"Church, if you don't mention it, I've forgotten~" Zheng Fei smiled and said, standing in place, quietly waiting for the convoy in front of him to come. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It was a convoy of more than a dozen canopy carriages, and the people in the cars lifted the curtains and enjoyed the rare rural scenery, chatting non-stop.

Most of them are women, they are dressed in typical aristocratic clothing, their long hair is tied with belts of different shapes, exposing their entire necks and faces, looking clean and beautiful, and their lips are pursed over the red paper, which is delicate, which is more convenient for them to attract the attention of men.

Lately they have been trying to attract the same man, the Romanian prince, and on the prince's birthday, they have to show their most attractive posture.

They were accompanied by their elder brother or brother, the pampered children of the nobility, riding on horses, with their heads held high, holding the reins in their hands, trying to learn the graceful chivalry of grace, but their demeanor was very unnatural, and there was a feeling of imitation.

There are probably only three things they are good at.

Drinking, mingling with friends in fancy taverns, getting drunk.

Shoot a gun, go to the family's private hunting ground, carry a musket and ride a black-maned horse, and enjoy the fun of hunting.

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In the team, there are only two men with different demeanors and temperaments from them, one is the sophisticated and calm Duke Abraham, and the other is the sixth son of the Duke and the most important son of the Duke, named Matthew.

Along with the convoy came the same escort on both sides, about a hundred people, all dressed in dark armor and bright red robes, with resolute faces and heavy swords in their hands, telling everyone with evil intentions that they were warriors in melee combat!

Each of them, who was first selected into the Brute Bull Force and then eliminated, was jealous of the real Bull, and jealousy was the source of hostility, and just now in the city of Venice, they clashed with the Brute Bull Force who hunted for Brad, and almost fought.

Soon, a large group of people stopped in front of the gate of the manor.

"Ha, it's been a long time since I've seen my castle!"

As soon as he jumped off the horse, the eldest son exhaled deeply and looked at the manor where he had grown up since he was a child.

But he was immediately met with a strange glare from the duke, and in the duke's opinion, this sentence was tantamount to cursing him to die early.

The duke put on a brimmed hat, took the pipe handed by the servant, squinted his eyes straight ahead, took a leisurely sip, slowly exhaled the smoke ring, and then looked at Zheng Fei and the others with an expressionless face.

Seeing the famous Duke of Abraham himself, Zheng Fei and the others were stunned for a moment, and one person hid behind them silently, it was Hans.

Duke, like Hans!

Falcon-like eyes, hooked nose, if anything, Hans had a scar on his face, and was a little thinner than the duke.

Zheng Fei turned his head, looked at Hans, who lowered his head, and joked, "Your brother?"

"If I had such a brother, I wouldn't have messed with you a long time ago!" Hans was now very apprehensive, and secretly glanced at the Duke not far away, uneasy.

"And what are you hiding?"

"I ...... I don't know. ”

When you suddenly meet someone who is so similar to yourself, no matter who it is, the first feeling that arises will never be surprise, but panic, not to mention that the other party is a powerful nobleman, and there is no one in his eyes.

Most people don't want to hear such a sentence: Wow, so-and-so, that person is like you!

Unless, that person is a handsome guy or a beautiful woman who is generally considered by everyone.

The reason for this phenomenon is that everyone feels that they are unique, whether they are living well or badly, they are the only ones in the world, and when this uniqueness is broken, they will panic and even anger.

At this time, Hans was panicked, and the duke should be angry if he saw Hans, but his attention was all on Zheng Fei, holding the pipe in his hand, and staring at the wealthy businessman-looking Oriental.

After making Hans's joke, Zheng Fei returned to his seriousness, moved his mouth and whispered, "Hans, you get out of here first, find a tavern and wait for us." ”

He had a hunch that Hans would come in handy in the near future, and that he would have to hide this secret trump card.

Without the slightest hesitation, Hans quickly turned to leave, relieved and less nervous.

Seeing that someone was leaving, the duke frowned, but didn't ask much, and continued to stare at Zheng Fei, silent.

In the Duke's understanding, usually only the weaker side will speak first, and he will never do such a role.

The head of the house, who was on the side, did not dare to report what had happened before, and if he let the master know that the poor children had not been driven away, he would lose his job.

The silence, broken by the ladies of the nobility.

"Aha, I seem to smell the aroma of roast goose, I haven't eaten roast goose from my hometown for a long time. ”

"If you guessed it right, there's fried beef, a calf with a unique Venetian flavor. ”

......

The twitter, which upset the duke, made him feel that his daughters were not at all ladylike in front of outsiders, so he roared.

"Shut up!"

It was quiet for a moment, and the girls didn't know how strict their father was.

Afterwards, the duke bowed to his sixth son, Matthew, who understood, and took a few steps forward and smiled at Zheng Fei with a friendly smile: "Hey, the distinguished guest from afar, is he a guest at Abraham's Manor?"

Zheng Fei smiled politely and responded, "Talk about business with the famous duke." ”

This adjective made the duke's heart feel a lot more comfortable, and he smiled and said, "Guest, please come with me." ”

The servant quickly opened the gate of the manor and stood by the door, his hands respectfully crossed in front of his belly.

With the characteristic steps of the old aristocracy, the Duke slowly swayed into the manor with his pipe in his mouth, followed by his children, who did not know much etiquette, and finally the guests.

Before entering the manor, Zheng Fei gestured to the guys, meaning to act according to the original plan.

The original plan: After trying to sneak into the manor, everyone immediately dispersed and went to the manor castle in the name of a visit to prepare for the Sunday lurk.

The castle in front of you is the highest in Venice, even the top is about 30 meters, at least eight floors, the appearance of the building is very magnificent, and the fortress watchtower also has everything, which is a typical medieval castle.

The effective range of the rifled gun is about 100 meters, and the gunner hides at the top of the castle, and a large area around it can be controlled.

The token of the descendants of Sparta, Zheng Fei is determined to get it, he has already planned, get the token and quickly go out of the city to the dock, and go straight to Tripoli.

Walking along the path of the manor, he overheard two people talking in front of him.

"Second brother, didn't you go to Tripoli to buy printmaking handicrafts, why did you suddenly go back to Venice?"

"Don't mention it, the war has spread to Tripoli, half of the city has been occupied, the merchants are fleeing to death, who still has the heart to do business! Damn the war, I could have earned at least 100,000 silver coins on this trip!"

Their conversation made Zheng Fei chuckle in his heart, and his brows twisted slightly. (To be continued.) )