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The prince smiled, his hand stretched to the side, and the guard handed over a glass of wine with a wink, and he took a sip to hide his panic.

"I also think that Sparta is the bravest race. ”

"It's just a pity that it perished more than a thousand years ago. ”

"Yes. ”

Listening to what Zheng Fei said, the prince finally breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head self-deprecatingly, and thought: It seems that he is too worried.

During the conversation between the two, the duke had silently left his seat and went to a secluded corner to whisper to his son Matthew, and then quietly returned, sat down to smoke, and nodded meaningfully to Zheng Fei.

Zheng Fei frowned back, and didn't continue to make things difficult for the prince, and waited for the goods to be sold first.

The banquet begins.

Dozens of servants from Abraham's manor, plus a group of improvised laborers, lined up from the castle gates with silver plates.

Hungry people can finally enjoy the long-awaited delicacies.

"The **** steak, and this delicious foie gras, paired with our Italian wine, tsk. ”

"Well, the scallops are a little burnt, and the chefs at Abraham Manor are no more than that. ”

"Shhhh ”

......

The prince showed little interest in this sumptuous meal, and was keen to ask Zheng Fei about the circus, and the more perfunctory Zheng Fei's answer, the more mysterious he felt.

At this time, a West Asian giant came over with a wine glass, first toasted the prince, and then discussed things with Zheng Fei.

"What should I call you, the circus owner or the giant merchant from the East?"

"Whatever you want. Zheng Fei replied.

"Okay...... I'd like to talk to you, can you sell me the people who just performed the circus?"

"No, I can't. ”

"I only need five, 100,000 silver coins each, what do you think? This is higher than the bounty of that man, what is his name...... Oh, Grant the Western European Ranger. ”

"I said, no. ”

Zheng Fei said without raising his eyelids, his fingers tapped the edge of the wine glass, and he took a sip.

No matter how high the price of the other party is, he will not sell the natives, not out of high-sounding morality, but for fear that others will discover the secrets of the natives and discover the secrets of the New World of America.

Sooner or later, this secret will have to be revealed, but not now.

The giant merchant was still unwilling, feeling that Zheng Fei must be dissatisfied with the price he proposed, he held the empty wine glass in embarrassment, gritted his teeth, and said ruthlessly: "200,000 silver coins per person, I can give it to you immediately!"

To tell the truth, Zheng Fei was already impatient, and was about to open his mouth to make him die, but he saw a sneaky person sneaking in from the gate of the manor, lowering his brimmed hat and walking down the path, passing through the feasting guests, and coming to Duke Abraham's side.

The arrival of the uninvited guest made the prince's escort instantly alert, and the brute warriors twisted their necks, moved their arms as thick as bull's legs, and surrounded them.

In addition, there were more than a dozen knights with heavy swords nearby, who were also eyeing the man in the big brimmed hat, ready to act at any time. They were the most elite army in Romania and were known as the Knights of the Blades.

I can't help but mutter: There are heavy guards at the gate of the manor, how did outsiders get in?

It wasn't until the man raised his head, revealing his face hidden by the brim, that the stone hanging from their hearts fell to the ground.

It turned out to be the duke's son, Matthew.

Matthew carried a small cloth bag with him, took something out of it, and quietly let the Duke look at it.

The Duke was chatting with the distinguished guests, and when he saw this thing, he immediately got up and looked at it carefully, and then listened to Matthew's whisper twice, looked around cautiously, and patted Matthew's shoulder and motioned to speak elsewhere.

Suddenly, he was stopped.

"Abraham, you old fellow, what are you hiding?"

Piero, who wore glasses and was well-mannered, shouted, slapped the knife and fork in his hand, and stood up and glared at the duke.

This angry shout startled the nearby guests, who all stopped talking and looked into Piero's line of sight.

Then there was a very strange phenomenon, as if in a high school self-study class without a teacher's guard, the whole class was noisy, and suddenly a corner was quiet, and in a few seconds, the whole classroom was silent.

After a while, the manor, which accommodated a full six hundred guests, was silent.

People clenched their knives and forks or shrunk their heads, uneasily probing their surroundings to figure out why they had suddenly become so quiet.

“...... What's going on?" a lot of people asked, whispering.

The duke turned around slowly, looked at Piero with a wicked smile on his face, smiled embarrassedly, and said, "Dude, what are you talking about?"

"Don't try to hide it from me, I saw it all. Piero touched his chin and looked at the bag in Matthew's hand.

"What Matthew just showed you is, ginseng!"

After a brief silence of two seconds, an uproar broke out in the Manor of Nuoda.

Ginseng!

Everyone present, including the Romanian princes, had only heard of ginseng, a treasure from the East.

"How can there be ginseng here?" said the prince, frowning incredulously, his burning gaze falling on the cloth bag.

As far as he knew, ginseng had never appeared in Romania in recent decades, but it had been enjoyed by his great-grandfather, who believed in ginseng in his later years and ordered all the ginseng from all over the country to be collected.

Even the experienced wealthy businessman in West Asia who had discussed with Zheng Fei before, when he heard the name ginseng, he immediately put the matter of recruiting natives behind him, and waited for the next step in the noise of everyone.

"Piero, I thought we were friends. ”

The Duke glared at Piero in disgust.

"I'm friends with everybody, aren't I?"

Piero spread his hands, the corners of his mouth curled, asking for everyone's response.

"Yes!"

Most of the guests present were Venetians, and Piero's reputation was very high, and in their minds, Piero had a higher status than the Duke of Abraham.

Whether it's a duke or a prince, it's just their title that is respected, but this is not the case with Piero, who is very much admired as a well-known legal notary who is rigorous.

However, it was not only this that prompted everyone to respond to him, but more importantly, they all wanted to see ginseng.

The Duke blushed, squeezed out an ugly smile, and said, "This ginseng, I'm not sure if it's true or not." ”

"Have you forgotten that I am the best discriminator. "Piero didn't give up.

Seeing that the duke still refused to hand over the ginseng, the prince couldn't hold his breath and said coldly: "Abraham, show me." (To be continued.) )