These are ten statues in the shape of a European bison, a bison with a strong physique, symbolizing bravery and fearlessness, which is deeply loved by European nobles. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ。

If you had to give these statues a name......

Trojan horse!

The mayor came to Zheng Fei, looked at the ten large statues pulled on the carriage, and asked curiously, "Is this the prop used for your circus performance?"

"Yes, they're important. Zheng Fei beckoned, motioning for the sailors to unload the big guys.

At this time, Matthew, who was also welcoming the guests, also came over curiously, and couldn't help touching the big guy, a regretful look appeared in his eyes, and he sighed: "It's a pity that it's just a statue." ”

Hunting European bison anywhere was originally the prerogative of the aristocracy, but gradually evolved into the prerogative of the royal family.

Matthew's favorite sport is bison hunting.

"What is this for?" Matthew asked.

"Circus performance props, this is the circus owner. Mayor Mare took over.

Hearing this, Matthew frowned, looked at Zheng Fei, and said, "Aren't you a giant businessman from the East?"

Zheng Fei smiled, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Who said that businessmen can't bring a circus, I like to watch circuses, so I take them with me wherever I go." ”

His relaxed demeanor did not leave any flaws for Matthew, Matthew was slightly suspicious, and then when he heard the call of his friend who was belated, he smiled at Zheng Fei and said, "Please go in quickly, my father has been waiting for you for a long time." ”

With that, Matthew bowed gentlemanly and went to catch up with his friends.

After Matthew left, the mayor looked at Zheng Fei with a little surprise, not as casual as before, and respectfully tentatively said, "Are you...... The Oriental merchant who was received by the duke?"

Zheng Fei glanced at him, smiled slyly, raised his feet and walked towards the manor, and dropped a sentence before leaving: "Circus boss!"

The mayor of the town, messy in the winter wind, pestle in place, carefully recalled whether he had offended him before, and after thinking about whether he had not, he sighed deeply.

Ten bison statues were moved to the front of the castle, where Duke Abraham was standing, smiling at the guests from all over Europe, including many of the bigwigs in the exchange.

The Romanian prince was still on the road, personally escorted by the Brute Bull Force and the Venetian Elite Knights, which was one of the reasons why Zheng Fei did not do anything on the road.

In recent days, under the pretext of "the prince's birthday party is imminent, clean up the dangerous elements", the search army has turned all of Venice upside down, but there is still no trace of Brad, and the mayor has to reluctantly admit that Brad has run away again.

Since this is the case, there is no need to investigate, and he transferred all his troops to maintain the safety of the banquet.

Simply, the troops who came were all melee soldiers, and the banquet scene could be described as a crowd of people, and the musketeers were easy to be injured by mistake if they couldn't use it, let alone the artillerymen.

The duke had been waiting for Zheng Fei for a long time, and when he saw his figure, his beard rose slightly, rubbed the delicate little pipe in his hand, gestured to him with his eyes, turned around and entered the house, leaving his sons to receive distinguished guests for him.

Due to the banquet, the castle hall was temporarily converted into a kitchen, and dozens of chefs were busy inside, sweating and cooking their feasts even when the temperature was very low outside.

It seems that no matter which kitchen you are in, the chef's voice is the loudest.

"Jenny, are the foie gras ready?!"

"It's mutton fat and not butter, how many times do you want me to say it?!"

"I'll make this dish myself, bring me a boning knife!"

Each sound, the timbre is steady, but it sounds like a hysterical roar, stemming from the chef's golden voice and huge lungs that have been cultivated over the years.

There was no one else in the hall but these cooks, and it was very rude to enter the kitchen before the meal began, although it was negotiable if the host led it.

At this time, Zheng Fei walked through the noisy hall with the duke, accepted the attention of the chefs, and walked up the stairs.

The moment I went upstairs, I suddenly heard the chef's angry shouts behind him, and this time he was really angry.

"Johnson, you bastard! The steak has been roasted by you, this is my best steak!

"Eastern businessman......" Johnson muttered under his breath, shrinking his head aggrievedly.

Going upstairs to the most secluded room, the Duke stood at the window, exposed only a narrow gap in the curtains, leaned over through the gap, and looked at the people with different expressions in the manor downstairs, and the meaning in his eyes was unpredictable.

After a short silence, he still looked downstairs, took a puff with his cigarette holder, and suddenly said, "Have you brought all your things?"

Zheng Fei silently put the small box he was carrying on the table, opened it, and said, "The sample is here." ”

Hearing this, the Duke turned around without a moment's pause, staring at the luxury goods in the box, his eyes lit up.

He walked briskly, glanced at the snow-white mink that lay at the bottom, then the deer antler velvet, the gold, and finally, naturally, he carefully picked up the ginseng lying in the center.

American ginseng is not as good as the ginseng of the East in terms of appearance and value, however, the Duke does not know this and thinks that it is the ginseng of the East.

Because, he has never seen ginseng either.

For nearly 100 years, ginseng has been almost extinct in European folklore.

It can be said that in Europe in this era, apart from the royal family, there are very few people who have seen ginseng with their own eyes, even the famous dukes.

So, the duke found a member of the royal family.

Carefully looking at the ginseng, the Duke tightened his eyebrows and called softly, "Hey, come out." ”

There was a creak, and a small door in the room moved, and a man in a coat walked out of it with small steps, also holding a pipe in his hand, and slowly spat out the smoke ring, like a mist, gradually drifting away.

The black brimmed hat, the hair is left to the ears, the beard has just been shaved, and the eyes are cold but not intimidating, probably because he looks kinder.

"Good morning, Abraham. The man's expression, no expression.

His name is Duke Abraham without any suffix, which indicates that he has no respect for the duke, and from the side, he may have a higher status than the duke.

The duke didn't mind, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry for you." ”

The man's eyebrows raised slightly, glanced at Zheng Fei, smiled friendly, and then took out a magnifying glass from his arms to carefully observe the ginseng.

Half a minute later.

"Strange ......"

He sighed in confusion, turned the ginseng over, and sniffed it on the tip of his nose.

"It's not quite like the ginseng I've seen before, but it tastes pretty much the same. He wondered, casting the Duke with an inquiring look.

The duke's smoking movement paused for a moment, and he silently turned around and took a few steps, his face gloomy, and his left hand quietly rested on his waist. (To be continued.) )