Chapter 1058: Under the red lantern

The first thousand and fifty-eight chapters are under the red lantern (seeking monthly ticket)
The sun went down and the night fell quietly.
The city under the curtain of night is far away from the hustle and bustle of the day, and it is quite deserted.
Due to the war, the market here is extremely depressed.
Basically all the pedestrians on the street hurried past. Every cool autumn breeze blows, blowing off the leaves on the trees on both sides of the road, swirling and falling to the ground.
The dry leaves fell thick to the ground. Step on it and make a rustling sound.
At this moment, from the other side of the street, a familiar figure slowly walked over.
When he passed a shop on the side of the street, the bright light from the door of the shop shone down, and it happened to shine on his face, showing Gerardo's face.
He was dressed in casual clothes, with his hands behind his back, while humming a song, he walked on the street swaying in all directions.
Looking at his appearance with one step and three shakes, it was not like the guard who used to follow Lord Luo, the flying eagle war god, but a leisurely little nobleman.
He seemed to wander around casually, but he paid attention to the situation behind him all the time. After going around a few streets and making sure that there was no tail behind him, he turned around and came to a street full of red lanterns.
The strong fragrance of the greasy powder that can't be melted, suddenly pounced on the face, and people were drunk.
The exposed women on both sides uttered soft and soft words, and they were numb all over, unable to move.
People come and go on the street, which is extremely lively.
Gerardo didn't even look at it, and walked past the women.
Go straight to the gate where the biggest red lantern hangs on the street.
The enchanting woman in red at the door who was soliciting guests saw him coming, her eyes lit up, and she greeted him with a hurried smile.
She hugged Gerardo's arm, her plump rubbed his arm intentionally or unintentionally, and she smiled and said, "Uncle Joe, sisters have been waiting for you for a long time."
Gerardo easily took out a gold coin, stuffed it into her open chest, took a handful of it, and smiled greedyly: "Isn't this here?"
The gold fell in the skirt, and the woman's was even softer. The whole person was hung on Gerardo, and he smiled and said, "Or tonight...I'll wait for you..."
Gerardol laughed twice, and said in his heart: If the boss sees me like this, I don’t know if he will come to negotiate in person, but? God is really fair to all of them. Let you open Just one door, just close a few windows for you.
This is of course a place of entertainment that men like. It is also the place Lorraine most yearns for but cannot enter.
Because of this war, and also because of the extremely powerful trade embargo imposed by the Flying Eagle Group, all industries in the Southern Army's cities are in decline, but the entertainment industry has sprung up.
Since the war began, it has prospered and its scale has expanded several times.
People come and go here, from morning to night... Well, from night to morning, it will not be quiet. The negotiation venue is set here, just to avoid people's eyes.
Gerardo slapped the woman in red on the ass, and immediately caused the other party to let out a scream, giving him a very white look.
That slap was neither light nor heavy. But it's like dealing with a cat that is coquettish, just letting the other person understand what he meant and letting her go away by herself.
If it weren't for the battlefield... veterans of the color field, it would be difficult to grasp the strength of this.
With a helpless and resentful look on the woman's face, she glanced at Gerardo, and then released him with interest.
Gerardo laughed and rubbed his fingers, then walked into the yard without looking back.
The woman in red looked at him disappearing into the night, her face suddenly changed, and she cursed bitterly: "This dead rabbit~!"
"Dead...dead rabbit..." The sister who was also soliciting guests listened, and immediately let out a surprised cry.
In order to show that Gerardo didn't like herself just now, it was not the reason for her lack of charm, she immediately sneered and said: "You don't know. That little white face looks good, but in fact it is a dead rabbit. .
Every time I came back, I didn't ask the sisters to sit with them. They were all with another man, and I didn't know what they were doing.
Anyway, these aristocrats have been fed up all day long, they are all extremely abnormal guys..."
The woman next to her listened to it, and instantly interpreted the whole story in her mind, which was very violent and seldom inappropriate, and then her eyes widened in surprise. There was a series of exclamations in his throat like a hen.
In this way, I would like to express to those nobles the tribute that is unique to those who have never seen the world, such as the endless waves of the Yangtze River, and the overflow of the Yellow River.
The woman in red was proud of her when she saw it, and said: "I'll tell you again, don't tell anyone else."
The woman beside her immediately widened her eyes and nodded vigorously.
The woman in red immediately continued: "They do this, then do this, then do this and do..."
The woman next to her couldn't help but her mouth opened wide in surprise.
People passing by listened to their gossip, either smiled or stopped and joined the discussion seriously.
Everyone has heard of this kind of nasty, nasty, and avant-garde trend of style among the nobles, but no one has ever studied it too deeply.
After all, although some taboos are committed in this kind of thing, it does not cause any serious harm, and it will also attract the angry nobles to revenge wildly. Even suffer. Naturally, no one wants to manage.
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If Gerador knew that he was ruthlessly attacked by the woman because of his ruthlessness, he might regret it.
Unfortunately, he did not know. Still looking like a swinger, strolling all the way into a courtyard.
Standing outside the door, he saw three lights in the room, so he pushed open the door.
In the room, a calm middle-aged man was sitting at the table, holding a wine glass, and pouring himself at ease.
Gerador looked at the middle-aged man, and sighed slightly in his heart: The maintenance troops used a lot of resources, but they still didn't know the identity of this man.
Ordinarily, he should be able to negotiate on behalf of Andráco. It should not be an unknown person, but no one recognizes him, except that he calls himself Napolitulis, a typical noble name, introduced by Andráko Here.
But the other party knew that he was Lorraine's close associate adjutant.
This kind of enemy is dark and I know, which makes Gerador feel a little depressed.
Gerador sat directly across from him, took the wine glass and poured himself a full glass.
Napolitulis watched Gerardo squeeze the glass and pour down the valuable glass of red wine, and shook his head regretfully: These Yankees are really vulgar. How do you know that this kind of red wine is only suitable for cheese, and it's better to drink it lightly and slowly? How can it be so spoiled?
But out of courtesy of the nobility, he did not point it out, but said flatly: "I heard that you suffered a heavy loss in Desai?"
Gerador shrugged, and said indifferently: "It's not us, it's the new army. The loss is not heavy, only three to five thousand people. You give invaluable gifts, it seems that it didn't play its role."
Napolitulis shook his head and said, "We are not to blame. I didn't expect that lunatic Hilda would overwhelm his own people. It is probably Hardu's idea. Hilda didn't have the guts, alas... …"
Gerardo picked up the corner of his mouth and said, "But my boss is very angry about this, he thinks you are deceiving your friends."
Napoturis chuckled and said, "Then what do you say we should do? Kill Elelda and send his head to you?"
Then Napotoulis shrugged happily and said: "If we have the ability to negotiate with you?
Wake up, boy, Hardu is crazy, you will face a crazy southern army. Without our help, the battle of Desai City will repeat itself in every city. "
Gerardo was stagnant, and the city of Elderdade was flooded yesterday, which really made the peacekeepers feel the last madness of the Southern Army.
The peacekeeping force no longer faces a professional army with commendable qualities.
Napoturis sighed and said, "Forget it, it's our mistake. We should have thought that Elelda was a mad dog.
I am compensating you for a message for free. Hardu had already replicated Desai's tactics in Khaligard City. And it is a trench system with a larger scale and a more complex structure.
Hardu recruited all the nearby labor, and now there are half a million civilians digging this super hole in Hardu. "
Gerardo took a breath. A small city in Desai is enough for Lorraine to have a headache, let alone Almohad's second largest city, Khaligard.
Napotulis raised his eyelids and looked at Gerardo with a surprised expression. He proudly raised his glass and drank it, saying: "Hadu said that after the defense system is built, it can block 300,000 troops."
Napotulis has always been wondering how Lorraine sent a young man to negotiate with him. This kid was not a politician at all, and he couldn't hide any expression on his face.
The opponent is too weak, Napoleulis can't find any passion in the negotiation, and can't lift the spirit.
"There are scheming guys in the peacekeeping forces, but it's just this little kid." Napolitulsi secretly said in an uncomfortable heart. He originally planned to flex his muscles, but now it's the same as punching cotton with all his strength. Uncomfortable.
Gerardo was silent while turning the glass in his hand. Gerardo's method is also very simple. Since he doesn't know what to say, he doesn't say a word.
Napotulis pouted helplessly, and said lazily: "Well, let's not talk about business today, my boss asked me to tell your boss a bad news."
Gerador's eyes lit up and he said solemnly: "You said."
Napolitulis poured the wine slowly and said: "Our boss inferred from numerous signs that the undead may be planning a major action that can change the war."
Gerardo put down the wine glass in his hand, with an expression of disbelief, and said loudly, "What did you say?"
As one of Lorraine's adjutants, Gerador certainly knew that the undead tribe had secretly colluded with Hagen, but the news had a shocking effect.
Nabotulis calmly said: "Hadu and the undead have colluded and used the undead to plan a secret operation to change the war."
Then he smiled mockingly and said: "Would you like me to write it down for you."
Gerardo's lip curled anger. Since negotiations, Napolituli has always mocked his unprofessionalism.
Gerardo thought for a moment, and felt that the news was probably accurate. Hardu had reached the point where he jumped over the wall. From Desai's, it could be seen that the Southern Army had become crazy.
As long as it is helpful to him, Hardu will not refuse to try.
But Gerardo asked cautiously: "Is the news reliable?"
Napotulis stretched his hands and said, "Sixty to seventy percent is reliable. The news comes from Hardu's eldest son Angel."
Then he said vaguely: "You know, some of us are close relatives with Angel."
Gerardo nodded blankly. Lorraine only asked him to negotiate, and did not tell the group that Angel’s father-in-law was among them, but Napoleulis’ words already let Gerardo understand the news. reliable.
Sixty to seventy percent is possible. In military terms, it is equivalent to "definitely happening."
Gerador lay on the table, leaned forward, leaned in front of Napolitulis, and whispered: "They, what are you going to do?"
Napotulis gave him a blank look, and said angrily: "How do we know? Do you think Angel will talk about things like this? Hardu keeps the secret very strictly, and can inquire about this news. It's not easy anymore."
Gerardo rubbed his nose in a hesitant manner, curled his brows and pondered for a moment, then said: "Why tell us? I mean? If the war is reversed, wouldn't it be more beneficial to you? There is no need to negotiate with us?"
Napotulis sighed and said quietly: "We have had enough of Hardu."
"what?"
Napolitulis tapped his finger on the table and slowly said: "In the eyes of outsiders, Hardu is a wise and wise man, open-minded, peaceful and upright, and is simply the most suitable boss in the eyes of his subordinates."
Speaking of this, Napolitius sneered contemptuously.
"Where is it actually?" Gerardo asked.
"Actually, he is a man with a strong desire for power." Napolituli shook his head and sighed, and said: "He does not allow anyone to threaten his rule and suppress the entire South.
Petrius was stationed in the north all the year round because of his high popularity. Hardu also arranged for a to watch him.
As soon as Elelda showed his talents, Hardu sent him to the south. My boss Andraco provided his full support when he entered the South. Without the backing of our family, Hardu would never have a foothold in the South.
But for twenty years, Earl Andraco hadn't even had an official position. Not to mention General Mela, who has fought with Hadu for fifteen years, and is still a big legion commander, ha ha ha..."
Napotulis smiled bitterly and shook his head, and said, "What's the point of doing this kind of boss with him?"
"Oh..." Gerardo nodded, expressing understanding.
As soon as Hadu fell, the entire Southern Army had no masters in an instant, and Angel's random command did not stop it. From this, we could see what was going on.
The Southern Army is just a Southern Army with Hadu alone. Without Hadu, the Southern Army will have no soul, just a mess of sand. The other leaders simply cannot command the entire southern army.
This is a taboo for politicians. Everything depends on the personal charisma of the leader. Generally, in this case, the prosperity is very fast, but when the leader makes a mistake or dies, he collapses more quickly.
Not a long-term way.
The Ruman Empire left the Emperor Rudrun and the Flying Eagle Group left Lorraine and Leo also monopolized profits as usual. This is a stable group.
"And..." Napoleulis's face turned cold, and he said solemnly: "Collaborating with the undead? A joke, we are orthodox human nobles. I am proud of our surname. I would rather die than become an undead. An accomplice, the public enemy of mankind, tarnishes the reputation of the family. Only people of civilian origin like Hadu have no sense of honor."
Gerardo nodded in sympathy. He was also a nobleman. Of course, he knew that nobles value family reputation more than life.
Insulting individual nobles may be tolerated by some people, but once the reputation of the nobles' family is insulted, they will definitely be immortal.
Napolitulis said: "I don't know where Hadu and the Undead are progressing, but I know that there is not much time left for us. Bring this sentence back to your boss. Then we will discuss the specific conditions. ."
After speaking, Napolituli stood up, buttoned his hat coolly, squeezed his fingers, pulled the brim down, nodded to Gerardo, turned and opened the door and walked out.
Gerardo raised his neck, poured the wine into his throat, and stood up, slapped the table, burped, and walked out.
That night, Gerardo hurried back to the peacekeeping force and walked into the camp of Lorraine.
The city of Desai has been flooded by floods, and the water has not yet receded, so Lorraine can only continue to stay in the big tent and work.
Lorraine stilted his feet on the table and yawned boredly, looking like he was waiting for Gerardo's arrival.
Gerardo recalled, telling Lorraine verbatim about the content of today's negotiations.
When he looked back again, Lorraine's eyes were already shining, and there was no sign of sleepiness.
Gerardo asked carefully: "My lord, do you think what they said is credible? I thought about it again on the way back, didn't they want to defraud us? Let us make a strategic misjudgment."
Lorraine smiled and nodded, and said: "It is possible. Even this negotiation may be Hardu's strategy."
"Then us?" Gerador scratched his head suspiciously.
Lorraine shook his head and said with a smile: "These puppies happen to be scratching in our hearts. Even if it is false news, we can't ignore it. They are taking the initiative this time."
"Fake?" Gerardo exclaimed.
"It's possible," Lorraine said, "but I think it's true. The undead race from the Demon Race all the way, it wouldn't be as simple as serving as an adviser to Hardu and training a few Dark Knights."
Lorraine recalled: "Based on what I know about the undead, the wizards of the Dark Clan are very arrogant ~ EbookFREE.me ~ domineering, the kind of proud'killing you will dirty my hands'. They are. To kill, we must first see if the opponent is qualified.
The dark mages disdain to do anything that is insignificant in their eyes, and to get them out must be to do something big enough in their eyes. "
Gerador said nervously: "So, it's true? But what is a big enough thing?"
Lorraine shrugged and said: "I don't know, they can do too much, maybe it is the undead army, maybe it is spreading the plague, maybe it is collecting souls."
Lorraine patted his forehead, raised his head and sighed in distress, and said, "The enemy is dark and I am clear, it's hard to deal with."
Gerardo also fell silent.
Lorraine sat up, patted her cheeks with both hands, and said, "That bunch of dry bones can't trouble me, Sir Alex."
He grabbed the pen and wrote a letter, saying: "Let me send me to Fengye Danlin. The violent soldiers? Who is afraid of whom~!"
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