Chapter 390： Shocked

The afternoon sun shines through the grid windows into a side hall of the half-elf palace.

Gorgeous spots of light formed complex and disordered patterns on the white glazed rock ground. These patterns attracted Javier's eyes. He stared at the ground earnestly, as if he wanted to study some mysterious truth from these lights and shadows.

Of course, although Javier is a legendary half-elf merchant who is well-known in Silvermoon City, he has no research on geometric principles. The reason why he stared at these light and shadow patterns was simply because it was too boring.

After the Silver Moon Guard's rebellion was put down, their half-elf merchants who set fire to the granary were of course "invited" to the palace one by one.

But they had been sitting here for most of the day, and they still hadn't waited for Queen Aisha or Count Angele to be summoned.

This has left the half-elven merchants in a state of anxiety and panic.

However, with the passage of time, such emotions gradually became numb, and they began to calm down, thinking hard about what to do next to obtain Her Majesty's forgiveness.

"Ahem, excuse me, can you give us some water to drink?"

A half-elf businessman finally couldn't help but asked the guard in the hall with a hoarse voice.

But the guards who were covered in armor didn't seem to hear at all, and ignored his request.

Just as Javier wanted to speak, he saw a brave young man strode into the hall.

"Master Earl!"

The half-elf merchants quickly got up and saluted.

Colin came to the main seat and sat down, and then casually waved his hands to let everyone take their seats.

The young half-elf maids walked in lightly and presented red wine to the crowd.

The overflowing aroma of wine made a group of half-elf merchants who had been thirsty for most of the day couldn't help swallowing their saliva, but before Colin toasted, they did not dare to touch the red wine in front of them anyway.

Ke Lin's cold eyes swept across the faces of the half-elf merchants, perhaps because of a guilty conscience, no half-elf merchant dared to face his gaze directly.

"Everyone, I invite you to come here to ask you a question for Her Majesty the Queen." Colin said, with no sense of joy or anger in his tone, "Why are you setting your own granary on fire?"

This is a difficult question to answer.

There was an awkward silence in the temple.

The half-elf merchants couldn't wait to bury their heads in their chests, not even daring to breathe, for fear that they would attract Colin's attention and be asked by him by name.

Colin didn't seem to be in a hurry. He picked up the wine glass in front of him and turned it gently on his hand. The red wine collided back and forth in the glass, forming a tiny whirlpool, and the fragrant wine fragrance permeated, constantly stimulating the original. The extremely fragile half-elf merchants have sensitive nerves.

Javier looked at Colin in the main seat from the corner of his eyes, and saw that the young empire count was watching the vortex in the wine glass with great interest, with a faint smile on his handsome face, as if a gentle temperament. And an ordinary teenager full of curiosity.

But he didn't dare to really regard Colin as a harmless young nobleman. This empire count was already an old acquaintance to half-elf merchants, and he knew the process of Colin's rise well.

That's a road of promotion paved with corpses and blood!

"Javier."

I don't know if he noticed Havel's sneaking gaze, Colin directly called out the name of the legendary half-elf businessman.

"Bo, Lord Earl!" Javier stood up suddenly, like a naughty student named by the teacher in class.

The rest of the half-elf merchants were relieved after seeing this.

Only Havel stood there stiffly, cold sweat gushing out like spring water, and instantly wet the dress on his chest.

Colin smiled lightly and asked: "Mr. Havel, you can answer Her Majesty's question."

If time can be turned back, Javier swears to the gods that he will not take a peek.

But now, he can only bite the bullet and replied: "Master Earl, it's...because...Eastern Marquis Vincent forced us to do this..."

Colin's face did not change in any way, still so gentle and gentle, but in Javier's eyes, that face was no different from the appearance of a devil.

Before Colin could continue to ask questions, Havel quickly added: "But, Lord Earl, you can rest assured that we were prepared. Before the granary was burned, most of the grain was secretly replaced with hay. Therefore, Even if the granary is burned out, most of the grain is still there!

As long as you do not hold us accountable, I am willing to sell you these grains at the lowest price! "

After Havel finished speaking, the rest of the half-elf merchants also clamored:

"Yes, Lord Earl, I also hid the food in advance!"

"Master Earl, I am too, and I am willing to sell it to you at a low price!"

"Master Earl, and me too..."

...

Hearing this, Colin laughed immediately.

I don't know if I am happy that there is still food in stock, or am laughing that these half-elf merchants are really good enough.

Of course, this is not surprising. If you want these half-elf merchants to burn down the food they have hoarded, it will be more uncomfortable than killing them.

"Very good." Colin nodded in satisfaction, and the hall suddenly became quiet.

And a group of half-elf businessmen looked at the smiles on Colin's face, and the huge boulder in their hearts finally fell.

But just when they were glad that they had escaped, Colin suddenly reduced his smile and said coldly: "However, your behavior is actually treason and treason!"

"Master Earl, we were also forced..." The businessman was still crying.

"Forced?" Colin sneered. "Then why didn't you report it? Instead, you chose to follow the instructions of the rebels?"

The half-elf merchants were speechless.

Havel hurriedly said at this time: "Master Earl, we were really fainted at the time and made a stupid choice. If you are willing to forgive our fault, I am willing to give you all the food for free!"

As soon as this statement was made, the rest of the half-elf merchants immediately bleeds in their hearts, but they also had to respond quickly and express their willingness to donate food for free.

Colin's expression eased a little, and he said faintly: "It's just that, it's not enough."

Havel endured his heartache and asked respectfully: "My Lord Earl, what else do you have to say, please don't hesitate to say."

"Do you know the North Border Foreign Trade Corporation?"

"Yes." Havel nodded, knowing in his heart that Colin was about to forcefully integrate the half-elf business community.

Sure enough, the next moment, I heard Colin say: "Her Majesty the Queen has discussed with me for a long time and decided to also establish a half-elf foreign trade company..."

Hearing this , a group of half-elf merchants suddenly felt anxious, knowing that they should come, after all, they came.

But before they could make a statement, they saw an attendant hurriedly rushing into the hall, reporting: "Earl, Marquis Vincent was assassinated!"

"What?" Colin stood up awkwardly, and then ignoring these half-elf merchants, immediately strode out.

When his back disappeared outside the hall, the half-elf merchants reacted, and at the same time they were shocked and inexplicable.

This is a big deal!

If the first heir of the Saint-Pros family dies in Silvermoon City...

The half-elf merchants looked at each other and exchanged thoughts in their hearts with their eyes, but no one dared to break the suppressed silence.

For a while, they didn't know whether they should be gloating or worrying about the storm that was about to sweep Silvermoon City.