As soon as the words ended, dozens of soldiers ran around, forming a circle around the merchants, armed with guns on guard.

At the entrance of the exchange, there is also a stronger force guarding, and even the few bridges connecting to the outside world have not been spared.

Hearing what the mayor said, in a whisper, Hans stabbed Zheng Fei, his eyebrows squeezed, and his face was worried.

Zheng Fei nodded, and looked at them again.

All of them had short-barreled muskets pinned to their waists, which was contraband, and they were caught off guard when they first arrived in Venice.

After thinking for a moment, Zheng Fei raised his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and said in a low voice: "Guys, are you afraid of Brad?"

"Don't be afraid!" replied Ares, a descendant of the Knights of the Round Table, who would never admit that he was afraid, although his voice trembled slightly.

"I knew you'd say that, so there's a task for you. Zheng Fei smiled slyly.

Hearing this, Ares was stunned, with a bitter face as if he regretted what he had just said, and said, "I can't beat him." ”

"No~ give me the gun first, do as I tell me. ”

In the corner seats, a few people whispered to each other, the corner of the exchange has never been welcome, so there are no people nearby, and the merchants are willing to stay in a prominent place, which can make them feel honored.

While talking, the mayor of the town had already begun to investigate, not starting from the front or the back, but walking through the aisle, stopping next to the young man in the center, staring at the boss on the stage, Mark, and smiling strangely.

Mark, just as he was wondering, saw him leaning down in full view of everyone and speaking with great respect.

"Your Royal Highness, welcome to Venice. ”

The Romanian prince of Eastern Europe, who had taken refuge in the war, was in charge of contacting some countries in Central Europe by the way, hoping to get reinforcements to get along.

After a moment of silence, there was an uproar!

Prince, the prince of which country? No wonder he is so arrogant at such a young age, without blinking an eye, he raised the price of 500,000 silver coins to buy ivory carvings!

The attitude of the crowd took a 180-degree turn in an instant, and not long ago, they thought that the prince was young and vigorous, and they sneered at him, but now they admired him so much that they wanted to run over and introduce their daughter to him.

Well, this is an era where wealth and status are all about it.

Even Mark, along with those bigwigs, also cast surprised eyes, and the bigwigs were finally willing to put down the agate ball and get serious.

Brad's name before only alerted the big guy a little, and then he didn't take it to heart, who told them to be too confident in their own strength, there were several well-trained guards around them, although people described Brad as like a devil, but they thought it was just an exaggeration.

And now, the title of His Royal Highness the Prince has aroused their strong interest, knowing that they are preparing to settle in a country in Central or Northern Europe, and if they can get this prince, it will be equivalent to a strong network of contacts.

The only one in the entire exchange who was unmoved was probably Zheng Fei, after all, even the king had seen it, which was not unusual, and besides, he had more important things to do now, so he didn't care about hooking up with the prince.

The prince leaned back in his chair, his expression could be described as boring, he had long been accustomed to being admired, and he was looked down upon by people for new tricks occasionally, which was quite comfortable, so he appeared on the exchange in a low-key manner, wanting to toss and toss this group of small people in the market, so that they knew what it meant to be hidden, and who wanted to have a good plan, so he was interrupted.

Because of this, he lazily raised his eyelids, looked at the smiling mayor, and stretched out his left hand.

The mayor of the town was also bright, and when he saw his actions, he immediately understood something, respectfully took out his pipe, wiped it, lit it, and handed it to him.

Immediately, the prince became angry.

He cursed in a deep voice, slammed his pipe to the ground, stomped on it and ran it over, took the water handed by the guard, and took a sip.

The mayor's face changed for a moment, his eyes flashed with annoyance, and he quickly recovered, and cautiously tentatively said, "You"

The prince stretched out his hand and said to help me up, which can show the royal family's pie, but I didn't expect that a pipe was stuffed in his hand, or someone else used it!

The prince shook his shirt dissatisfied, raised his eyes, and said, "You won't even search me, will you?"

"No, no, no, I want you to get out of here and let the elite troops protect you. The mayor hurriedly waved his hand and pointed out the door, where hundreds of musketeers were waiting.

In fact, the most visually striking thing was not the musketeers, but a large group of strong men in the rear, solemnly lined up, holding their heads high, even if they were only wearing thin clothes, they were not afraid of the cold wind.

The tall body and resolute face are very similar to Santiago, well, even more so if you smile from time to time.

Throughout Italy, people may not know their names, but they can always remember the common title - the wild bull.

The Brute, Italy's most fierce melee fighters, were mostly Gena subans, and a few were selected from all over the world to undergo two years of brutal training before becoming the ultimate warrior.

After getting the news of Brad's arrival in Venice, the royal family immediately transferred a brute bull army to rush overnight, although there were only a hundred people, it was already a very luxury, and no one had ever received such a level of treatment.

"Wow, is it a brute?" said the prince, laughing, with a slight surprise.

The Italian bull, known for its bravery, has heard of it even as far away as Romania.

"That's right. Mayor Mare leaned over and hung his head.

"It's kind of interesting, go check it out!"

The prince reverted to his previous cynical appearance, whistling, and eager to get up close and personal with the fabled army.

Men, always unconsciously worship iron and power.

After the prince went out, the mayor immediately changed his face and shouted, "Everyone, sit in your seat and don't move!"

The merchants sat down obediently, and reluctantly turned their heads away, glancing at the back of the prince, many of whom had seen him for the first time, and perhaps for the last.

The two soldiers began to examine each other in turn, and the mayor drew his serior saber, took a deep breath, and his eyes swept back and forth in the hall of the exchange, observing everyone's demeanor.

He draws his knife, not to kill his enemy, Brad, but to prevent being killed.

Brad, on the trail like a ghost.

Thinking of this, the anger in his heart gradually ignited again, and he clenched the hilt of the knife and glanced inadvertently into the corner.

Suddenly, he saw a man standing up!

Without hesitation for a moment, he waved his knife and roared, "Take it!"

Standing up was Ares, a sturdy fellow who looked upstairs as if he hadn't heard the roar, moving step by step. (To be continued.) )