Vol 3 Chapter 140: The so-called capital!

"Uh, who asked for tea just now?"
Glancing around, the fat aristocrat kept pointing at the other person's tea cup.
"Well, it's you!" Tang En walked over casually, set the tea cup in front of the other side, and filled it with pale tea.
"You ..." Bollett finally looked back, trembling with his finger on Don. He who smashed the long table naturally knew him. This was the captain of the Royal Guard, who had the practice of a senior martial artist. But now it is being overthrown by a young man who looks ordinary and looks like a prostitute!
In addition to being shocked at the strength of the other side, Bollett's speechlessness is another reason to worry about his situation. Is this group of insatiable gray-clad army going to burn us and continue to blackmail?
"Ah!" A roar of fury broke the wood. The blood-stained Han turned over, and despite his disregard, the blue spirit of his spirit exploded.
This big man is now depressed and has reached the extreme. Since he came to this valley, he lost his horse under his eyelids, and then was defeated by a gatekeeper. Now he is smashed by a tea-serving servant ... What is this rhythm? Is it bad?
The strength of a high-level warrior is naturally strong. Seeing that the big man is about to fight with strength and sweep across the spot, a dreamy palm brings bursts of phantoms and penetrates the blue awns. He instantly pinches Dahan's neck and presses.
boom!
The big man planted the onion again, Tang En's figure came to him when he didn't know when, the kettle was raised,
Bang, bang, bang!
"Don't know if anyone else is in a meeting? Is it polite? Is there still a sense of public morality ..."
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" The man was completely snored, and now he only knew that the fighting broke out and shook the other side away. But unfortunately, every hit of Tang En shattered his struggle.
Of course, senior warriors will not be so weak. If this big man pulls out a big sword and puts on a combat armor, the battle still has to be fought. But unfortunately, he chose Tang En's best hand-to-hand combat ...
For a moment, the big-blooded man was smashed into a coma.
"Excuse me, you continue ..." Tang En bowed apologetically, and then dragged the Han toward the outside. Scratching his hair as he passed by the mouthless Bollett. Take out a tea cup,
"Yes, did you call me just now, eh, do you want to drink tea?"
The kettle was crooked, but it just dripped a few drops of water. Just a few times ago, because Tang En's blood was protected, the iron kettle was not deformed, but the water inside was spilled.
Helplessly shook it twice. Tang En raised an eyebrow and aimed the lower end of the kettle at the tea cup. That place just smashed the head of the big man, and of course the dripping blood was smelly blood,
Tick, tick, tick ...
After a minute, the red liquid dropped into a small glass.
"Sorry, there are only so many ... but the taste should be good, you can try it."
After saying this quite sincerely, Tang En dragged the big man out of the tent. Put down the torn curtain casually.
...
There was a dead silence in the tent, and the aristocratic negotiating group stared at the broken table, the fluttering curtains ... Bollett looked at the half cup of blood in front of him, his eyes twitched.
Luo Sha first stunned, then pouting and chuckling, looking at the expression on the opposite side with an interesting look. Josiah was always snickering, but made Philip the opposite look straight again.
After Tang En made such a noise. The momentum of the old nobles' efforts to gather before naturally let it go.
Blue-faced Bollett tried his best to adjust his mood and glanced around the crowd with different expressions: "Oh, about negotiation ...
"Wake up, it's worthy of being a senior martial artist ... wipe. Dare to frame your uncle, today you can't beat your face full of peach blossoms, you don't know why the flowers are so red!"
"Yo, dare to fight back ... find a fight!"
boom! boom! boom……
Another chaotic snoring came from the outside, and Bollett opened his mouth, but he didn't say what he said ...
In such an atmosphere, negotiations are naturally left to nothing. At lunchtime, the two parties did not even plan an exchange.
The meeting was temporarily suspended, and everyone walked out of the tent with complicated thoughts.
The meals of the gray clothing, these nobles are naturally inconspicuous, they have brought some things specifically.
Gorgeous tablecloths spread out, covering the semi-yellow and dark ground. Silver tableware was placed one after the other, shining brightly in the sun. Then came a variety of small but delicate foods, two narrow-necked bottles with wine-red liquid ...
In comparison, the Lochas with rough ceramics on the other side are undoubtedly rude to the extreme. It's like a grassy team on the side of a gorgeous stage.
On the other side, Tang En, who had just moved his lower bones, was enjoying a big meal ...
Grunt ...
Looking at the pan that was constantly bubbling in front of it, and the leaves and meat pieces were rolling continuously, Tang En wondered: "This ... where is the meat?"
"Uh ..." The gray space members gathered together squinting at each other. In the end, David got together and mysteriously said, "Boss, we came back from training to see several horses in the station, hehe ..."
Tang En opened his mouth, and stayed at the station ... the noble carriage?
As mentioned earlier, because the Grey Garrison station is a passageway, the carriage cannot enter, so they all stay outside. Whoever thought it was David, who had just returned from training, ran into them.
There were guards beside the carriage, but the number was relatively small, and most of them followed the nobles into the station. People in the gray space have been following Tang En for so long, and the hidden means of hiding naturally have not been learned. Finally, Mi Xiu shot, and quietly fell down and quickly dragged back.
...
At this point, the station door. Philip was arranging several guards to transport the half-dead man back for treatment.
"Well, you can also go back. I will let them take you back to the city." After explaining something, Philip said suddenly to the woman with a bad face around him.
The woman heard a word and said, "What do you mean?"
Philip spread his arms and sighed, "Even if it is a banquet, there will be times. My fate and yours are exhausted ... Well, I have left a manor in Bihai City."
The woman who was about to swell was shocked. She was also a nobleman, but she was just a little nobleman. Of course she knew the value of Bihaicheng Manor. The north is no better than the south. If you want a fully-equipped manor, at least you have to be able to afford it like the Lord of the Earl. But the man in front of him who never seemed to be in the right shape gave away a manor casually.
"But ... didn't you say you love me forever?"
"Uh, I understand love." Philip scratched his head. "But, forever?"
"..."
Snapped! The woman gave Philip a slap cleanly. Angrily kicked into the carriage.
Philip with his five fingerprints still smiled half-bow and said goodbye politely.
"Er, Sir Philip ..." A guard came over, hesitating. Honestly, if it weren't for this matter, he wouldn't want to provoke Philip at this time.
"Well, what's wrong?" Philip had no consciousness, and still smiled unconsciously.
"Your horse ... the horse suddenly disappeared."
"Uh?" Philip opened his mouth, turned his head, and saw the three horses when he set off. There are only two left today ...
"……who are you?"
"Oh, Royal Guard, Lord Sir!" The guard answered carefully.
"Huh ... Huang, your mother. Damn it, I wo n’t say the one that was robbed before. I ca n’t do anything about it. But now there is one less mother, you still tell me suddenly ... I rub it, you The sideline is a thief ... "
…………
The meals of the aristocracy are still very particular. After enjoying the exquisite food, these old aristocrats began to slowly enjoy the refreshments after the meal.
Well, the water is too inferior and the tea is wasted ... even so. But the mood of these aristocrats is still good, especially after seeing the envious glances of the fellow countrymen around from time to time, a sense of superiority sprang up ...
"Master, they're here!" At this moment, a steward came over and whispered softly.
"Well, let them in!" Bollett waved and let the soldiers on the outside make way.
then. A curly old man and a young man came in, it was Bosco and Borg.
"Sit down!" Bollett pointed to the position in front of him, and smiled. "Would you like these meals ... Well, I'm afraid Viscount Bosco hasn't felt it for a long time."
"Duke Bollett. I'm not the Viscount anymore!" Bosco sat down calmly, without moving to the teacup in front of him.
"Haha, it's not now, it doesn't mean it won't be in the future." Bollett laughed loudly, and then took something similar to the invitation from the housekeeper and passed it.
Bosco took it in silence and unfolded. Borg glanced aside, his heart shook.
There are many words written above, but most of them are official phrases. The actual meaning is very simple, that is, the Viscount canonized, but the line in the family title below is empty.
"A beautiful estate, a long-established family icon. Loyal old housekeepers, hordes of servants, luxurious carriages ... respectable identity, the name of the gilded family on the book of the imperial nobility ..."
"The wealthy merchants have donated countless gold coins, how much blood the generals have spilled, and the generations of hard work of administrative and civilian officials ... they want nothing more than to say, hello, Sir XX!"
"You were a noble before, you should know that the empire has been cutting the number of nobles all these years! Although the empire has taken back the countless titles of nobles, very few of them can be retrieved, let alone because of violation of laws He was under siege. Oh, Viscount Bosco, you have a good eye. Of course, luck is good enough. Now, you can write your family name on it! "
Slightly quiet environment, only the sound of silver spoons touching the tea cup around.
Bollett's words were all up to date, not even asking. But the charm of it is not reduced at all, and even more space can be imagined.
Borg is now imagining that those pictures are exactly what he knew before, and those feelings are exactly what he had before ...
Snapped!
The closing sound of the booklet was not loud, but it was enough to wake up Borg, who was breathing a bit.
On the tablecloth, Bosco slowly lifted a teacup that seemed to be misting in front of him.
The corners of the old aristocrats on the other side slightly skimmed, revealing a smile of everything in their grasp.
"It's delicious!" Bosco sighed as he tasted it.
Cecil smiled: "This is the Yunlong fog roof, the royal tribute, the number is scarce. But if Viscount Bosco likes it, I can share you some."
"Thank you Lord Marquis, but no need ..." Bosco shook his head: "Morning tea, after-meal tea, afternoon tea ... I have been thinking for a few years, how much time wasted on it before. Well, You see, just for a while, the negotiation time is almost up. "
"Lord Sir, see you in the afternoon negotiating table."
Leaving aside these two words, Bosco rose to salute and turned away. Borg first snapped up, and then quickly caught up.
...
The old nobles looked at each other, speechless at half a ring.
"Huh, I don't know what to do!" Bollett raised his teacup with a somber face and took a stern mouthful.
"Well, mom, they are so pitiful. Drink a glass of water for so long ... Are they lacking water?"
"Probably, I don't know!" The woman on the side dragged the child away.
puff! "Ahem ..."
A gushing tea mist, a cough, and an old face with abnormal flushing ...
Not far away, Bosco and Borg walked silently in the passage.
For a moment, Boscoton stopped and turned his head: "Negotiations in the morning are only tentative. In the afternoon, you have to seize the opportunity to knock down that 100,000 kilograms of grain ... Borg!"
"Ah, oh ..." Unconsciously, Borg was awakened warily, his face a little unnatural.
Bosco frowned: "You're thinking about what just happened!"
"I, I ..." Lips wriggled, Borg hesitated, and finally looked up. "I'm just a little strange, father, isn't our purpose to restore the title of nobility?"
There was a look of disappointment on Bosco's face, and then he sighed, "Borg, have you seen the Duke before, did the Marquis ask me to do something?"
"Uh, no ..." Borg shook his head.
Their family was only the Viscount, far from the Duke and Marquis. Don't say that the other party wants to do something, even if it is the last sentence, it is enough to flatter them.
"But it's happening now ..." Bosco spread his hands, "Why so ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Presumably you know that too. That's right, because we are in the gray army, and the gray army now has this. Capital. In other words, we leave the Grey Army and have nothing ... "
"Capital can appreciate. The more the Grey Army develops, the larger our capital will be. In the future, it will be even bigger than the Viscount ... We must have a long-term vision and not be impressed by the small interests in front of you. Understand?"
"Understand ..." Borg nodded, still throwing doubts, "But the gray army has been hunted down, and we are pressing everything on it, will it be too dangerous!"
"Stupid!" Bosco squeezed the bridge of his nose. "We are not Losa. Even if the Grey Army is eventually overthrown, we can withdraw the capital in the first second in exchange for the due benefits."
"Uh ..." Borg Moming opened his mouth, and then his heart moved. A chill rose to his heart and licked his lips. "My father said he betrayed the gray army ..."
"Let's go, it's time for negotiations." Bosco interrupted Borg's words and walked forward as usual.
...... (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)