Chapter 375： Undercurrent Surging (Part 1)

A carriage with simple decorations slowly drove into the commercial district of Silver Moon City and stopped in front of a luxurious house.

The car door clocked, and a tall young man walked down.

He wore a wide cocked hat, bowed his head, and couldn't see his face clearly, but only from the details of his posture revealed inadvertently, he must be a great noble from an extraordinary background.

"Sorry, sir, can I see your invitation?" The waiter politely stopped the young man.

But before the young man showed his invitation, a short, chubby, slightly bald middle-aged man in a printed robe rushed out vigorously.

He pushed the attendant away and greeted the young man in the door with a flattering look.

The attendant, who was roughly pushed away, looked at all this dumbfounded, and didn't recover for a long while.

Of course he didn't dare to be angry, because the middle-aged man who rushed out of the door was the legendary half-elf merchant of Silvermoon—Javier!

Therefore, the attendant was just a little surprised. What kind of identity was the young man just now, and he was greeted by Javier himself, and his attitude was so humble.

After entering the door, the young man took off his hat, revealing a tough and handsome face, but with a cold face.

If Colin were here, he would definitely recognize that the young man was his old acquaintance-Marquis Vincent!

The eldest son of the Duke of the East came to Silvermoon City again after half a year.

I don't know if I remembered some unpleasant memories from the last time I came, Marquis Vincent's brows have been frowning tightly.

Javier laughed all the way and kept talking some witty words, but he didn't see the Marquis Vincent's face getting better, and his heart became even more anxious.

As the central building of the commercial district of Silver Moon City, the decoration here is extremely luxurious. At first glance, it is full of magnificent gold paint. Even the gaps in the white glazed rocks on the ground are poured with melted gold. Again.

It is a pity that this nouveau riche style is obviously not in the eyes of the Marquis of Vincent.

Not only didn't he see it, but he couldn't smell it. As soon as the Marquis of Vincent entered the door, he couldn't help covering his nose, because the scent here was so strong that it choked his nose.

Of course, the Marquis of Vincent can also understand why this is.

In front of them, half-elf female slaves wearing light gauze skirts are showing their beautiful carcasses in front of guests. If you want to, you can discuss with them the pleasure of not being racially multiplied at any time.

Although the Marquis of Vincent despised these lowly female slaves, not all of them were so reserved, and the smell of perfume in the room could not completely cover the stench full of hormones.

Javier was still clever, seeing the discomfort of the Marquis Vincent, and quickly asked the maid to open all the windows for air.

"Master Marquis, this time I have summoned the presidents of the seventeen most influential half-elf chambers of commerce in Silvermoon City, and come to listen to your teachings!"

The Marquis of Vincent finally showed a trace of satisfaction, nodded, and followed Havel into the conference hall.

The lobby is very spacious. The round tables made of gold-covered oak are very eye-catching, and the conference chairs made of white tiger animal skins are also very exquisite, but the overall style is less serious.

Seeing the Marquis Vincent walk in, the businessmen sitting around the conference table stood up and bowed in salute.

The Marquis of Vincent raised his hand and pressed it, letting everyone sit down.

Javier took the Marquis of Vincent to the main seat, and then said aloud: "Everyone, today we are fortunate to have invited the first heir of the noble Saint-Pros family, the Marquis of Vincent!

Everyone knows why this meeting was held.

Our half-elf business community must no longer be slaughtered!

We must fight for our own interests!

Fortunately, we are not alone. The Marquis of Vincent brought the support of the Duke of the East to our half-elf business community today.

Please believe that as long as we unite, we can definitely make our own voice! "

Havel is very good at mobilizing the atmosphere, and he also understands that businessmen, a wealthy but lacking group, want more respect than anyone else.

"Below, please, my honorable Marquis Vincent, speak for us!"

After speaking, Havel sat down in the first deputy position of his left hand, and there was immediately warm applause and praise in the conference room.

Vincent smiled reservedly. As the noble East Marquis, he actually looked down on these lowly vulgar, profit-seeking businessmen from the bottom of his heart. If it were not for his own plan, he would not sit in the same picture with these people. At the round table.

Looking around for a week, the Marquis of Vincent said: "I don't want to talk nonsense, and I don't want to be polite, so I went straight to the subject."

After a pause, the Marquis of Vincent took a sip from the silver teacup, and the fragrant and elegant aroma immediately echoed in his mouth, which made him feel a little relieved, and continued:

"The reason why you gather here is because you don't want to let the food you have hoarded so hard to be collected by the Earl of Anglia in the north at a low price, but in the face of the strength of the north and Queen Aisha's favoritism, you again Don't dare to resist in the face.

However, don’t worry, the half-elf kingdom is not a possession of the north, nor is it a garden that Queen Aisha can freely play with! "

Hearing this, the half-elf merchants sitting around the table suddenly refreshed and looked at the Marquis of Vincent with expectant eyes.

"I can tell you clearly that Silvermoon City is about to usher in a great change! From then on, this is no longer a place where Queen Aisha or Earl Anglia can cover the sky with one hand!

So, you guys, I wonder if you are willing to contribute to this? "

As soon as this statement came out, half-elf merchants expressed their willingness to cooperate with the actions of the Marquis of Vincent.

They had already seen clearly that Queen Aisha was a puppet supported by Count Anglia, and even the child in her belly was very likely to belong to Count Anglia.

It is impossible for such a queen to safeguard the interests of the half-elf kingdom, let alone gain the support of these half-elf merchants.

The Marquis of Vincent nodded with satisfaction and said: "Well, since everyone is so enthusiastic, then I can rest assured. I have arranged for people to do conspiracy calculations, and even fighting and fighting things. As for you, I only hope you can Do one thing within the limits of your ability."

"Master Marquis, if you need us to do anything, please tell me directly!" Havel immediately stood up and asked on behalf of the half-elf merchants.

The Marquis of Vincent also stood up from his position, his sullen eyes slowly swept over every half-elf merchant, and then he said in a concentrated voice:

"I want you to burn all the food stocks!"

"what?"

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the half-elf merchants changed drastically, and they never thought that the Marquis of the East would ask them to do such a thing.

"Why? Don't you want to do it?" Marquis Vincent asked coldly.

Facing such questioning, the half-elf merchants suddenly bowed their heads and dared not speak.

But after a moment of silence, a half-elf merchant finally stood up and said: "My lord Marquis, you are doing this even more than Earl Angley!

Although his bid is very low, at least it prevents us from losing money, but if you do so, we will suffer a huge loss!

If so, we might as well cooperate with Count Angele. "

Marquis Vincent chuckled and said, "Do you know? This is the first objection I have received since I came to Silvermoon City."

The half-elf businessman scratched his neck and said forcefully: "Master Marquis, if you still disregard the interests of your allies in this way, you will only receive more opposition in the future!"

"Are you teaching me?"

"Don't dare! I'm just admonishing you."

"Persuasion?" Marquis Vincent stood up quietly, walked slowly behind the half-elf businessman, put his hands on his shoulders, and laughed, "But you know? You are qualified to use this tone. Only my father, the Duke of the East, is talking to me!"

As soon as the half-elf businessman wanted to continue his defense, UU reading saw surprise and disbelief in the eyes of others.

Before he could figure out what was going on, the Marquis Vincent behind him grinned and picked up the knife used to eat desserts on the table, grabbed his hair hard, and stuck it in his eyes!

Driven by the huge impact, the not-a-sharp table knife plunged into the half-elf businessman’s eyeballs without any hindrance, and went deep into his mind, splashing blood and brain pulp on the white tablecloth, like Blossoming flowers.

The pig-killing howl sounded, but it became weaker and weaker, and finally returned to death-like silence.

The Marquis of Vincent seemed to have done a trivial thing. He calmly took out a white silk handkerchief, wiped the blood on his hands, and covered the corpse in front of him.

After doing this, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, as if the violence accumulated since entering Silvermoon City was finally vented.

"Now, who else is against?"