Chapter 571: Rules of Rock Act

I love the tax collection link-and Rhode understands it.
Commanding the ship to enter the harbor in this icy and snowy place can only be called with a throat, which is indeed more difficult.
Even for the barbarians of Freildard, this port manager's work is considered a high-intensity job.
Then, when Rod asked about the price, he immediately put away his understanding.
"Three Thousand Gold Hexs?! You are robbing!"
After learning that Rhode's currency is Hex coins, the barbarian strong man directly quoted a price of 3,000 gold Hex.
In all fairness, this is a shameless price-shameless to the point where Rod would feel embarrassed if he collected taxes like this.
You know, when the cruise ship was full of Ionian specialties and parked on Fuguang Island, the tax proposed by Rod was only three hundred gold Hex-so, the unlucky child chose to evade taxes.
Well now, this barbarian has a mouth of three thousand gold hex.
Rod wanted to directly hit the ball with fire—and the barbarian succeeded in saving his life.
"Three Thousand Gold Hex-or pass the test of Rockefeller."
Speaking and panting is a bad habit.
"Test of Rockefeller? What is that stuff?"
"A tradition." The port administrator rubbed his hands, "or rather, a challenge-as long as you can prove that you can survive in Freldjod instead of wasting food, you can avoid management fees. "
During the talk, the barbarian took Rod to the nearest administrator's hut and explained to him in detail what Lockheed's test was.
In Freydold, because of the lack of materials and difficult conditions, waste is absolutely unforgivable-this is Freydold's tradition.
The outsiders are mixed, and many outsiders have a higher heart than the sky, thinking that they are very powerful, but in fact after a lot of eating and drinking, they left the port and fed the snow wolf in two steps...
Because of the geographical location, the number of ships willing to come to Rockefeller is very small, which also makes the food here precious, and after eating a good meal, it feeds the snow wolf, which in the eyes of the Freilzhud people, It is a waste of nothing.
The Freildards are not stingy, but particularly hate this kind of food waste idiot-although they want to simply close the port to allow outsiders to enter, but they do need external supplies, and outsiders are also against Frey Erzhuod's specialty products have great expectations.
Over time, Rockefeller has an interesting rule-any new guy, either you pay a lot of money to prove that you are a local tyrant and can bring more benefits; or it proves that what you eat here is not a waste of food .
It sounds a bit awkward, but in fact it is a last resort for Freardzhud in the lack of supplies. Compared with the Piedmontese, the Freardzhud does not have much economic policy to ensure that their trade is normal, so They simply follow the "Rules of Locke Law", as long as you prove that you are useful, you can enter the Rock Act, otherwise you will get out!
The barbarians will not formulate detailed terms, and this "give money or test" policy has all been accused of breaking tradition.
"Something interesting." Rod nodded. "So, what is your test?"
"It's very simple." The administrator pointed to a kite flickering in the middle of the sky outside the small window. "That's our guide. As long as you go to the mountain behind to change its oil bladder, you're done."
With that said, the administrator took off a shriveled oil sac full of bathtub from the wall.
"Of course, you need to figure out the oil inside. Fish oil, whale oil, animal oil or human oil will do. There is no limit to the type, but it must be filled with oil capsules, and then I will take you to replace the oil capsules for the kite."
With that said, the administrator took another oil sac filled with grease and showed Rod how to open this special oil sac-it looks like this oil sac is a kind of animal's stomach bag, which has been specially processed Made.
The entire oil bladder can be opened from the middle, and then put the solid grease into it. After closing again, the oil bladder will not only be tightly closed, and the liquid grease will not leak out, even it will automatically compress, and the grease will slowly exit the oil bladder outlet. "Spit it out", the Freyrads hung this oil sac under the kite and used it as a temporary lighthouse.
(The kite + ignited oil pouch is in a sense very similar to the principle of a hot air balloon.)
Rod nodded-that is, the test was aimed at the level of outsiders fishing, hunting or killing?
Rod stroked his chin thoughtfully.
"If you don't take oil from the prey, I can help." The administrator apparently misunderstood Rod's meaning, he thought it was Rod's embarrassing performance, "but you will get my share of the gain."
"Oh, this is nothing." Rhode waved his hand. "What about the time limit?"
"There is no time limit." The manager shook his head. "But you won't get any supplies from Freilzhud until you complete the test."
The implication is that delay will only bring death.
Rhod nodded~EbookFREE.me~ took the oil pouch and turned and left the cabin.
In the hut, the barbarian who managed the port felt a little surprised.
This oil bag is very heavy-although this weight is nothing to a barbarian warrior, I did not expect that this guy from the south can also pick it up, and it is still very easy?
It will be late.
At this time, few people came to the port of Glazer. The administrator was feeling hungry in his belly. When he wanted to eat something, the door was suddenly opened.
It was Rhode-he came back carrying the oil sac.
"Abandoned?" The administrator exhaled a little unexpectedly. "Or do you intend to pay the money?"
"No." Rod returned the heavy oil bladder to his hands. "The oil bladder is full. Now you can take me to change the oil bladder for the kite. We can still catch up with dinner."
After taking the heavy, apparently liquid-filled oil sac, the barbarian who managed the port was dumbfounded.
He hurriedly opened the outlet of the oil sac. When this big man looked down, he saw that the oil sac was full of yellow liquid, and the smell of vegetable oil came even more. This is unique to Frey Zhuod. The smell of kenaf seed oil.
An outsider brought a lot of kenaf seed oil in advance-this is impossible.
"Yes." Looking at the stupefied administrator, Rod smiled perfectly, "This is the inventory in the only tavern in your town."
With that, Rod pushed the door of the cabin.
A blaze of fire reflected his face.
"Calm, I just ignited a hillside in front of them, and the owner of the tavern gave me the oil." Rod looked innocent, "Speaking of that, the old man looks like you... and a little bit... It looks like."
"...He is my father."
In response to Rod, it was a hack from the administrator.