Chapter 402: .Borg's Desperate Abyss

It didn't take long for Borg to appear at the side door.
He was followed by the old housekeeper who was in charge of the firm, as well as the family housekeeper Kant had seen and followed by Burg, who had been captured in the Naron desert.
Compared with the appearance of once humble and desolate, now they are obviously more spiritual.
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The clothes on them are top-notch aristocratic clothes.
Fine jewelry hung on the body, slender white fingers, and emerald green jade ring.
In addition to his gloomy and ugly face, if he meets outside, he can definitely be regarded as the sister-in-law of the top aristocrat, and the family housekeeper beside him is also a hereditary butler that only the top aristocracy can inherit from generation to generation.
"Master Borg."
The maids who were still standing by the wall were like finding the heart of the Lord and coming over to salute.
Borg didn't care either. Instead, he gloomed and swept across the 10 Sarand riders sitting in the lobby of the firm and waved directly to these maids: "Go on."
The maids were eager to leave and quickly retreated.
The room was suddenly clean.
"Mr. Borg."
Chesil also came over and nodded, standing behind Borg.
"Well." Borg nodded, his face slightly flattened, but looking at the ten Sarand riders still sitting in the hall chairs, he could not help but whispered: "Come on, too."
But the 10 Sarande riders seemed to have not heard, and still sat on the chair indifferently.
This makes Borg's face even more ugly.
"Unfamiliar."
He gritted his teeth coldly.
Looking at Kant, his gloomy face barely smiled: "Mr. Kant, I really didn't expect you to come to my office, but I haven't been able to receive you tonight because I'm going to attend the Governor's dinner."
"Dinner." Kant smiled calmly: "Do you like to go to the dinner at nine o'clock?"
"If I want to."
Borg, leaning on a black cane, lifted his chin slightly, with a slightly arrogant look: "I can participate."
The tone paused, looking at Kant without any fury, but with a playful gaze, Borg narrowed his eyes slightly: "I am about to win the daughter of the port governor and get the title of baron. Although it is a court nobility, I am already in The Kingdom of the Silver Plate is well established, and you can buy a village on the south bank of the Ristniston River."
Kant smiled and said: "The south bank of the Resiston River, I remember it should be Fort Nazer. It was occupied by the Silver Plate Kingdom ten years ago. The villages and farmland there have also been allocated to the villagers of the Silver Plate Kingdom for reclamation. ."
"But I have a way."
Borg raised an eyebrow: "The Treasurer of Fort Nazer is a good friend of mine!"
Kant continued to smile and nod: "Well, that's good."
But for Kant’s calm appearance, Borg brought a sense of humiliation. The glory of the most recent time made him a little lost, but he swept past the two well-dressed knights who were actually masters of extraordinary power. He still suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice: "Master Kant, you have to understand the current situation."
"The current situation?"
Kant's eyes are still interesting, but he pretended to ask: "Please answer."
"Ah."
Borg gritted his teeth, but the once gentleman's demeanor could not sustain it.
Looking forward at Kant half a step forward, he didn't have any fear, and slowly said: "The East County lord is not the North County lord. The Countess Agatha controls everything in the field, even the Grand Duke Cameron can't penetrate here."
Kant smiled playfully: "Then what?"
"In the end what you want!"
Borg completely lost patience: "Kant, do you think you can give me the 2000 big silver coins and the 10 white-eyed wolves that are not fed, can you really buy me!"
"So what do you mean?" Kant was not angry.
"I will give you 3000 big silver coins!"
Borg did not hesitate.
After scanning the two guards, he gritted his teeth and said: "Our relationship is over. Don't think that your salt is what I need. If I want, I can use my caravan to buy it from other merchants at any time." Borg said in a deep voice: "My Borg Chamber of Commerce will always be mine, even if you can't intervene."
"Well." Kant nodded. "Of course it is yours."
"Mr. Borg, Mr. Kant."
The hereditary butler said at this time: "It is not as good as this. We used to be friends. Tomorrow we held a grand banquet and invited the nobles and celebrities of the East County to come as a welcome."
"In my face, they will come." Borg raised his mouth.
Looking at Kant, Borg continued: "Then I will retreat first. The Governor of the port is still waiting for me. If there is no accident, I will give you 3000 silver coins at noon tomorrow. Mr. Kant, we don't have much to talk about. Yes, but I am also grateful for the help you gave me."
"No, no, it's not like that." Kant raised his right hand with a smile, indicating a pause: "Please wait."
"Is there anything else?"
Borg stepped back half a step.
Regarding the calmness of Kant's face at this time, he still feared, or feared the two big knights behind him, and could not help but warn: "I am now the top businessman in the East County, even the Countess Agatha The banquet is also eligible to participate. If you want to get started, I hope you think about the situation now."
"I heard that Mr. Kant, you have always been under great pressure from other nobles in the northern county, but in the closed area of ​​the eastern county, we can become friends between us."
The personal butler also smiled: "What do you think?"
"What do I think."
Kant still smiled.
It's just that the play in the eyes is a little deeper: "It wasn't like this when you were kneeling like a dog in front of me at that time. Why, now you feel like you are doing it, and you can be a gentleman in front of me.
The hall was suddenly silent.
Chehir looked at all this in amazement.
The old housekeeper was equally horrified and did not know what to say.
But for Borg and his personal butler, his face has become extremely red, as if it has been cracked by a dozen people, and in fact, Kant's behavior is indeed equivalent to fanning their faces.
Over the past six months, Borg has encountered such vulgar words!
He pointed to Kant and was speechless: "You...you really...really..."
"I am telling the truth."
Condra crossed the chair.
Sit down directly and look at the Borg standing in front of me: "I don't need 3000 big silver coins. Remember what I said to you, don't choose to betray me."
"I didn't loyal to you."
Borg turned red: "You're just a little baron!"
"Oh right." Kant nodded. "But you are not even a baron."
"What do you think about your baron?" Borg shouted angrily: "Here is the East County leader. If I say hello to my friends, you can't live without East County, you will be hacked to death." Don’t know the port, don’t think it’s okay to have 2 big knights, but here is the East County leader!"
"Your friends don't seem to tell you anything." Kant narrowed his eyes slightly, and the sarcasm in his mouth grew stronger: "If they tell you, I'm afraid you will still kneel in front of me."
"What the are you talking about."
Borg's face turned red, but his anger disappeared strangely.
He saw Chesil, who was silent beside him, as if outside.
Also seeing the horror in Chehir's eyes, he slowly turned his head, and saw the eight other guards wearing thin linen robes that stood up at the same time. The hand that originally held the wooden staff also shook slightly, and his face was uglier than crying. 'S smile: "Everything...all...big knight..."
The Red Mans appeared in front of him. The number of these big knights made Borg really tearful. He didn't even know what qualifications he had to be able to be hostile to Kant.
Even Checher, also a great knight, was terrified.
What is he?
At this time he also remembered Kant's words.
Finally understood why these aristocratic friends acted cautiously in these two days.
But when he asked them what happened, no one told him, just let him focus on it recently. Now think about it carefully, it is clear that those nobles knew the news of Kant's arrival!
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"You should know."
Kant smiled.
Sitting in a chair, he looked at Borg calmly and said, "Kneel down and pray for my forgiveness."
"Boom."
Borg knelt down without hesitation: "Kant... Baron Kant, please forgive my offense! Forgive my offense!" He trembled, and humbled as if he had returned to the son of the once broken businessman.
At this time even the close housekeeper had already knelt down.
Including old housekeepers.
"And you." Kant looked at Checher: "Kneel."
The ten lion knights behind him put their hands on the hilt and looked at him indifferently. The red mans flashed. The extraordinary power belonging to the Salyon National Knights had slowly spread out with a sense of murderous intent.
"I...I'm a great knight sent by the Silver Plate Kingdom..."
Cheshire swallowed.
The arrogance and arrogance have disappeared without a trace, only fear: "You can't do this to me!"
"The great knight sent by the Kingdom of Silver Plate?" Kant's mouth turned slightly: "I let you kneel."
"Boom."
Chesil only felt his legs were soft.
Predicting the threat of death, he knelt down without hesitation: "Baron Kant, please forgive me for my offense. My family used to be loyal to Princess Sofia. I hope you know."
"Oh, Princess Sofia, my mother."
Kant smiled calmly: "Very well, things are getting more and more interesting." Looking at Chehir, he said quietly: "Then what is the purpose of your coming to the Principality of the Lion, I clearly know that once Sofia The old part of the princess is still left on the River Restonant, becoming a humble bandit!"
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