Chapter 394： Businessman's plan

"Ahem... this wine, can we drink it?"

In the hall of the palace, a half-elf businessman asked with a hoarse throat.

They were invited here by the Earl of Anglia, but only halfway through their words, the assassination of the Marquis of Vincent happened.

After Count Angele left, the group of half-elf merchants who had been hungry for most of the day looked at the red wine in front of them, and couldn't help it.

But even so, no one dared to be the first to drink drinks.

"Take a sip and drink less, it should be fine." Someone suggested.

But although the speaker made this suggestion, he did not do it.

There was another difficult silence.

Finally, Havel couldn't hold back his breath, and saw that he drank all the wine in front of him in the surprised eyes of others, and then said loudly:

"Where's the maid? Please fill me up!"

However, embarrassingly, no maid walked in at all.

Javier snorted and stood up immediately, but when he was about to go out, the armor guard standing by the side immediately stopped him.

Javier didn't dare to push, so he said politely: "I just want a maid to pour the wine."

But the guard didn't say a word, just stopped in front of Havel.

Javier could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and asked loudly: "We have been sitting here for most of the day. Wouldn't it be enough to ask for some drinks to quench our thirst? Is this the way of the palace's hospitality?"

As soon as the voice fell, an indifferent voice came from outside the hall: "How to treat guests? Mr. Havel, do you think you are a guest?"

Javier heard this familiar voice and immediately froze on the spot.

A group of half-elf merchants watched Colin strode into the hall, and their eyes were both gloating at Havel and anxious about their own destiny.

At the same time, they are even more curious about whether the assassination of the Marquis of Vincent was successful?

If the Marquis of Vincent really died in Silvermoon City, then the Eastern Territory would definitely not let it go.

It's a pity that Colin's expression when he came in was the same as when he left, calm and indifferent, as if nothing had happened, and the half-elf merchants could not see any clues from it.

"Bo, Lord Earl...I..."

Colin walked by Havel, didn't look at him more, sat down on the main seat, interrupted the stubborn Havel, and said:

"In my eyes, you are criminals involved in the rebellion, not guests! Who else does not understand your situation?"

Colin Senran glanced around, seeing that no one dared to look at him, he turned back to Havel.

"Mr. Havel, do you have any comments on my previous proposal?"

"I... I think Lord Earl's proposal is extremely reasonable! Our half-elf business community really needs a unified foreign trade organization so that unnecessary internal disputes can be avoided."

Havel got the opportunity to sing praises to Colin's proposal quickly, trying to eliminate the bad feeling left by his reckless behavior just now.

He also wanted to understand that whether the half-elven merchants would like it or not, Colin would not continue to let them get out of control.

The establishment of the Half-elf Foreign Trade Company is unstoppable.

Therefore, since you can't resist, just be a bit more proactive, maybe you can win some impression points, and even get a good position in the half-elf business world that is about to usher in a major reshuffle.

Sure enough, Colin was very satisfied with the witty half-elf businessman, the indifference on his face was slightly relieved, and he glanced around the other half-elf merchants present, and asked:

"What about the others? What are their opinions?"

At this time, the rest of the half-elf merchants naturally didn't dare to be the first bird, and they all voiced their approval.

"Okay! That's the decision!" Colin clapped his hands, stood up, held up the wine glass in front of him, and said loudly, "Let's raise the glass together to celebrate the establishment of the Half Elf Foreign Trade Company!"

Ding Ding Ding.

In the crisp sound of clinking glasses, the half-elf merchants drank the red wine in the glass with a smile, but their hidden mood was particularly complicated.

…

After a great turmoil, Silvermoon City regained its calm.

But the trauma left by the rebellion cannot be eliminated in a short time, and blood cavalry squads can be seen everywhere on the streets.

The corpses of the rebels who died in the battle have been cleaned up, but the corpses of the executed half-elf aristocrats who participated in the rebellion are still hanging on the central square of the city.

When the people of Silvermoon City walked through here, they couldn't help but peek at the aristocratic masters in the past, with fear and indescribable pleasure in their hearts.

This political storm is just a nightmare for ordinary half-elves. They don't care too much about who wins and who loses. They just want to live their own peaceful days.

In a luxurious villa in the commercial district of Silvermoon City, Havel is welcoming several familiar half-elf businessmen into the living room.

After a few chats, they all fell silent.

Seeing the atmosphere gradually become embarrassing, Havel as the host coughed lightly and said: "I have received the exact news that the Marquis Vincent has been assassinated and killed!"

"What? Are you sure?"

"OK." Javier nodded with a sullen face, "He was killed by Duke Medewin."

"Duke Medewin?"

The other half-elf merchants looked at each other, all of which felt that the news was a little unbelievable.

Upon seeing this, Havel explained: "I guess that Duke Medewin felt that the Marquis of Vincent used conspiracy to forcibly involve himself in the rebellion. This is how he felt hatred and was imprisoned by the two. By the chance, the Marquis Vincent was killed in a sneak attack."

"It's possible..."

"Furthermore, I have sent someone to carefully observe the corpse of Duke Medewin in the city square. His corpse is obviously more decomposed than the corpses of other half-elf nobles.

This shows that Duke Medewin was dead before he was executed.

And I also heard that after Duke Medewin killed the Marquis of Vincent in the palace, he knew that he would not be spared, so he decided on the spot. This caused him to die earlier than the other half-elf nobles. "

The half-elf merchants nodded their heads, feeling even more that Havel's news was true.

"So, Mr. Havel, what should we do? The Marquis of Vincent died in Silvermoon City. The East will never let go. We will continue to form a half-elf foreign trade company as required by the Earl of Anglia. ?"

Havel sneered, disdainfully said: "Do we still have a choice now?"

Now everyone is silent.

Indeed, even if the Eastern Territory will avenge the Marquis of Vincent, the current Silvermoon City is still under the control of Count Angele. If you want to eliminate a group of disobedient half-elf merchants, they will shoot to death. A few flies make no difference.

Havel put everyone's faces in his eyes, and said again: "However, we are not incapable of doing anything."

"Mr. Havel, what do you think?"

"Do you all believe me?" Havel didn't answer immediately, but asked in a deep voice.

"Of course I believe you!"

"You have always been the leader of our half-elf business world!"

"Yes, Mr. Havel, now we can only rely on you!"

…

Hearing the praise from the crowd, Havel showed his face, but then he waved his hand restrainedly, saying:

"Since everyone trusts me, I'll just say it.

I think that if we want to maintain the independence of the half-elf business community, we must seek foreign aid, otherwise we alone will not be able to beat Queen Aisha and Count Anglia. "

"Mr. Havel, who is the foreign aid you are talking about?"

"Of course it's the East Territory!"

"Eastland?"

"Yes." Havel said confidently. "Now the news of Marquis Vincent's death is still being blocked. Obviously, Queen Aisha and Count Angele didn't want the East to hear the news so soon.

But if we pass this news secretly..."

A half-elf businessman thought of the possible turmoil, UU reading couldn't help but shudder, and said: "If the East Territory really sends troops again, won't our industry be damaged again? "

"Idiot!" Havel cursed unceremoniously, "Only when the East and the North are fighting, we have the possibility of both sides, asking for prices from both sides. In this way, we can only let Earl Angley kill!"

"But, will the East Realm really send troops to Silvermoon City?" One person asked worriedly again.

After all, the demise of the Pegasus Legion last time was imminent, and the Saint-Pros family really might not send troops for the Marquis of Vincent.

Javier smiled calmly and said: "This requires us to make some efforts from it, so that the Duke of Saint-Pros has to send troops."

Everyone immediately refreshed and asked quickly:

"what should we do?"