There is a very quiet place in the North Ring District of Low Tide Harbour, where there are no bustling commercial markets, no messy nightclubs and bars, and no drunken lazy people. In addition to the exquisite and elegant garden fountain, there are only a few dozen very beautiful cottages here. The Northern Ring Road accounts for only 1 per cent of the total area of the Ebb Harbour, but it sits on more than two-thirds of the wealth of the Ebb Harbour.

There are not many villas here, but each villa is beautiful, and it is by no means the kind of nobility and indecent luxury, but it is not the kind of nobility that people who really know how to taste the elegant building, every piece of furniture, every set of utensils, and even every brick and tile, maybe not the most exquisite, maybe not the most expensive, but definitely has a history, and in the eyes of the real upper class, only things with a long enough history are things that a person with taste should use。 Everyone who inhabits the Inner Ring distinguishes themselves from the vulgar creatures of the outside world, such as Sir Bero.

Sir Berrow, who was over fifty years old, had a very kind and kind appearance, and even at home he still carried a two-hundred-year-old wave cover, which, though it could no longer be cleaned, was a symbol of the honor and pride of the Belo family, and no one in Tideport would dare to laugh at this filthy cover.

The title of Belo the Elder was not hereditary, and each successive generation of the title required a huge tax on the inheritance of the title to the Empire, and Sir Bero used the family's savings for decades in order to inherit the title from his father. and several properties were smashed into it, and his son wanted to inherit the title from Sir Bero. The same, if not more, price had to be paid, and Sir Bello's home did not look glamorous and luxurious, with many of the tables and chairs already old and painted. Of course, that is in the eyes of the vulgar, but in the eyes of the truly tasteful, such as Sir Bero himself, he can tell the hidden history and story of every piece of furniture in the house.

Sir Bero was entertaining his guests at home at this time. Several people sat around the four corners of the black coconut table, smoking cigarettes and playing bridge.

Smoking, playing cards, and chatting about current affairs are exactly what an aristocrat should do, although Old Bello is not very happy with his card friends, and their status is too different from his own. But after all, this is the Ebb Tide Harbor, a harbor town with a history of less than 200 years, although the economy is developing very fast, and the wealth will not be lost to those cities with a long history, but in the eyes of the upper nobility of the empire, this is still a remote countryside. The inhabitants are also just a bunch of uncivilized hillbillies. So how high can Old Bello be for his card friends, who are already the mayor of Tideport, the godfather of the Black/Daoists, and the president of the Business Alliance.

"Dear Sir Bero, even if it is to be ridiculed as a compliment and flattery. I still want to say that I want to beat you at the table. It's just impossible," Mr. Netro in his top hat unfolded his cards and spread them out on the table to show that he had conceded defeat, and although his sycophancy skills were terrible, it was the highest flattery for him to say such words publicly as the mayor of Tideport. The other two at the table immediately smiled bitterly and conceded defeat, but they didn't show their hole cards, but on this occasion, it didn't matter if they really won or lost, what mattered was how they could make this poor and face-saving old nobleman happy.

"It's not early today, Dear Sir Bero, what do you think about the matter we just mentioned?" The president of the Falling Tide Harbor Chamber of Commerce is a fat old man, in Sir Bero's home, there are no cold drinks, there are no four maids who are constantly fanning him, plus this chess and card room is small and stuffy, the elder is already sweating like rain, miserable, after playing bridge for several hours with this deep and unhappy old knight of the city government, his physical state has reached the limit.

It seemed that he could also see the embarrassment of these people, and the old knight had an expression of joy and anger on his face, and he was silent for a while before he said in a light tone: "I really don't understand, why do you have to get along with those poor little girls?" Cassandra is a good boy, anyway, she also has aristocratic blood, the girl bought the old street with my permission, and did the men's business, you didn't say anything at the time, the old street was just a slum that everyone was tired of, but now, it has been run by the girls, and the tax contribution to the low tide port seems to be in the top three in the town, you are greedy, you want to take it away, this is a bit too much."

The old man's words made Mayor Netro and the president of the Chamber of Commerce break out in a cold sweat, although this old man is poor and only has one knighthood left, but in Ebb Tide Harbor, he is actually the person who speaks the most.

The last person at the table, a very young, but with a cold and deep gaze, the fourth generation of the Nobeli family, the "godfather" Piero Nobeli, he clapped his palms expressionlessly, and suddenly two women dressed in black walked in, they placed a large wooden box on the card table, after opening the wooden box, it contained an antique vase.

"This is porcelain from the mysterious land of the East. Piero said: "I think that the house of the honorable Sir Bero is missing one such thing. ”

The old jazz smiled, but did not react, for he knew that Piero must have something to do. Sure enough, the young man continued: "Originally, this vase was not very valuable, and its workmanship was not the best, and a vase like this could only be sold for a maximum of 15oo gold coins in the shops of Tideport. ”

Although fifteen hundred gold coins is no longer a small number, fooling the old sir with this kind of popular goods that anyone can buy, the mayor and the president of the town, who have the same purpose as Piero, pinch a cold sweat at the same time, they all came here with Piero after Piero made an absolute guarantee, and asked the old sir to take back the protection of the old street. But I didn't expect that Piero was not as bold and scheming as the legend suggests. Once you make a move, you will get something.

Not noticing the remorse in the hearts of the two companions, Pieru continued: "But this vase is a little special, it was brought back by the first merchant ships to trade with the eastern countries ahead, and that was forty years ago, but the merchant ship encountered a tsunami halfway through, and the whole ship sank into the sea, and it was not until not long ago that it was salvaged by a famous adventuring team, in other words. This porcelain has been dormant at the bottom of the sea for decades. ”

Speaking of this, sensing that the expression on Sir Bero's face had loosened slightly, Piero smiled faintly, but continued: "But at the same time, there are hundreds of pieces of porcelain that have been salvaged, so in order to ensure that this porcelain is 'unique', I have broken all the other porcelains and thrown them back into the sea. I can now assure the Honourable Sir Bero that this vase is the only one in the world and should be barely qualified to be placed in Sir Bero's home. ”

The expression on Sir Bero's face was finally completely relaxed, and a slight smile appeared on him, but he still did not say a word, and did not mention the affairs of the old street. The old god was smoking a cigar.

Piero's eyes flashed, he smiled faintly, and said: "Dear Sir Bero, have you heard of a major event in the empire some time ago? The males of the entire family were killed by the brutal Northland bears, while the females were sold to slave traders. In recent years, the Kuxiong family has been arrogant, and even the imperial family of the imperial capital is unwilling to provoke lightly, and finally acquiesced to this unjust case. Although the Chandruth family is finished, the youngest daughter of the family, Miss Louise Sanderruth, has survived, and it is worth mentioning that her maternal family has a branch of the Cretan Bull family, which also belongs to the Seven Duchies. ”

Piero's inexplicable mention of the matter was certainly not a frivolous gossip, and not long after his high-five, two maids of the family walked in with a girl who looked to be at most eleven or twelve. The girl is not pretty, she is pale, a little chubby, and has some eye-catching freckles on her face, but none of this matters, what matters is who she is.

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"This noble young lady is Miss Louise and Miss Critan, who has in her veins both the House of Sanderruth and the House of the Bull of Crete, and I have at last saved this unfortunate lady when she fell into the hands of a rude and lowly slave trader. Since she has not been branded as a slave, nor has she been to the slave auction house, she cannot be regarded as a slave now, but it is a pity that a person from the underworld like me is not qualified to provide a place for this noble lady.

Speaking of which, the old knight finally couldn't sit still, in the world of nobility, the bloodline was higher than one qiē, and the reason why his family was able to barely maintain the current title was also because there was a baron in the family's family history. This is also the fundamental reason why those rich people in the world, no matter how much wealth they have, cannot set foot in the aristocratic circle, even if they do not spare their money, at most they can only obtain the status of a "Honorary Lord" that cannot be hereditary.

But the bloodline will gradually become thinner with the number of inheritances and the passage of time, and it is this problem that has always plagued Sir Bero, if there is no other noble bloodline integrated into the Bero family, then at most two or three generations, the empire will no longer recognize his noble status, and then the Bero family will really lose a qiē and completely decline. But with Sir Bero's current status, although he can still call the wind and rain in Tideport Harbor, in the eyes of other nobles, he is no different from the declining one, let alone marry him. And those nobles who are in the same situation as the Belo family, the value of the bloodline is almost zero, even if they marry, it is useless, and the old Belo can't look down on it.

In this case, a noble daughter like Chandruth, who has just declined, and even has a chance to make a comeback, has become the best tool to inherit the bloodline of the Berrow family, even if Sanderruth is completely reduced and there is no possibility of rising, Sir Bero can also claim to the outside world that his descendants have a trace of the noble Cretan bull family blood in their bodies. Of course, this will require Miss Louise to successfully give birth to an heir for the Belo family.

It has to be said that Piero is a real master gift-giver, and his gift Sir Bero has no way to refuse, compared with the "unique" oriental porcelain, the declining aristocracy with precious blood, what can those poor women in the old street be worth, and now the only thing that the old knight hesitates is whether he or his stupid son should accept Miss Louise and complete the important task of the family's rise

After walking out of the old sir's house, the mayor, the president, and the godfather of the underworld all have satisfied smiles on their faces, and Sir Belo has officially promised to give up his protection of the old street, which means that the big boss Cassandra has turned back into a lowly prostitute.

Although Piero paid a lot of price this time, as long as he can win the old street and completely enslave the group of women who are comparable to money-making machines, then this transaction will definitely be profitable and not profitable. But just then, a Nobeli thug suddenly came running in a hurry and whispered in Piero's ear: "Monsieur Bellamy is back." ”

Piero frowned, he had already known that this assassination attempt had failed, but he had already prepared his back, so he didn't care, but he was a little surprised that Bellamy, the man he expected to die, could come back alive. The reason why Piero chose Bellamy for this assassination mission was precisely because of his loyalty to his family and his madness to death.

But the people who shouldn't have lived survived, and Piero couldn't help but be suspicious, and he asked with a dangerous glint in his eyes: "Is Bellamy's mind clear, did he say something to those that shouldn't have been said?"

The little minion's expression instantly became extremely strange, and his eyes were full of unspeakable fear, which should never have appeared on the face of an outlaw thug who was born and died all day.

"I really don't know what to tell you about the patriarch, but I would like you to go back and see for yourself, Mr. Bellamy, him, him

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