Chapter 376： Undercurrent surging (below)

The air in the entire conference hall has frozen.

No one dared to speak out, and even controlled his breathing.

The strong smell of blood gradually permeated, and all the half-elf merchants here finally realized one thing-nobles can kill people!

No matter how gentle they are and how kind they are to the people, the rule of the nobility is based on violence from beginning to end.

In front of the nobles, the merchants, no matter how rich they are, are just lambs to be slaughtered.

The Marquis of Vincent used a **** corpse to make the half-elf merchants present to re-recognize the cold reality.

Some people have pale faces, daring to be angry and afraid to speak, some are frightened, their eyes are dodging, and some are downcast and completely admit their lives...

Havel was also sweating, and his heart was full of regret.

He thought he had hired a strong support, but he didn't expect that this was a strong support, it was just another jackal!

In contrast to this, he felt that he might as well have been from Earl Anglia...

Just as everyone was sitting on pins and needles, a half-elf businessman hesitatingly raised his hand, and said faintly: "Hou... Your lord Marquis... That... I drank too much water... I want to make it easier. ..."

The Marquis of Vincent glanced at the man and said coldly: "Hold it!"

The man turned pale, and nodded with a dry smile, seeming to say to himself: "Okay, okay, I can still...bear it..."

The meeting room was full of depressive atmosphere, almost suffocating.

Finally, the Marquis of Vincent spoke again: "Continuing the topic just now, I know that you care about your food, but if you want to make Silvermoon City change the sky, how can you not pay the price?

Haha, do you really expect to be able to sit back and reap the benefits without doing anything? "

The Marquis of Vincent glanced around and found that no one dared to look at him, and no one dared to refute, so his tone eased a little and said:

"Of course, after the event is completed, you will also have a share of the benefits you have obtained, which may be able to make up for your losses."

Hearing this, everyone smiled and praised the kindness and generosity of the Saint-Pros family.

Seeing the face-changing performances of these profit-seeking businessmen, Marquis Vincent sneered in his heart, but did not show anything on the surface.

At this point, the two sides finally reached an agreement that the half-elf merchants would uniformly set their granaries on fire at the designated time according to the requirements of the Marquis of Vincent, causing chaos, and after overthrowing Queen Aisha’s rule and driving away the northern army, They will get part of the compensation in the East.

However, the exact amount of compensation and how to compensate, the Marquis of Vincent did not mention a word.

If it were in the past, half-elf merchants would definitely sneer at this kind of empty check, but now, in the face of the powerful Marquis Vincent and the **** corpse, they dare not ask any more.

At this time, they can only comfort themselves-the reputation of the Saint Prolos family should still be credible.

Seeing that the goal was achieved, the Marquis of Vincent ignored the enthusiasm of the merchants and went straight out.

Outside the door, the low-key carriage was still parked on the spot, but there were some more guards around it.

The Marquis of Vincent impatiently dismissed Havel and others who were seeing off, walked to the carriage alone, and asked the knight who was standing by: "Duke Medewin invited here?"

The knight's face became stiff, and he shook his head and said, "My lord, Lord Medewin doesn't want to come."

The Marquis of Vincent frowned, and he was about to curse, but he listened to the knight: "However, we have invited the son of Duke Modywin-Charlie Modywin."

The Marquis Vincent's face was a little slow, and he asked, "How many sons does Lord Medewin have?"

"Just this one."

"good."

The Marquis of Vincent nodded and stepped into the carriage.

The interior of the car is very spacious, and the decoration is low-key compared to the exterior, but it is extravagant.

"Dear Marquis Vincent, welcome to Silvermoon City!"

Looking at the immature boy in front of him, Marquis Vincent smiled and said, "Charlie, how old are you?"

"I am twelve years old this year, my honorable Marquis."

The Marquis of Vincent nodded, motioned to Charlie to sit down, and then took a seat himself, and said with emotion: "Your father dare not come to see me, is he afraid that I will blame him for deceiving me last time?"

"Father deceived you?" Charlie asked blankly.

The Marquis of Vincent suddenly realized that the little guy in front of him didn't understand anything at all, and the reason why he appeared in his carriage was probably the result of the forces that were dissatisfied with the reign of Queen Aisha in the Mediwyn family.

Therefore, the Marquis of Vincent lost the desire to talk more with the kid, and said with a smile: "That's some old things, so I won't go into details. Charlie, do you know why you came to see me?"

"knowledge."

"Oh why?"

"To overthrow Queen Aisha's rule!" Charlie said in a tender voice, with a serious expression on his face.

The Marquis of Vincent looked at the little boy in front of him with interest, and continued to ask: "Then tell me how to overthrow Queen Aisha's rule?"

"Queen Aisha is about to give birth, I will take this opportunity to lead the Silver Moon Guard into the palace and force her to return the throne to the Medivh family!"

"So, are you sure that the Silvermoon Guard can obey your orders?"

"Yes!"

"But the commander of the Silver Moon Guard is clearly your father? Will he agree with your actions?"

"Father is a coward!" Charlie disdainfully said, "But, I have already met with the uncles and uncles of the Silver Moon Guard, and they all support me!"

"So amazing!" The Marquis of Vincent praised, but he sneered in his heart——

The half-elf nobles are really kind, and they have a little kid at the forefront!

However, of course the Marquis of Vincent would not remind Charlie that his group of "uncles and uncles" were just afraid of taking responsibility, and pushed him out as the first bird.

The praise of the Marquis of Vincent made Charlie raise his head proudly, as if he had seen the image of the pesky Queen Aisha begging for forgiveness in front of him.

"Charlie, why are you overthrowing Queen Aisha's rule?"

"Because the half-elf throne originally belonged to our Mediwyn family, and grandpa also told that Aisha is a bad woman!"

The Marquis of Vincent was stunned for a moment, only to realize that the "grandfather" in Charlie's mouth refers to the half-elf old king, that is, the husband of Queen Aisha.

Thinking of this, he showed a satisfied smile on his face and nodded: "Okay! It is indeed the young hero of the Modiwen family! Don't worry, the East does not like this Queen Aisha. When the time is right, I I will stand up and support your Modiwen family."

"Thank you for your support! The friendship between the St. Pros family and the Modiwen family will last forever!"

Seeing his empty words made Charlie grateful, Marquis Vincent couldn't help sneering in his heart, and sighed at the same time—

The Medewin family is really not as good as one generation The old king is a strong opponent that even the Duke of the East has to take seriously. As for Prince William, the current Duke of Medewin, although not smart, But at least he could see the situation clearly, and when it came to Charlie...

Of course, the future and destiny of the Modiwen family, Marquis Vincent would certainly not care, and he did not have any psychological burden to send a teenager to the battlefield.

After a few more words of encouragement to Charlie, the Marquis of Vincent sent him away.

Sitting alone in the carriage, the Marquis of Vincent was lost in thought.

He knew very well that relying on the Silvermoon Guards commanded by those half-elf merchants and a little kid, it was still a foolish dream to turn the current Silvermoon City over.

But fortunately, his plan is far more than that.

Thinking of this, the Marquis of Vincent reached out his hand to buckle the side wall of the carriage, and said:

"Go to the Temple of Destiny."