Silly? "The shopkeeper obviously knows very well that he has to cut through the mess quickly at this moment, as long as he arrests all these people. There is no proof of death!

The leader of the soldiers also reacted immediately, this is not the time to be afraid! If you have time to be scared at the moment, it is better to arrest everyone, you are afraid, and the people above must be even more afraid! They won't allow that to happen!

Thinking of this, the leader of the soldiers shouted, "These guys are already talking nonsense, all arrested!" As he spoke, he rushed to one of the seamen! Because of the shouting just now, more and more people were watching around, and they exchanged heads and ears with each other.

Raphael also pulled a sailor knife from his waist, and at the moment he was not fit to use magic. In terms of melee combat, he is not very strong, but since remembering the things about Max Abraham, what he learned in his childhood has slowly come back to him! As soon as he took a quick step, Raphael swiped between the gaps of the seafarers like an evil ghost, holding the hilt of his sword with both hands, and stabbed! Raphael's shot pays attention to three words, fast, accurate, and ruthless!

A blow pierced the soldier's organs, and with a stroke, a terrifying cut appeared on his body! Raphael repelled with a single blow, without the slightest remembrance. He knows very well what his strengths are, and he won't be stupid enough to go head-to-head with them. Blood was shed, and there was a wail of pain, as if announcing the beginning of this battle!

The situation is neither bad nor bad for Raphael, and a small battle is advantageous for them. But the other side is more than four times as numerous as theirs!

"Retreat into the alley!" Raphael's loud voice played a role in stabilizing the morale of the army at this moment, and everyone obeyed Raphael's orders, taking Fitzteler as the object of care, and the seamen moved inward. This will make the enemy's numerical advantage unplayable!

However, Raphael seemed to underestimate the other party's madness, "Set fire!" Quick, set it on fire! The shopkeeper's somewhat frantic voice made the hearts of everyone present tremble, this is a commercial street, if you set it on fire! The consequences are unimaginable! Don't let that happen!

All the vendors reached a consensus in an instant, no matter what the other party's purpose was, whether it was framing or vendetta, it was none of their business! If they do set fires, then their own shops will inevitably not be affected!

"Come and find the believers of the God of Wealth! Fast! An old man in an ornate robe whispered to the young man beside him.

These young people quickly left the shop, and at the same time, the owners of the nearby shops called out to the thugs in the store!

Raphael smiled when he heard the word arson, and he knew they were going to win the battle!

"Sometimes, you don't have to think about it too much. Just wait for the enemy to be stupid. Raphael couldn't help but think of it.

"Then let me add a fire!" Raphael couldn't help but show a sneer, want to play yin with me? I'm sorry, I'm the one who likes to play this the most!

"You're waiting to set fire, get back!" Raphael lowered his voice, and everyone else around him nodded. Then Raphael motioned for the group to retreat, and then two more torches came out of his hands, and the stoppers on them were pulled apart, and as soon as they came into contact with the air, the flames burst out.

Raphael wasn't going to use the fireball technique, which would leave some traces of magic. This makes it easy for people to find themselves in a hurry, and Raphael doesn't plan to take the pot for these nobles! Since they love to play, then play big!

Two torches came out of their hands and landed in the dry wood at the back of the house, and the heat of these shops was naturally made of wood, the cheapest but most effective thing.

"These sons of bitches are setting fires, go back! Damn, are these guys really so shameless?! The seamen added fuel and vinegar in their own way, and the flames burst into flames. The melon-eating masses who didn't know the truth in the back panicked when they heard the shouts of the seafarers, it was winter at the moment, and there was not so much water to extinguish the flames to use!

Those soldiers were stunned, they didn't even take out the tools that could start the fire, why did they catch fire? The faces of the surrounding shop owners were all pale, "Come on, you idiots! Are you going to wait until they burn down my shop? ”

How could the shopkeeper still think about who set the fire at this moment, he was only thinking about the possible losses in his mind now! These soldiers! The thugs were also stunned, and then took out iron rods and short knives from the corners of the shop, although the control in the city is relatively strict, ordinary people are not allowed to hide weapons at will!

But how can it be possible to open a store without a few precautions? The thugs are stuck with these soldiers, after all, whether this bowl of rice can be eaten or not depends on their performance at the moment!

There was a 'clanging' sound!

Nearby vendors pooled the water available in their stores to extinguish the sudden fire, but these small buckets could put out the dry timber! Turning his head to see the flames licking the shop, Raphael couldn't help but laugh.

This is enough to keep many nobles busy, but Raphael didn't go far, he still needs to give these nobles a fatal blow!

"Cremont, go tell the city guards that there's a fire here." Raphael said to a very clever seaman beside him, this guy is only fifteen years old, this is a seaman recommended by Jack Kenway to himself, he is the youngest first mate under Jack Kenway, according to Jack Kenway's words, this guy is definitely an excellent captain after a few years of training.

"Yes, sir." Cremont has the youthfulness of a young man, and his tone is a little immature, but his eyes are very sharp. His ability to do things made Van Luntieen value him very much, and he entrusted him with many affairs on the ship, and even the crew were very convinced of this young man!

Clement discerned the direction and ran away quickly, "Gather the nearby vendors to put out the fire so that we don't suspect arson." Raphael whispered, and the seafarers around him nodded in understanding.

"It's on fire, come and put out the fire!"

"It's on fire, come and put out the fire!"

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The seafarers shouted loudly and loudly, the voices of which could be heard from several streets away. The shopping street is huge, and the number of spectators attracted by Raphael's battle there is only the tip of the iceberg. He needs more people to know about this matter and create greater public opinion! Being able to make the aristocratic district chaotic in advance is also of great benefit to his next actions!

The shopkeepers woke up from their naps when they heard these shouts, and sure enough, they saw thick black smoke running into the sky! Although the scale of the commercial street is large, it cannot accommodate the many shops, so the houses in this golden area are very compact. Everyone knows very well that if you watch the play at this time, you may be able to wait for a fire to burn to your side!

They all beckoned the guys in the store to join in the firefighting, "Which goddamn fool made the fire, don't let Lao Tzu know, otherwise Lao Tzu will let him know what is called roast suckling pig!" I saw a fat guy rush out of his shop, looking at the direction of the fire, his face flushed as he spoke, and as he spoke, he sprinted forward, it was hard to imagine that his figure could burst out at such a fast speed.

Raphael beckoned the seafarers to follow, the stage was huge, how could they, the leading actors, miss it?

The word "strength in numbers" is really not fake, the fire was finally extinguished after spreading to dozens of shops, looking at the look of those shopkeepers who were loveless, Raphael really felt a little guilty, but this guilt only existed for a few seconds.

There is a wrong, and there is a debtor. Speaking of which, he is also one of the victims, well, if there are no obstructions from these nobles, there is no need for him to make this mess! So all the problems come down to the problems of those nobles too!

The believers of the god of trade and wealth walked to the scene of the crime with a blue face, looking at the ruins left in the shopping street, and their faces were comparable to the charcoal that had been burned!

"Oracle, make decisions for us! We were doing our business well, and the soldiers set fire to it! As if they had found an outlet, these shopkeepers gathered around them, and they spoke one sentence after another, like flies swirling around the perimeter, making their already bad faces even more ugly!

"One by one, tell me what the hell is going on!" The middle-aged man in the center waved his hand a little annoyed, and said loudly, and the shopkeepers around him closed their mouths. The old man who had left before told the story of the matter, and from time to time he looked back to identify the people involved.

"You're saying someone came up with a fake Kinsol?!" These believers in the god of trade and wealth listened to the old man's words, and their eyes were sharpened, and they no longer had the appearance of being peaceful and wealthy!

"Yes, oracle. The shopkeeper said that the merchant had bought his goods with fake Kinsol, but the merchant said that he had paid for it yesterday and that the shopkeeper had received it himself. The old man didn't dare to look directly into the eyes of these people, and lowered his head and said.

"Okay, we usually treat people well. You think we're bullies, don't you? Even the fake Thor dared to take it out as evidence, didn't he? Do you think the people of our temple are all dead?! The middle-aged man's words were frosty, a little colder than the air around him. The shop owners around them were silent, and they forgot what they wanted to do for a while.

"Good, good!" The middle-aged man pushed away the old man in front of him and walked to the center of the field, looking at the soldiers gathered around him, and the shopkeeper with a pale face.

"Where did those fake Thor come from?" The middle-aged man walked straight up to the shopkeeper and said coldly.

"God...... The money was all from the merchant's hand. The shopkeeper knew that if he dared to fight back at this time, then he would really be hopeless, so he could only insist that the source of the money was obtained by the waiter Fiztier. Only then can you have a chance to have a chance of life!

"Divine messenger, I dare to swear to the god of trade and wealth, if this fake thor flows out of my hands, then my soul will not be able to enter the soul river after death!" Fetzteler said righteously, with a serious face, which was already a very serious punishment. The consequence of the soul not being able to enter the soul river is to become a lonely ghost, and at best, to become an undead!

"So, what about you!" After listening to Fitztier's words, the middle-aged man once again fixed his eyes on the shopkeeper!